Sponsor の小説・ストーリー

Ariel Williams is a twenty-three-year-old young orphan who wants nothing, but to sponsor her younger sister's dream of becoming a medical doctor, since she dropped out of school years ago. After she was sacked from the previous bar she used to work as a waitress, she got a job to work as a maid in the Bradford's family, the wealthiest family in New York. However, her life took another turn when she found out that she was there to work as a nanny for the twenty-eight years old billionaire twins, and not a maid. Will she take the job even seeing the danger in it, or will she give her sister's dream up? What does fate have in store for Ariel?

Sabila Ayu Nathania mengalami kesulitan dengan karirnya, ia sangat membutuhkan uang agar tetap bisa melanjutkan karirnya sebagai atlet. Melihat itu Gavindra Al Faizan yang merupakan mantan Sabil, memanfaatkan itu untuk menikahi Sabil. Gavin yang merupakan seorang CEO di perusahaan hiburan digital akan memberi sponsor untuk Sabil dengan syarat Sabil bersedia untuk menikah dengannya. Gavin melakukan hal itu karena dua alasan, yang pertama karena ia masih menyukai mantan kekasihnya itu dan yang kedua ia tidak ingin menikahi perempuan pilihan keluarganya yang merupakan seorang aktris ternama. Dalam keadaannya yang sulit, Sabil pun terpaksa menikahi mantannya. Ia akan melakukan apapun asal ia bisa tetap melanjutkan karirnya sebagai atlet bulutangkis.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

On the day I get promoted to the department manager, I take my parents on a trip during the holidays. But my dad invites my older brother, Jacob Hunt, and his family over as well. He even posts on social media about the event. "My oldest son really is amazing. The first thing he does is sponsor a trip for me right after he receives his salary." Jacob comments on that post, "It's my duty to care for my parents." All of my relatives compliment Jacob right away. They even text me on the family's group chat and tell me to learn from Jacob. As I quietly stare at my dad's social media post, I decide to unlink the family sharing account from my credit card right away. This time, I want to see how Jacob will care for our dad without my money.

Moana, wanita pekerja keras yang tidak mudah menyerah tiba-tiba diculik oleh segerombolan pria berseragam hitam. Ia diantarkan ke sebuah mansion--tempat tinggal seorang pengusaha sukses dan pewaris tunggal keluarga Alfonso. Heros Huxley Alfonso--pria yang sering terlihat di Televisi sebagai Sponsor dan Investor-- ternyata yang menculiknya. Pria itu memaksa untuk membatalkan pernikahan mereka berdua yang jelas-jelas tidak Moana ketahui. Moana diancam bahkan disakiti. Namun Moana tidak bisa apa-apa saat sebagian seserahan dipakai banyak oleh ibunya. Mereka terpaksa harus melakukan pernikahan yang tidak mereka inginkan. Sampai ketika mereka sudah menjalani kehidupannya, banyak hal aneh terjadi. Heros tiba-tiba bisa merasakan apa yang Moana rasakan. Sama dengan Moana, wanita itu bisa mengetahui apa yang akan terjadi pada Heros.

Selene was against her mother's marriage to another man and refused to attend their wedding. However, her decision turns into regret when the couple dies on their wedding day, leaving Selene as an orphan completely. Being only 19 and with no way of sustaining herself, she moves in with her uncle, a live-in driver for a wealthy family. In the mansion, she's able to get a job as a maid to gain income to sponsor herself for University. This was just her plan while working alongside her Uncle but the situation changes when Selene catches the eye of not one but two sons of the family. The two sons doted on her so much and were already to have at her cost. What would happen if Selene was meant to choose beautiful two sons? Aren't you curious to know the names of these two sons and their personalities? Won't you have a favorite among the sons and want the same man for Selene ? Find out whether Selene was going to choose anyone between the two in this intriguing novel, "Two Brothers On Her”

