Win Cash Competitions Novels & Stories

Wendy listened to Asher's introduction. She exclaimed, "Horses No. 3 and No. 8 seem to be the best contestants out there. "If nothing unexpected happens, the winner will be between them. If everyone bets on them, wouldn't you lose all your money?" Sebastian smiled and said, "Mr. Chadler always loses money whenever he invites people over to bet on horses." Victoria thought she heard wrong and looked at Asher in disbelief. "You suffer a loss every time?"

And all of the witches and wizards there applauded at once. Griffin gave a suspicious look to Willow as she walked up to her and asked, "What are you up to, witch?" "I am not a witch bitch like you are…" giving a sideways smile to her, Willow offered, "Want to have a competition?" And Griffin knew exactly what she was talking about… Saying nothing, she saw Willow getting up to the stage and she announced, "Tonight, my fellow diviners. It's a competition between Griffin and Willow. May the best one win…"

Whoever’s live stream had more views would win the event, and the winner would get the complimentary one-year promotion from Instagram. Charmine did not want to agree, but thinking of what Waverly did to her yesterday, she agreed to it. Waverly wanted to win against Charmine. She wanted Charmine to know she was out of her league! Waverly was in the live-streaming room as moguls or prominent figures would pop by from time to time. There were either superstars from Kansas or the big names in that country. It only took a while for her live stream to reach a few hundred thousand views.

Since his father is the Tournament's sole proprietor, Colin knew better than anyone how lucrative the gambling can be. The Tournament had three major competitions. The first was the Airshow Competition where wyvern-tamers put on a show of tricks and techniques that showcase a wyvern's beauty and agility in the air. This usually involves death-defying stunts and manoeuvres within a set time frame, sometimes with the assistance of magic, designed to impress the judges and the crowd. The winner is decided by the judges' scores and by the crowd votes. This is usually held on the third day of the Tournament as a prelude to the Awards Ceremony, where the biggest turnout of spectators were expected

“In this activity, points will be awarded. The guest with the highest tally at the end will secure a sponsorship fund of five million dollars, courtesy of our program. The winnings will be donated to the winner's chosen university or charity organization!" The announcement reverberated across the beach, setting the stage for the day's challenges. “Today marks the beginning, with a series of diverse competitions on the agenda. Each challenge is tailored to the professional and personal expertise of our guests. Winners will earn valuable resources, to be carried forward into subsequent rounds!" In the inaugural challenge, two sets of seven glasses of red wine awaited the participants. The host

Nick and the sheriff shook their heads with amusement. Goldman handed Lance his credit card. “We want a big ass order of wings with ranch and blue cheese on the side and three beers. Keep the beers comin’. We also want to know more about this wet nightie contest.” Lance laughed. “All right, big guy. The winner gets a $700 prize, runner-up gets $500, and third place gets $200. The contest will start in thirty minutes.” “That sounds great, buddy, thanks,” Goldman said and patted him on the back.

I said. “If you want, legs, but we should have been training you long before this.” River shook his head. “Yeah, I know,” I sighed. River kissed the top of my head. We walked back to the house together. The barrel race for the following weekend was in Anaconda. The prize was five hundred dollars for first place, and of course, there was an entry fee. The big one that was five thousand dollars for first place was in Missoula. Missoula was an hour and a half from Anaconda. River and I had practiced the entire day. I hated that it took up my whole Sunday.

Cassandra roll her eyes at the commentary not being a least bit interested in the hot man they are talking about. Honey: who is that sexy man by the way? She asks dreamily. Jack: oh he is the racer who won the hot wheels season 2, 3 and 4. He was recently hired by these new investors so he is today here on this track. He tells cheerfully. Honey: what is his name? Jack: ladies and gentlemen lets welcome the hot wheels winner ETHAN MILLER on the track! he exclaims joyfully. Honey: so what do you think Jack how this match gonna be?

He nodded and was about leaving when he turned back. "Emm...if you don't mind, there's an upcoming food competition I heard a friend talking about. It's being sponsored big companies. The winners of the competition are being awarded big cash prizes and other rewards. I can get a ticket for you if you don't mind" He said studying my face. "Emm...i'm interested sir, I'd like to know more about it" I replied nervously. "I remembered he said it's remaining about three tickets or so, I would tell him about you and help you with one then before it finishes, because people usually buy it with a lot of money" He said typing something on his phone and the looking up at me again.

He walked away, leaving me standing in what felt like shattered dreams. I walked out of the room, my bag hanging from my left shoulder. Edwina, who had been waiting for me outside, ran toward me, her eyes full of hope. "Please. Tell me he said yes." "Edwina." "Look, they just raised the stakes. The person who wins the tournament gets to face Draven Ardent and wins two hundred and fifty thousand dollars." I stopped in shock and took the flyer from her hand. It was true. The winner really did get two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Now I needed to enter more than ever.