Spring Contest Novels & Stories

“Let’s talk about the game first,” “Well, I already signed you up. Still not pregnant by now?” he sounds teasing. I blushed from the thought that popped in my head from what he said. Jacob and I did not even completed the mating! Ugh! “Dylan!” I said in a warning voice. He laughed. “Well, the contest is scheduled this week. Three days from now. As usual, it will be held during sunset. There’s new faces, too, maybe someone will finally beat you.” I slapped his back hard and he only laughed.

Chapter 414 Naomi frowned in confusion. ‘Why is Lora here?' Just as Naomi and Paulo were about to start their match, suddenly, the large screen in the front lit up and two staff members appeared. "Everyone, please be quiet! Thank you all for participating in our Internet Security Department's Talents Selection Contest. Now the preliminary selection will officially begin soon. Please choose a computer, and the competition will begin in one minute! The results are counted according to the length of time each participant survives and the number of opponents each participant defeats. There are 200 contestants in total, and 150 will be eliminated!"

"But seeing you act so unreasonably, maybe I won't come back tonight after all. Stay home by yourself and think about what you've done." Beep. Beep. Beep. The call was cut off without mercy. The busy tone echoed through the empty villa. I slid down to the floor. My phone screen lit up, and a breaking entertainment headline popped up. [Oscar-winning actress Victoria Quinn spotted having late-night supper with rising star Noah Bell. Romance rumors spark online frenzy!] In the photo, Noah had Victoria firmly protected in his arms. The worry and tenderness in her eyes were exactly the same as the way she had looked at me seven years ago.

For the first time, Sieghal set foot again in his hometown, Shira—a small fishing town in North Yorkshire, England. It's not precisely sprawling but beautiful enough to be remembered as a place full of charm. Shira is this quaint little town nestled among cliffs and tall hills, flanked by a few mountains and rolling hills. Shira's sunsets are top-notch, the best anyone could find anywhere. It should be a perfect place to unwind from all life's chaos. Yet, for Sieghal, Shira is the last place he wants to be.

He lightly tapped the armrest of the chair and said, "Indeed, there are various competitions, some held internally by companies, and others are collaborations among several companies in Fairport. Globally, these events usually announce the results of the previous competition in early spring and start a new round of competition in late spring. “If you wish to participate, I would suggest waiting until next spring. After all, for other competitions, as an employee, there might be restrictions due to the rules, and such limitations wouldn't apply to the super large-scale competitions." Rebecca nodded. "Alright, thanks, boss. I will do more research on that." Daniel smiled. "No worries." Suddenl

The letters were neat and permanent. I stood under the sunlight, yet I felt like a rat that belonged in the shadows. I felt small and ashamed, like a person with no identity I could admit out loud. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and answered quietly, “Just a distant relative.” The old man nodded. “That makes sense. If you were close family, there is no way you would have missed the memorial ceremony Mr. Ferguson held three years ago.” “You should have seen it. The whole thing was grand. Mr. Ferguson organized a private memorial for his parents and invited relatives, friends, and many important business people.”

“FOR this round, the contenders’ strength and speed will be tested. This time, the audience will not only judge but could also participate in the elimination round. The contenders would carry at least two people from the audience and race until they reach the finish line. To do that, they could either shift or remain in their human form. Only twenty-five of the contenders who would get to reach the finish line first would proceed to the third elimination round. The rest would go home. Best of luck, gentlemen,” Minister Apollo announced.

She’d already informed nearly everyone they knew about the upcoming wedding. That alone nearly triggered Arielle into a panic attack at 6 a.m. Then, during lunch break, Instagram—armed with its usual cruelty—that damned, no-good app—did its bit in taunting her with pictures of Daniel and Miss Right on their fifth trip together. Yes, she had been counting. What broke her wasn’t even the trip. It was the location. Greece. Their planned honeymoon destination. But instead of crying at work, she had powered through her tasks, held herself together, and slipped into Midnight Halo immediately after closing hours.

His posture was too stiff, his fists clenched too tightly. Great. Now I’d probably put his mother in trouble. Trying to shake the guilt, I focused back on the task at hand — the so-called “concubine contest.” Sevrin announced each round, making it sound far more formal than it was. The women competed in various tests — etiquette, wit, combat skill (yes, actual sparring), and even how they handled stressful questions. I found myself growing oddly invested.

Text messages poured in, and my phone lagged, freezing at the chat interface with Greyson. Greyson: [You're disgusting! Don't return to the Tromp family anymore! I'll tell them about your affairs!] [I feel dirty to have ever slept with you!] I wanted to explain, but I found it useless after typing a long explanation. Greyson would never believe me, so I deleted word by word. After a while, a call came in, and I subconsciously picked up. The unfamiliar male voice was extremely vulgar. "How much for one night? I've seen your photos, and I'm satisfied!"