Story Writing Competition

Now everything is changing...with everyone of us sweeping under the carpet the scars of yesterday's sins. Those scars are what kept me alive until you are all born to hear the story. The world government was powerful and taking advantage of the human colonial minds, they buried our freedom and equity. But now that we the Elites whom they educated and rose to revolts against the fingers that had fed us... What do you call it? Oh! yes they had termed it Rebellion. They did call us rebels, for seeking a small ration part of the best that nature has given to mankind. Al-sural-tu-Nas. This for mankind, tell ye that the beast you trained in the dark had turned to an angel in the day. We are filled from the pot of lies now that our bellies cannot contain what they obtain, the promises that were compromised, treaties that were breached, least they covered the black mails and lies with a blanket of Diplomacy. But now is the snatch of the gallon beer from the drunkard because now there is what when diplomacy fails.....is war. "Now we are free." Later in the future a seed germinates bearing fruits of the YESTERDAYS as she possess the abilities to time travel and set broken pieces together but this has consequences in the future of mankind. Read along

My esports team is engaged in a practice match at midnight. Suddenly, my coach hands a phone over to me. On the other end of the line, my dad cries hysterically. Amid his sobs, he tells me that my mom is currently unconscious in the hospital, and that the doctor has issued him a critical notice. Apparently, my mom's funeral is being prepared in advance, so my dad wants me home immediately. As I stare at the match-up diagram of the final round of the national-level competition as well as the seven-figure prize money, I reply icily, "I'm not going home. I must participate in the final round tomorrow. During the competition, my phone will be turned off. Don't disturb me no matter what."

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.

The design competition is approaching, yet my fiancee swaps my application with an assembly line worker registration form just to help her first love. I have become the laughingstock of Kingsborough. "Maybe the shoes I wear in the future will be made by Mr. Dalton himself." "I heard Willa already called off the engagement. Makes sense. How could he ever measure up?" Willa Quinn stands there holding Aaron Yule, looking at me with open disdain. "You'll only lose your shot at the design competition. Aaron is the one losing his love. "You can't even compare to a fraction of Aaron, and you still think you can fight him for first place?" My chest tightens as if caught in a giant fist. After a long moment, she lifts her chin like a benevolent queen granting mercy and says, "When Aaron wins the competition, you can come back. I'll marry you then." I shake my head. "No. That won't be necessary." "I'll let the two of you have what you want."

Before the final match of the national championship, I received some devastating news. As the team captain, I was accused of having stimulants in my water. I was immediately disqualified from the competition and faced severe penalties, including the possibility of a lifetime ban. Amid the overwhelming boos and jeers from the audience, all I wanted was to prove my innocence to my girlfriend. When I called her, she said in mockery, “It’s just 300,000 dollars. You aren’t that broke, are you?” “You’ve already earned more than enough honors. If you’d let Ethan play earlier, I wouldn’t have had to pull this move. “He’s been diagnosed with cancer. He doesn’t have much time left. I had to make his last wish come true.” She had no idea that this match was not just any competition for me. It was my last before retirement. I wanted to win the championship. I wanted to propose to her. I also planned to reveal my identity as the heir of Everglory Group.

For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

“Ich, der neu ernannte Alpha, lehne dich ab, Aurora, als meine Luna, und selbst wenn wir verbunden sind, lehne ich dich weiterhin ab.“ Diese Worte waren die verletzendsten und unerwartetsten, die Aurora je gehört hatte. Sie und Alfred waren seit ihrer Jugend Liebende. Nach dem Mord an ihren Eltern übergab sie ihre Alpha-Position an Alfred mit der Vereinbarung, seine Luna zu werden. Doch Alfred sticht ihr in den Rücken und krönt ihre Cousine, Iza, zu seiner Luna.

Ivy Sharp's life takes a drastic turn when her billionaire husband, Rowan Douglas, demands a divorce to reunite with his first love, Bella. Devastated, Ivy moves abroad, building a successful fashion empire while raising their secret son, Noah. Seven years later, fate pulls them back together when Rowan unknowingly encounters his son. Overcome with regret, he sets out to win back the love he lost, but Ivy, now fierce, independent, and guarded, resists. Their past may haunt them, but a dangerous conspiracy involving their investments threatens their present. As Rowan fights for redemption, Ivy’s heart remains torn. To complicate matters, Gabe, a man with lingering feelings for Ivy, enters her life, though a shocking twist reveals their deeper connection. Amid betrayals, revelations, and a rekindled romance, Ivy faces an unexpected pregnancy, forcing her to make a choice between her past love and a future that could be destroyed by secrets. Can Ivy trust Rowan again, or will the ghosts of their pasts shatter their hopes forever?

Salvatore El Manzoni is the most powerful mafia boss in the world. But if his mentor, Avanindra Vallar asks him, he would mountains and that was how Salvatore became a bodyguard to Mr Vallar's son. His life takes an unexpected turn when he meets the clean businessman, Aryan Vallar. Aryan Vallar is the youngest billionaire around. He owns the seas and the oceans and is as reckless as any 28 year old hot blooded rich man. He has never been told no and when finally someone does, he is shocked. One night changes Aryan's world.

Oriana wurde am Tag der Mondluna zurückgewiesen – ein Tag, an dem der Mond die Gefährtin des Alphas bestimmt. Sie war eine schwache Omega, und nach einer privaten Bestätigung mit dem Alpha wies er sie öffentlich zurück und markierte eine andere Frau als seine Gefährtin. Was wird passieren, wenn Alpha Anton erkennt, dass sein Wolf nach der Zurückweisung verstummt ist?