Charity Case Book Novels & Stories

Bianca “Could you pass me that box of pamphlets?” I asked Clara, gesturing toward the stack of brochures sitting on a nearby table. We were setting up for the Shelter Project charity drive in the city square, which had been transformed into a makeshift fairground with booths, banners, and donation stations. Clara handed me the box, and I began arranging the pamphlets in neat stacks on the welcome table. Each one detailed the plight of rogue orphans and outlined our proposed adoption program, complete with statistics and heart-wrenching photographs that Ethan had provided.

But I'm afraid that I'm going to get none this time. "Listen there are rules in things we can make proposals. Volunteers are not part of our proposal limits. So even if we make one it would be made invalid by the manager and our benefactor", said Renee. "She is right. You are very new to our organisation. I think you don't understand how charity works. It is basically a service we do to our humanity. We are not going to get any returns. That is why we are not drawing our salary", said André. "Ziva. Generally charities are run on a tight budget. But our benefactor had never pinched Penny. So we can't make him pay more just for running it", said Renée.

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

Each minute represented potential revenue lost, opportunities missed. Without slowing my pace, I spoke. “Chavez. What’s next?” She responded instantly, without looking up from her tablet. “Charity visitation, sir. NYC Health Hospital in the East Harlem Branch. Pediatric and adult oncology wing. You’re scheduled to arrive at noon. Press is limited to the courtyard. Photo ops only.” My jaw flexed once. The word ‘charity’ left a bitter taste in my mouth. Charity. Necessary, not noble. A calculated maneuver in the grand scheme of wealth preservation. It softened the edges of the empire, placated the detractors, and provided a tax write-off.

I let myself chuckle, both finding it amusing and not wanting to be a spoilsport. She said, "Unlike the man currently causing you problems, the country of Chad has such a bright future, and people with money like me can help it move forward one step at a time. Anyway, my charity works to purchase and distribute important textbooks to their schools. I encouraged the children, when visiting, to pay attention and work hard."

They were devoted to doing good for society. The management team’s integrity mattered more than an individual’s competence in a social welfare institution like Red Star Charity. Even if the charity was not operating at the right capacity, Kaze could assign a few people from Perfect World Group and Shangrila Group to aid the team’s growth. “Come here, Daphne.” Kaze called Daphne and a few over. “What’s up, Kaze?” Daphne wiped the sweat off her neck and ran over. The others followed behind her.

“Objection my Lord. My lord, this is his privacy,” “Objection overruled. Carry on, Russell,” the judge demanded. “Back to my question, Mr. Charles.” Charles took a deep breath. “Yes.” “I see. What's your stand in this case? How does it affect you?” Russell asked. Charles’ expression became shaken, and his eyes flickered upon hearing that question. This is a great punch to the face. “I am here to help the poor lady whose child was taken away from her, forcefully. She doesn't have any financial support, and I am here to make sure that is possible,” Charles replied.

I listened. “The term charity means to help people in need, Right, Mr Declan?” I asked but he didn't respond, rather he paid attention. “Why do you help them? To play superhero? Or brag that you have more? To shove it in their faces that they have what those children would never have? The purpose of charity is to give them the life they deserve despite every trial and pain they went through in life, it’s hard enough that life already knocked them down, do we have to also rub it in their faces?”

Eric lifted a glass of orange juice and a glass of wine off the tray of a passing waiter. Handing the orange juice to her. They were at a charity event. Allison was a prominent supporter of. Tonight’s fund raiser hadn’t been arranged by her. Cat wasn’t on duty tonight; instead, she was present as a guest. Meanwhile, Allison was deep in conversation with the co-founder of Women and Children First, an organisation that provides housing and food to women and children affected by domestic abuse. They also assist in navigating the complexities of involving police and agencies, cutting through bureaucratic red tape to prevent these individuals from becoming mere statistics.

" Wow. I really underestimated our little charity case. Girl came with connections. "Oh? So she's powerful now? Rich? Backed by someone important?" I asked, real curious who Sharon was hiding behind. "Ms. Brooke was personally referred by the school board," Mr. Dickson said, lowering his voice like he was letting me in on some huge secret. "We've been instructed to treat her with special care." Of course. Our education foundation didn't just sponsor underprivileged students—we also funneled donations to universities all over the state. Most schools gave our recipients the VIP treatment.