Better World Books Donate Novels & Stories

Williams finished laughing and wiped at her eyes. "Oh honey, so young, so naive. We don't actually do the work, we just sign checks and send it off to the different places they need to go. Right now, we're donating a new gym to Blackstone Prep, then we're going to send a check to an orphanage somewhere in Africa, we're going to spin, and wherever the bottle lands is the country we'll send it to." I was gobsmacked, I looked around the room so if anyone felt the way I did but they were all the same.

He continued, “I would like to delve into the profound impact of purpose. Purpose is not just merely a goal or an aspiration; it is a fundamental force that profoundly influences our lives, our decisions, and the lasting mark we leave on the world. Tonight, as the CEO of The Empire of Spencer & Battenkurt, I am delighted to announce that we will be generously donating essential building supplies to support the construction of school buildings and an orphanage for children. Furthermore, we will also be responsible for building a dedicated children's library and donating a substantial collection of books to enrich their educational experience.” The audience erupted in cheers and applause, reco

I seriously, don’t want to get involved with men like Alpha Magnus again. Just then, my phone rang, notifiying me about a donation to my orphanage, an orphanage I built for the homeless children here in the Springfield called Ziraili Orphanage. Checking it, my mouth left my jaw, seeing that it was 10 million donation. It was sent by someone without a name, just anonymous. Just then, the business email I had notified too. “Hey, I sent a donation to your orphanage. I hope you like it <3”

I turned back to Bernard. “I want to organize a book drive.” That got his full attention. I kept going before embarrassment could stop me. “Not just random donations. A proper event. Something targeted. Students. High schools. Underserved communities. We can get sponsors involved, maybe corporate partnerships, maybe even direct pledges. If it’s done right, it can fund actual books, not just leftovers people want to get rid of.” Bernard was listening closely now. Not politely. Actually listening. And somehow, that made me speak more confidently.

"For years since me and my brother, Andrew, started A&A Financial Gold, we have held this charity event annually." Ambrose, smiled at the audience and said, "Through you, our partners, we can give so much to the community and... to the world." "This year, we will be donating all proceeds to the two organizations; The hillside Orphanage here in London and The World Against Hunger, who continues to spearhead feeding programs in remote areas in African and Asian countries."

“Does Thomas think he’s some saint? Donation, rehabilitation equipment and even producing a movie? My god, what is he? The messiah?” Ryan gave him a weak smile. “At the very least, he’s doing it for the sake of others, something practical and useful. “If you’re not happy about it, you can donate too. “He donated 1 billion, you can donate 2 or 3 billion too. No one is stopping you.” Conley was flushed red with anger. If it was 6 months back, he would have gritted his teeth and coughed up 3 billion worth of donation. But with the present condition of Skyworld Enterprise, let's not say 3 billion, he could not even afford to donate 300 million!

"It's a win-win situation. He should be thanking you!" Cordelia Locke, feeling like a saint, was excited and said, "You're right. One day, Ronan will realize who truly cares for him!" Emily, changing the subject, said, "Cordelia, I have a great idea that can help many people at once. Would you like to try?" Excited, Cordelia Locke asked, "What is it?" Emily smirked, "You can donate to Hope Elementary School, ensuring that children who can't afford education get to go to school."

I admire that about him and wished my father could particularly learn that from him. Peter Waldeen had recently hosted a business reception in his magnificent mansion, attended by calibers of wealthy individuals from all walks of life, including my father and Park's English father. These quarterly gatherings always made headlines in every newspaper and magazine, promoting the livelihoods of the underprivileged, initiating donations, shelters, and scholarships for the less fortunate. Peter Waldeen, regardless of the donations, still single-handedly funds the scholarships at D'Caprias and many other schools, and leaves the donations to the orphanages. This was common knowledge, and his selfles

Shuddering with excitement, he asked, "A-Are you serious, Mr. Wade?" Charlie quietly retorted, "Have I ever broken a promise?" "No! Never!" Bernard exclaimed in delight. "Thank you, Mr. Wade! Thank you!" Pausing, he then quickly added, "To help the Ten Thousand Armies improve further, I will donate them one—no, two billion USD!"

“Don’t be ridiculous. Tara would never do that. In fact, if it’s not her respect for her parents, the monarchy, she’d rather serve her people, the unprivileged ones, as an ordinary citizen. Despite being cut off from her privilege, she donates most of the royalties from the book sales to the Golden Hearts Foundation, and I promised her a million-dollar donation annually.” How did I know this? Because she worked to make ends meet until I found out she was a phenomenal bestselling author. After Edvard’s revelation, I did some digging, and I didn’t have to look further than scroll down on T.S Prince’s account and her author’s website to see where her book income went. “She did all that?” The Qu