Novel Contest Novels & Stories

'Paragon annual designing contest' I halted, slowly scrolling through my phone. "Paragon is hosting a contest?" I muttered, my eyes scanning through every words displayed on my phone. It was a contest where talented designers upload their designs, and the best design with the highest audience votes wins cash price, dress of the year, and a percent of the sales of the dress. For a second, I thought of giving it a try, but as I scrolled through the number of people that already applied with their work, and some of them being celebrities who had won the contest three times in three years, I lost the spark. Will I even get a chance to win anything?

So talkative so murmerd to herself. Helo guys am here to remind you to read my other new novel. His high class maid. It's for the contest so support me by reading and commenting. Love each and

"Of course, I am. By the way Someone from Vicenzo Company called me because they can't seem to contact you." " I changed my phone and forgot to update them so what did they call for?" "Well, they were asking me when will you submit entry for the upcoming Novel Contest." "I haven't really thought about it, I still have 3 months before the contest. I'll tell them myself." "They also told me you can pre read some entries from the website, some already posted their novel entry. I think it will be better, you might come up with better plot if you'll learn from them"

I said and Kay's eyes fell upon me in an instant. "What are you doing Mantha?" He asked in a whisper. "I said I accept the contest." "Good, I see you are quite brave." his dad said with a nod of his head. "That's it, the contest would take place next week, on Kayden's birthday," he announced and walked away before anyone could say any other thing. "A week... We have just a week." I mumbled to Cara. "Say goodbye to sleeping, I am never going to let Lauren defeat me," Cara mumbled, with determination in every one of her words.

tanong niya. Kaya nagsimula na ako at halos isang oras yata akong nagkwento. Tungkol sa contest, sa Media Convergence, sa kaba nina Neville at Jedrick bago ang awarding, sa Cloud 9, sa Burger King chaos, at sa halos pagkahulog ni Ahmad sa hanging bridge dahil OA siya.

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Before I can say a word, she sneaks up behind me and peeks at my phone screen. “Naya, you did it!” is the next thing I heat and she wraps her arms around me from behind, hugging me tight. The news becomes the main discussion at breakfast. I rush my food fast while Reilly and her bestie talk about other things. Twenty minutes later, I'm at the office. As I already expected, some faces are cheerful today and some are gloomy. The contest is organized by top fashion designers in the world. Not everyone who uses a sits in front of a sewing machine meets their standards.

Hello guys, how are you doing on this fine day? I want to know what you guys think of this story so far, I’m anxious since I entered it into one of the amazing competitions here on GoodNovèl. Let me know your thoughts on the characters and also the storyline. Do you like it? Do you find it boring? Is it the right pacing? Also you guys can let me know what you’d like to see happen with the twins and Aiden and also between Aiden and Katherine. I’m here to listen your requests and make this book a pleasant and happy reading experience for you. Also, a few gems would be great if you are enjoying this book and also some nice reviews so my book can be found easily on the app. Thank you for your un

"September fourteenth." One day after the contest deadline. She noted this with the part of her mind that catalogued things before deciding what to do with them. The timing was not coincidence—Cornelius's lawyers would have known the contest, known the deadline, known that September thirteenth was the date by which she needed to have uploaded one hundred and fifty thousand words to a serialized fiction platform to compete for a prize that was, to them, irrelevant. They had set the hearing for the day after on purpose, a small, calculating additional pressure. It was the kind of move that was not illegal and not dramatic, communicating in its sheer precision that they had been paying very clo

You practically finished most of this section —twice. "Well, I want to see how long it's gonna be," Jane said with a shrug. "You really do have great taste in literature. I never know that," Lucy told her with a sweet smile. Her eyes flickered in admiration at Jane. "Oh, and by the way, I found the contest you told me about. It's a poetry contest! I was so surprised to see that they have one this year." Jane felt awful. She wanted to say something about it. Oh, Lucy? I was going to talk to you about that last time. The contest you said I was so nice to tell you about? Well, it was all part of a mean joke that Jonas, Charlie, and Mary were trying to play on you. Don't join it!