Novel & Cerita Sponsors Hunger Games

“Ms. Keira, I would like to report the final details for tomorrow’s event. We did not book the whole resort, but our sheer number would occupy the whole resort and rooms plus the activity area. We secured a personal lodge for you it is located directly on top of our room; for your protection as well as Clarke's .” Keira giggled at Thea’s plan, she can’t believe that she was considering that as a variable for her planning. “Good thinking, I was actually already thinking of how I can get him into my room in secret.” Thea blushed with Keira’s candidness when it comes to her relationship with Clarke in front of her. “Another thing is we received different sponsorships from our partners; we decid

"Thanks, man." "While Lance is giving out phones, let me proceed to my next announcement," Enzo roared among the noisy crowd. The camp stilled instantly upon hearing him raising his voice. "One of our sponsors gave us inside information. I will not be disclosing it today, but just know that such crucial info was able to make it possible for us to craft a plan with little to no chances of failing." Everyone cheered. "Sponsors?" Dylan turned to me. "Bennet is one wealthy werewolf. But even for him, it'll be hard to financially provide for this camp and its operations so it's likely that werewolves who support this movement is sponsoring him under the table."

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

"I'll give you guys a pamphlet on what the programme is all about which you would read quickly. If you are interested after reading it, sign in the given space there. If not, return it empty and we'll draw again to pick a new candidate or candidates. Understood?" Yes, sir", we both(the other Sam and I) replied him in unison. The info in the pamphlet was something like this; THE FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA IN COLLABORATION WITH TENCENT GAMES PRESENTS.. THE HUNGER GAMES EVENT!

Instead, his laptop screen was an obituary for his ambitions. Three major camera and gear sponsors had pulled out in the last twenty four hours. The rejection letters were practically identical, masked in polite public relations jargon: “Due to recent shifts in our target demographic alignment and ongoing online controversies surrounding your brand associations, we must regretfully withdraw our financial and promotional backing for the showcase...” Trolls had flooded the sponsors' customer service pages, threatening boycotts if they supported a "clout chasing fraud" who used an NHL star for fame. Without the sponsor funding to cover the gallery’s baseline gallery fees and insurance, the exhi

“Their CEO—yes, the famous Adrian Wolfe—is backing the project. “This production is a collaboration between the best students from our school and industry professionals. And yes,” he added, raising a finger, “top directors, producers, and even some of the country’s most renowned actors like Dwayne Johnson,Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Chris Tucker etc will be in attendance. If you impress them, you could be signed. Elara swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry. Of all companies to sponsor the showcase, it had to be his. She could practically hear the irony laughing in her head.

The rest got seated and ohh were we really far away from most of the other volunteers, stuck with Asher and the other bratty elite kids. James suddenly stood right up with a glass of wine in his hands, as his hands motioned for the music to stop. ”Now then everyone,” he clicked his glass, grabbing the attention of everyone,“ Shall we make a toast to the highest special sponsor for tomorrow game and the one who sponsored this entire part, the Morello family,” Wait! What? My gaze shifted to James, stunned as he smiled at me, my mind still trying to grasp the words he had just said.

“Send her the offer.” Ava hadn’t planned on taking any more meetings today. But when the email came through vague, formal, and slightly suspicious something told her to at least hear them out. Curiosity is free, after all. The woman who met her in the private office looked like she stepped out of a luxury fashion magazine. Silk blouse. Icy stare. Business hair. “We’re offering you a full sponsorship,” she said without small talk. “Complete coverage of tuition, housing, textbooks, and a monthly allowance.”

This was something we could have paid for with no sweat and even called the best people to fix it up. “Well I have sponsors. A few brands signed on to come on board so I’m not really using my own money. But if you’re trying to support you could pay the blogs that would cover the event.” Hilda said, “Done. I’m writing you a cheque of five million. Is that going to be enough?” She said. “More than enough. Thank you Femi.” She said. I wrote her the cheque and we continued catching up over the meal. My mood was definitely lifted.

He felt anxious at the thought. “So! I’m about to go down. I’ll just call you guys when I get a break from my sched. Byeeee!” She waved and blew kisses before ending the video call. “Are those foreign guests… men?” Lyken asked hesitantly. “Most of them are. They are usually the sponsors for those events,” Bambi explained. He scratched his forehead as he leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee. “Can those sponsors date the models?” he asked again. He saw Kobe look at him but he didn't care, he really wanted to know.