Better World Books Donate Novels & Stories

It was one of the things that kept me sane and I never spent a day without seeing it. "Mr. President, just days after receiving control of the Brundeen Group, valued at over two hundred billion dollars, you have chosen to donate the entire company to charity," the news anchor announced and then continued."Millions of citizens applaud your kindness and selflessness, as the donation has led to a dramatic reduction in child mortality due to starvation. Do you have any additional thoughts for the world, Mr. President?" The voice of the TV rang into my ears and I stared attentively.

Even talking about it made her extremely happy, clutching me tighter as I filled her up fully, gasping and chanting the greeting on the cards… . And then the next day—. “Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes to shut out the pain. But then my phone shook mercilessly. I took a deep inhale to loosen up a little so I could focus on the incoming text. A receipt. Five million dollars worth of cakes from this hyped place. The recipient? All the orphanages and schools, as well the shelters for the homeless and low-income class, across the country. The order? By Luna Amber Mills. Instantly, I understood.

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"He personally destroyed the most precious thing he had, and now he wants it back. Too bad. Some things, once lost, can never be found." A reporter raised a hand. "Ms. S. Moon, do you think Alexander Blackwood has any chance of redemption?" I smiled, shaking my head. "An Alpha who doesn't even know what coffee his mate drinks. Do you think he deserves redemption?" Louder laughter erupted. "Finally, I have an announcement." I stood up straighter. "Phoenix will donate 10 million dollars to establish the 'Rebirth Foundation,' dedicated to helping women hurt by worthless Alphas start over."

Thankfully, it's not Christian! "It won't be him", Ellen says. "He respects your capabilities the most" A small grin curves on my face. "I know. But recently, he was kind of worried about me. And he offered help like ten times. I wouldn't be surprised if he did it" "But the best part is we got it!" Nora cheers with everyone clapping along. "It's some elderly businessman. He's suffering from a rare disease, and doesn't have any kids so he's donating money wherever he can", Alexia says from her desk, immediately taking out the information of the donor.

“Did something happen to your father?” I shook my head again. “No. That was my assistant at my mother’s charity calling. She told me one of our biggest donors backed out of a pledge. “Oh no.” William pulled me into his arms. “Is there anything I can do?” I buried my face in his shoulder. “Not unless you know somebody who wants to donate a half million dollars.” William was silent as I cried on his shoulder for a moment. Then I sat up and dried my eyes. “I think you may be right about what you said back at the office,” I told William. “Most Alphas don’t want to help the poor. They won’t give up anything to make someone else’s life better.”

“I’d like you to make a charitable donation to the Red Cross on my behalf.” Beyond Andrew, Mr. Valenzuela gave a soft ‘mmm’. “Darling, it’s your birthday. It should be a gift for you,” Andrew countered. She rested her palm against his cheek, his five o’clock shadow prickling her work-sensitized fingertips and palms. “You don’t understand. Knowing that something I’ve done helped other people—made things better for other people they way you have for me—it’s the most wonderful gift you could give me.” “Be a pretty big gift for the firm too,” Mr. Valenzuela added, still thinking and talking business. “Some donated contractor time and materials would go a long way for this group’s public relation

638 billion had landed in my account. I stared at the screen for a long time, letting the number sink in, before I finally made a decision. I would donate five million to the Red Cross, specifically for a rural poverty fund. As soon as I finished the donation, I hurried into my space, hoping, almost childishly, that some good karma might reward me with a surprise. The dense fog at the edge of my space didn’t so much as flicker. I let out a small sigh. “Well, that didn’t work. Guess I’ll try again with Crystal Cores after the apocalypse.”

"But there are also other ports that open the way to the poorer countries in the region. That's where we drop off non-conflict materials as donations: school supplies, clothes, vaccines, canned food." Maxine felt a lump rise in her throat as she listened, staring at him like he was a little caterpillar transforming into a butterfly right before her eyes. "Are you serious?" she whispered, stunned. "I thought this was all just about money…" "Oh, it is, make no mistake!" Liam sighed, clearly impatient. "All of this is about money. What people don't understand is that in order to give, you have to earn first! I like helping people—it's honestly a big part of what I do with my wealth. But if I ga

I donated a dozen books from the Barlowe house—stories I wanted other young girls to find: Jane Eyre, Little Women, The Secret Life of Bees, Becoming, The House on Mango Street, and more. Books that had whispered to me when the world was too loud. Books that had taught me what a woman could be. Mrs. Bertram smiled as she scanned the titles. “This will change someone’s life,” she said. I nodded. “That’s the goal.” I stopped at the market afterward for fresh apples and ginger chews. A few people I knew offered kind smiles, congratulations, warm nods. The town had softened. The whispers had quieted. And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land.