Olympics Novels & Stories

After returning to the office, she gave Levi a call. “Eliza, I’ve helped you to ask around about this. There were many Olympic gold medallists last year, but they’ve already signed several endorsement contracts. Those gold medallists are different from the celebrities in the entertainment industry. They usually have training sessions and don’t have much time to film commercials unless they’re willing to risk their identities as athletes.” “Alright. I’ll think of a way.” Charity put down her phone. She had a bad headache. She had taken over Neeson Corporation at the worst possible time.

Bayo had taken time in explaining to her all about the competition. For over seven years, Olympic Foods Inc. and Ace TV have been involved in the sponsorship of mathematics competitions between secondary schools in Heart city. Their objectives have remained the same over these years, as they believe in total development of the children of Heart city. In coming years, they are planning to make the competition a nationwide affair in which all secondary schools in the country can participate.

Charlie patted Aurora gently on her back before he said seriously, “You have to remember that the greater your abilities, the greater your responsibilities would be. Winning this championship is actually just the beginning. You have to continue working hard after this and you have to participate in the next Olympic Games. If you can win the gold medal in the next Olympic Games, then you will really bring honor and glory to our country at that time!” Aurora hurriedly replied, “Master Wade, I’ve never participated in the Olympic Games before. I don’t know if our National Olympic Committee would look up to me or think highly of my abilities! Every Olympic Games would have its corresponding Nati

Fucking hell. "What! You've never heard about it. I thought Noah would have told you about it. It is quite a mouthful, we call it GJL Olympics for short though. It's a week's sports event that takes place in a different pack every time, all Lycan packs participate in it and at the end, the pack with the highest wins in the various events is declared the winner, it is fun and lively, it gives all the different packs a chance to mingle with each other. The most exciting part is that it only happens every fifty years, imagine missing out on one and having to wait for fifty years for the next one." Caleb said, he made it sound like a fairytale and unlike the disas

Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus. The seventh is considered the lowest rank of all, and it is called the Summoning Caste. These are the people who can summon any kind of animals, creatures, beasts, and other living things in the Olympus. Through the power vested in them, they can understand, talk to, and command them. Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them.

About two months ago, I had won the tickets for winning a radio contest by answering the stupidest, most meaningless question I had ever heard. What would happen if the ozone layer broke? I’d heard the announcer say and well, I couldn’t believe the answers I had heard, so, tired of hearing so many people repeat that we all would die on more than one occasion, I had rolled my eyes and called the station with the answer .

"The darkness of the early hour mirrors the shadows of an ancient rivalry that will soon be rekindled. As you may know, our school has a long and proud tradition of excellence in athletics, and for today in that matter, I announce the upcoming semestral Olympia's Sports Cup. For centuries, our houses have competed in a rivalry through this competition, as this was a stage for a battle of both honors — the Wanderlusters versus the Stonemaskers — for sporting glory in a modern take on the ancient Greek Olympic Games." The headmistress's words echo in the quiet of the early morning, shattering the calm like rocks thrown into a still pond. I sit frozen, unable to process what she is saying. Olym

“Keep laughing, and you’ll be sleeping by yourself tonight.” I immediately stopped laughing. “That’s not funny,” I stated. “Probably the reason I’m not laughing,” she countered. “We do have sports and events that we pattern after what you’re used to.” “Like what?” “Solstice Olympics. Summer solstice is like the summer Olympics, and the winter solstice is like the winter Olympics.” “Are the events the same?” “Nowhere close.” “What are they like? Is it fun?” “I’ll take you this summer. You can judge for yourself.”

The scientific level of humanity still needed improvements, as Walter Roberts had proven, and the most effective method to do this was through competition and a grand prize. It's a sad reality that humans are greedy creatures, which means their maximum potential can be easily accessed with a sufficiently large attraction. That's why the Olympics continued to break records, and naturally, the Academic Olympics were modeled after this system. In the spirit of competition, there would be innovation. Therefore, this competition was well-received, and each country had the responsibility to send their representatives.

Bailey POV Three years later. The Olympic Stadium in Paris was nothing like anything I had ever seen. Eighty thousand seats rising into the sky like a cathedral built for speed. Flags from every nation hanging from the upper decks, snapping in the warm summer breeze. The track was blue, bright and clean, glowing under the afternoon sun like a stage waiting for its performers. And in lane four, my husband was stretching behind the blocks. Mark Kingsley. Twenty-two years old. College graduate. Professional athlete. Olympic finalist.