Spring Contest Novels & Stories

The most anticipated cooking contest of all times finally arrived. The bright yellow sun cast its warm glow on the Simmer and Spice restaurant, the venue of the contest. Freya stood outside, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. She had spent days preparing for this moment, perfecting her techniques and studying the judges' preferences. The restaurant's warm facade seemed to glow, inviting her into the culinary arena. She took a deep breath, smoothing her apron and mentally preparing for the “Spice Masters” contest.

Glad for the interruption, he picked it up. “Steven King.” He said, waiting for the person on the other line to speak. “Hello, Mr.King. I was calling to remind you and Mrs. King about the couple’s contest, “As the years go by” happening tonight by 7PM.” Arrgggh. What contest was he talking about? He hadn't registered for any contest. Unless of course Marie had. If she had registered them, it probably meant things weren't so bad between them. Relief coursed through him as he chuckled and turned to her.

Mitch nodded in agreement just as Sammy wandered back into the lobby and Aiden couldn’t help but send a look her way as the teller was trying, too obviously, not to get caught staring, seemingly trying to determine if Aiden was to be labeled competition or not. A sly grin crossed Aiden’s face then and Mitch couldn’t help but raise his brows. “I know that lo -” was all he got out before she pulled him in for a smoldering kiss, careful not to put on too much of a show but more than enough to lay her claim and send the perfect wordless message to the woman across the way. She opened her eyes just long enough to catch Sammy’s mouth falling open and her brow furrowing in jealousy as Mitch more th

"Evacuate all civilians within a five-mile radius. Link up the military satellites. Lock onto every surveillance feed in the city. Since she left a gift for me…" I forced a smile that looked like something from nightmares. "Then I'll show her how I dismantle her 'gift' with my own hands." - I stood in front of the bomb. The bright red countdown jumped wildly on the display, counting down from 29:59. The plaza was silent. Crackle… The speaker on the bomb suddenly came alive, sharp with static. Jasmine's voice rang out, carrying a mocking laugh. "Ed, been a while. Take a look at Gil's work. Isn't it perfect? This is his real talent."

Chapter 20. Spring in Longwu Continent begins with the growth of peach tree shoots, and soon the flowers will bloom with dazzling beauty. The city of Shuimiao of the Tera Empire celebrates the arrival of spring by holding a Spring Festival at the famous tourist site called Luna Mist waterfall. Some of the events held there are the Dragon Kite Festival, Peach Blossom Festival, Lantern Festival, and Dragon Boat Race, and the most awaited is a martial arts skill competition to determine young people with the nickname The Most Genius in this Shuimiao city.

"They've taken your resources too?" "Yeah." Zero nodded sulkily. "It's the anniversary of Battlegrounds of Champions, and the organizers are holding an exhibition match. They've invited renowned players from around the world, including many of my idols. Since StreamWave will be responsible for live-streaming the entire competition, the gaming company made an exception and allowed two of the company's anchors to participate.

Are there any questions? ‘When do we start?’ Sarah Reynolds said, her face flushed and her dark eyes glittering with excitement. Drops of perspiration sparkled on her curly hair. ‘The contest’s already begun. Whatever you’re wearing, that’s it. There’s no returning to the village. Anyone who wants to drop out can do so. But the plane won’t return for three days.’ ‘And no doubt there’ll be aéeé iIess than complimentary letter to our company bosses if we refuse to take part,’ Ruth said dryly.

Hopefully, in peace. About to click the play button, a message pops up in my phone. It's from the Krishna Fashion Design Contest. What could it be now? I open it to read it, and for the first time, their message doesn't come as a broadcast. It seems to have been intently typed and sent to me. “Dear champion, as promised, we'll be fixing you a date with one of the big sponsors of our just concluded contest. Anticipate a message from us by weekend.”

Mom slapped her hand away, causing it to turn red instantly. My sister froze. Mom also looked stunned. She looked at her hand, then at the egg, and suddenly ran into the kitchen, covering her face. Her shoulders shook violently, and she kept muttering the same phrase. I leaned in to listen. "It's for Brandon… It's for Brandon…" I sighed. Three months passed. My family had finally managed to put aside a bit of their remorse to resume living normal lives. But things started going wrong. First, it was Dad's job.

The moment she held the cold sleeve hem of Mu-hyul's clothes hanging on the balcony drying rack, where his body odor had flown away long ago, Si-on's lower lip trembled uncontrollably and rapidly. ‘I will unconditionally believe he is safe!’ Recalling her pledge as if hypnotizing herself, she organized mail scattered messily on top of the living room table. In the gap of various bills and flyers, a strange piece of mail caught on Si-on's fingertip. It was a mobile game item coupon crudely printed. “Paper coupon...?” Si-on frowned her forehead. In a mobile age like these days, not even a message, what company would send a real physical paper coupon like this to a home address on purpose.