Novel & Cerita Sponsors Hunger Games

I set the phone down on the desk and breathed in once. "The Grand Prix committee has been calling for the last twenty minutes," Sam said. Her voice was steady. She was holding herself together for me, which meant she was terrified. "Three of the co-sponsors have already reached out. One has threatened to pull out by midnight if I*'s sponsorship is not suspended." "Which one?" I said. "Meridian Finance," she said. Of course. Meridian Finance, whose board contained two members with personal connections to the Sterling family. I filed that information and kept moving.

"Which sponsor? I've never even met them. How could I have offended anyone?" Winston jabbed a finger at his face, shouting, "How the hell should I know? Her assistant called us personally. She said that you're a man of poor character and even worse morals! I don't care what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into, Zachary, but the sponsor's attending our annual gala tonight. "You'd better figure out a way to get on her good side and convince her to reinstate the funding. Otherwise, you can pack your bags and be out by tomorrow morning!"

“More than the Hartley family and Starlight Entertainment combined.” “So the final decision belongs to them.” Bella felt like she had just survived a roller coaster. “I thought the only sponsors were the Hartley family and Starlight,” she said. “Where did this new sponsor come from?” “A last-minute investor,” Phil replied mysteriously. “You’ll find out soon.” Bella squealed and threw herself onto the bed. “Yes!” “Thank you God!” Then suddenly she froze. “Mr. Sterling… Alex?” She scrambled to find the card he had given her and quickly dialed the number.

Thus, I sped toward Dreamscape, the nightclub, on my motorcycle. When I reached Dreamscape’s entrance, I saw a group of skimpily dressed men and women fluttering around a man who was walking out. “Bye, Mr. Morgan!” “You have to come back again, Mr. Morgan!” I quickly recognized the man as Steven Anders. He was a poor student whom my family was sponsoring. So, why were people calling him Mr. Morgan, and in such a fawning tone? Steven tapped his foot and impatiently glanced at his watch. He muttered, “Where’s the driver you hired? Where’s he gone to?”

I listened as the speaker thanked everyone for coming once again and for their generosity towards their cause. Then the speaker says, “Before we begin dinner tonight, we have a very special auction, that I would like to do to get the ball rolling. Normally we do our auctions after dinner, but you will see why here in a minute why we had decided to make an exception. This auction is not for the men, but for our ladies of power. So, ladies get those wallets out, as I present to you, your Immortal King, Mr. Conner.”

Muttering an apology to us, I give a small smile and hear my mate's shaken voice. "... Congressman Lee...Darius Wong- These are all sponsors to the wolf tournaments across Ewon, Oren..." Taren stiffens as Charles continues to read out the names of the orchestrators behind those heinous games the humans coerce our kind to be subject to. The vice-president doesn't relent in his struggle and Charles arrives at the last few paper documents, rustling them open only to suddenly shudder wholly with his fingers clutching the papers tightly. "What is it? Are there even worse fates they've prepared for us?" Taren steps forward, his tone hard and countenance grim. It's like he's bristling for a fight.

Both guards laughed before the second one asked me again, "You're joking, right? Your family sent a Tiger Lily to the Wolfen Games with their Snow White?" My hands trembled even more and I could feel tears prickling at my eyes. I didn't want to appear weak in front of all the people there, but it was humiliating to be called out as inferior in such a public way. "Who even sponsors you?" the first guard asked. Stepping around me, Justin loomed over both guards as he let his Alpha aura spread out around him. Everyone could sense the depth of his power within moments. His deep voice resonated through the crowd as he stated, "I sponsor Helen of Fiery Cross."

I looked at Lauren and saw her grinning from ear to ear as she clapped along while watching the emcee. "Thank you so much for attending our 61st Family Day today. I also want to thank our major sponsor for sponsoring our event and especially our shirts. Yes! You heard it right everyone! The major sponsor of today’s event also sponsored our shirts!" the emcee said, and the crowd clapped again. "Just how rich is that guy?" I heard Adam mutter. "Adam! There are kids!" Sheena softly scolded him. "Babe, you heard the emcee, right? There’s no doubt it’s him. He’s been sponsoring tons of schools here in the Philippines. No way this school slipped past him," Adam whispered.

Morgan, learning that Helma and Sophia were off to compete, boasted that he would take care of all their needs—food, a place to crash, and fun. Sophia just could not keep it to herself in the group chat: [I just scoped out that competition, and turns out, your fam is one of the big-time backers. You knew it was an invite-only gig, right? So why get our hopes up?] Backers? Helma's eyebrows quirked up. She had pored over the competition rules before, focusing on the nitty-gritty, but totally missed the part about who was footing the bill. She gave Cole's file another once-over and, sure enough, spotted a few big-name groups in the sponsor list.

“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?”