Novel Contest Novels & Stories

On it was written the awards given to the winners of the contest. She took her time to read through the poster. The contest was hosted by a Fashion industry, the name wasn't written there, but it seemed to be a famous industry. They're looking for newbies who would be the models of their designs. Actually, it's like an auction. After they get to select as many people as needed. Those people would wear the outfits on display on the auction day, and whoever outfit that was sold at the highest price, would be the winner. “Interesting.” Olivia hummed, her gaze reading the awards meant for the winners.

My shift will end soon. And I still I have to finish my final draft for the writing contest! It’s due next week. I thought. I joined the “Writer's Luck” contest to win $700. Not only that, you'll be an automatic member of an elite book club called “The Golden Phoenix” wherein you will meet many personalities and big people. Also, this club could aid you find a sponsor or a publisher to publish your writing. And I think this is a tremendous opportunity to pay off the debts of my aunt. I hope luck will be in my favour.

Then his mouth began moving, kissing me bruisingly hard—claiming my lips as if he knew that he owned them, as if he remembered all the ways he used to devour them. ----- AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, my little birdies! I'm happy to share with you that this book, THE SUBSTITUTE LUNA, won 2nd place in the recently concluded Goodnovel Writing Contest (She Writes Her Own Heartbeat)! THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart! Your coins, gems, gifts, comments, and reviews made this win possible!

Today, I'd like to ask for your help. If you've been enjoying the story, please consider leaving a review. Your reviews not only encourage me to keep writing, but they also help other readers discover this book. And if you haven't already, please keep voting with your Gems. Every Gem makes a difference and helps this story reach more people. I'm also excited to share that this book is participating in GoodNovel's "Doing Me To The Fullest" Writing Contest. It would mean the world to me if this story could go as far as possible in the competition, and I genuinely can't do that without your support.

She unfolded the small card in her hands and said, "The first winner of the first Novitius Contest for packaging design is … Layla Evans!" "Let's have Layla Evans up on stage!" Confetti started spilling everywhere. As the crowd erupted in applause, Caroline saw the care worker pushing Layla in her wheelchair up the stage. With her eyes narrowed, Caroline watched Layla take the prize. Layla was given the chance to give a speech since she'd won first place. "I'd like to thank the organizers and all the brands for sponsoring this contest. I'm grateful that I was given this chance to participate in this Novitius Contest, and I'd like to thank my family for always supporting me. Special thanks to

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

They are a group that love to fight, drinking, eat, sing, but above else to fight. *officier in charge of the frontier troops * commander of a rural district II The north was always isolated place compared to the rest of the region. War never did appear in these parts, nor will he, but something far worse. It was always so, since the beginning of time. While the war in the east declined, a minor town, in the mountains to the far north, had problems of the different sort, problems that couldn’t be easily solved by any means known to man. This problem spread like wildfire in every part of the town. Some say it was carried by rats, bats or any small animal. One thing was sure nobody was safe, f

The entire crowd of students and professors keep their gazes on our Headmaster. "I feel honoured to announce to you all about the upcoming biweekly contest. As per the guidelines set by the true founder of this academy, late Mr. Aizech Rohl the contest will take place every two weeks and depending on the performance of the students, the marks will be graded. The students in their respective category of a pack and a coven get to embed their name as the competitor in the Annual Competition if…" he raises his index finger. " ... they manage to win two competitions out of the seven that will be held. If someone fails to complete the challenges in the first few contests, then do not worry. Everyo

Please, let this not be what I think it is. She nodded, shuffling some papers on her desk. "The oratory contest committee just sent an update, and there have been a few changes." I almost sagged in relief. It was just about the contest. Not some grand exposure. Not another cruel twist in Brandon’s games. Just the competition. "Changes?" I echoed, trying to get my heartbeat under control. "Yes," she said. "First, the contest will now be held for five days instead of two. It will also serve as a major youth conference, so the competition has been extended to accommodate that."

“Seriously? You play video games, but you're clueless. She said, irritated. "I'm a gamer, not a gossiper," I joked. "Heh! I'll explain it to you anyway. Well, my source said it's not going to be based on who will win, The gossip was, they held a contest like this to see the ability and talent of each player. “ She whispers, trying not to be heard by anyone but me as it was a big scoop from her work company. There is a point, but... "Why not simply enter the XIX into the global competition? You simply mentioned that they are excellent runners-up. " I’m confused.