The day I was reborn, I came across that anonymous post again. “My sponsor is like a sister to me, but her husband gives me butterflies. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself from feeling this way. Yesterday, we got down and dirty on the couch she bought.” Back in my past life, this very post broke me. In a fit of rage, I exposed their filthy secret to the world. The girl I once gave my heart and soul to help succumbed to cyberbullying and took her life by jumping off a building. After the funeral, my husband, Taylor Rogue, became a devoted and gentle man, only to lock me up in a mental institution the moment I put down my walls. “You should spend the rest of your life atoning for ruining Ivy!” With three years of pills and electric shock stripping away my sanity and dignity, I climbed to the roof and leaped. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the moment everything began.

Elizabeth, une jeune femme altruiste, essaie vraiment de garder son centre pour enfants à flot. L'occasion se présente quand sa famille la pousse à participer à un concours de beauté, utilisant son envie d'aider les autres pour atteindre ses propres objectifs. Elizabeth accepte quand elle apprend quel sera le gros lot, mais au-delà de l'argent, elle va devoir se marier avec son sponsor pour échapper aux avances du propriétaire du concours et à l'oppression de sa famille. Elle ne se doute pas que son futur mari est l'homme qui l'a sauvée d'une agression une nuit et qu'elle a fui juste à cause de son physique. Que se passera-t-il lorsqu'elle découvrira l'identité de son bienfaiteur ?

To afford train tickets home for New Year's Eve, I searched for a part-time job and stumbled into a livestream that was practically throwing money at the chat. A young woman in a silk robe rested her chin on her hand. Behind her, a villa glowed under expensive lighting that reflected off polished marble floors. "Being kept in here is suffocating," she said in a voice that mixed boredom with sweetness. "My sponsor gives me more money than I can spend. Help me out. Take some off my hands." Cash drops flashed across the screen one after another. I tapped as fast as I could, my heart hammering. A few large ones landed in my account. I was close. One more would cover both my ticket and my boyfriend's. The streamer leaned closer to the camera. "He keeps saying my tear mole looks like his girlfriend's," she said, her mouth twisting with disgust. "So unlucky. Of all things, I had to match with some broke girl." My finger slipped. I had a tear mole under my eye in the same spot. The live chat flooded with questions. [How is the sponsor's girlfriend broke?] The streamer gave a short snort and reapplied her lipstick, as if correcting a minor flaw. "He's just messing around. He tricked her into 200,000 dollars in debt. She's so stupid she works multiple jobs to help him pay it off." A chill settled in my chest. My boyfriend also owed 200,000 dollars. She continued, her tone light, "The funniest part? He slept with me for three days. When he left, I asked if he was giving her a taste of honey." She smiled cruelly. "He said all he has to do is claim he's going to work a construction site hauling rebar. The idiot will feel guilty and deliver food all night. So he won't need to please her." Another large cash drop flashed across the screen. The total reached the exact amount I needed. My phone rang. Benjamin's name lit up the display. When I answered, his voice sounded worn down, as if it had scraped against concrete. "Via, we still don't have enough for the tickets," he said. "I hauled rebar and made a little over 40 dollars. I'm heading home now."

After my fox shifter scratched me again, I went to the hospital alone. The nurse looked at the gash running from my wrist to my forearm. "That is going to scar. Did your shifter even go through socialization training?" I smiled. "He did. He was top of his class." My phone lit up. Lucian rarely messaged me, but today he did. [I barely touched you. Was the hospital really necessary?] [I have plans tonight. When are you coming back? I need you to press my shirt.] [Also, can you do something about the laundry smell? It is embarrassing.] [I do not even want to tell people you are my sponsor.] I stared at the screen for a moment. So that was how he saw me. Then I walked down the street to the shelter: "I would like to exchange my shifter." The worker opened my file, and her face went pale. Lucian had always believed I was a broke, ordinary sponsor who was lucky to have him. He did not know I was the only heir to the family that built the Shifter Registry.