Novel & Cerita Sponsor Gifts Hunger Games

MostBeautifulHelen: "Ocean, you're so generous!" LetsAttendJMU: "That guy on the other stream is still spamming gifts. As if they can win against Ocean!" LoveHelen: "They're both Holy Emperors, but Ocean's title looks striking. The other guy has an all-black title instead. How embarrassing!" Embarrassing? When Heartbound Hall's name was all over the platform again, Helen's fans finally started to feel anxious. EastWestSouthNorth: "How are they still spamming?" QueenHelen: "He's given her 40 Meteor Showers at this point. That's 200,000 dollars!"

“And this year, for the first time, our main sponsor comes from the oil and aviation sector…” Okay. Safe. I even started eyeing the canapé tray. I needed carbs before I tripped in these shoes and crushed someone’s dental bridge. “…please join me in welcoming and thanking… Romano Imperium Group.” My glass stopped halfway to my lips. I froze. Winona’s eyes widened like they’d been hit with a taser. “Oh shit.” Mr. Hawthorne gave my back a casual pat, completely unaware that my name had just been whispered back to me by a trauma wearing a sponsor’s badge.

“Exactly. And she’s paying in cash. Who even pays in cash these days? And I doubt it’s her money. There’s a sponsor listed.” “Maybe someone who doesn’t want the hassle of bank transfers,” Rose suggested. “I think it’s someone who doesn’t want their money trail traced.” Silence fell on the line. Alec could hear Rose take a deep breath, as if gathering courage. “Thank you, Alec. You’ve already done more than enough,” Rose said finally. “This information is really valuable. I will tell Aaron, after he’s come back from the dinner meeting.” “One more thing,” Alec added. “The sponsor’s name is Paris. This person lives in your city. Maybe you know her or him? Or Aaron does.”

Rupert thought, as he turned and went in search of Lima. “We have with us today, Arya Marcello. We all know she is our sponsor so feel free to give her your thanks for a philanthropic donation”, Isabel said. The sisters clapped and cheered. They presented her with lots and lots of bouquets that she had to drop some of them on the floor. “They are fresh from our gardens”, Penelope said. Another nun close by scoffed and rolled her eyes. “She hasn’t been here two seconds and you’re already kissing ass”, she said.

“Lazy day?” He shot up from the couch, sending the bag of potato chips to the ground, and his smile was even bigger than mine. “Bee! I have news, good news! You’re not going to believe this!” He rushed up to me and pulled me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. But his joy was infectious. When he released me, I was grinning just as widely as he was. “Well tell me! What’s got you all excited?” Liam took both of my hands in his, hopping from one foot to the other. “I’ve gotten a sponsor Bee! Books, tuition, feeding, the whole thing! We don’t have to worry about my university funds anymore. Isn’t that great?”

She wouldn't be having an easy time behind bars. Ethan's eyes fell on me, his gaze complicated. Feeling a little anxious, I quickly lowered my head, only to hear him say, "How do you feel about letting me sponsor your education?" My eyes widened. Chuckling, he explained, "A while back, I got in touch with you with the offer to sponsor your studies abroad." Never would I have expected that the one who'd been sponsoring my education this whole time would turn out to be Ethan, Jessica's boss.

“I thought I’d have to do it myself. It would have totally ruin my reputation as the reckless, devil-may-care playboy.” I dabbed the handkerchief at the corners of my eyes. “Do what?” “You’ll see.” Nicholas stepped onto the lifted platform and approached Nathan. The King and Queen gave him suspicious glances. Nicholas held out his hand and Nathan passed him the microphone. Nicholas cleared his throat. “In the spirit of tonight’s generosity, I would like to offer my own donation of $20,000 to the orphanage that Piper is supporting tonight.” Many people oohed and awed. That gift was twice as much as the next highest donation tonight. Everyone started to clap.

The screen went dark before I could get a word in, the busy tone echoing in my ears. I collapsed onto the floor and scrolled through my banking app, checking the "donations" that Henry had made in the last two years. "March, 2021: 50,000 dollars. Scholarship funds." Felicity had posted a new update that day. "I finally got a nose job! It hurts a lot, but I'm so happy. Thank you for supporting my decision, Henry!" "February 14, 2022: 13,140 dollars. Daily necessities."

Zen took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “The Godfather is my idol! The Godfather is my dream! The Godfather is my only sponsor, and I don’t need any training equipment! I am Zen from no particular family. My hobbies include cooking and gaming. To the families from the Round Table who sent my sponsorship contracts, I hereby reject your offers.” As soon as Zen said that, he heard the sound of a new notification. [The Godfather is very pleased with your bold declaration of war against the Round Table! You have been awarded 1,000 credits.]

I made people think I was on scholarship, that I was sponsored by one wealthy man from Pennsylvania to school there, but in the real sense, the person I called my sponsor is actually my grandfather". I shook my head in disagreement. "That's not true, I read your file. It says you are an orphan, and you are being sponsored by Sir Anderson, the president and CEO of Apple products, one of the richest company in the entire world. wait a minute, are you saying Sir Anderson is your father? I asked, and he smiles.