Corruption Pico Novels & Stories

Alicia burst into another round of tears and Immediately, Samson hugged her in a flash into his embrace because she was crying seriously this time. "Are you going to be ok?" She asked crying even more. Samson kissed on her hair and made her to look at him. 'I promise, I would be fine!" "Ok... but what is a corruption and what damage does it cause?" Alicia still wanted to know. "Ok... the substance in the syring was a [Pytelaphil] and the corruption is created by a wild beast. It's a fiend. Actually this creature is the corruption itself and they must have torn it's skin and taken the fluid to inject on me. The corruption does so many things, it blocks one's memory. I might forget anyone... i

A quiet, insidious weakness that could ruin everything. “Are you seeing this?” Leo whispered, his voice barely carrying over the hum of the cafe. He pointed at the screen. “Look at the shell companies. Look at the way the funds move. It’s not illegal—at least, not exactly. But it’s corruption in slow motion. He built this empire quietly, invisibly. And no one suspects a thing.” Maya leaned closer, her brow furrowed. “It’s like he’s playing chess while everyone else is playing checkers.”

He felt fortunate that he only had to clean his friends apartment in exchange. Walking down the stairs Amias continued to dwell on his thoughts. He still felt a sense of surrealness just being here. He found his classes less challenging as he started to get used to them. He yawned, he was annoyingly tired, he was made to stay late the day before. The daily missions he was given by the company had to be completed before he was allowed to leave the building. If he were honest, he thought that this was strange but he could understand the strictness considering the amount of money they were essentially investing in him and the others. He was trying to not feel like or see himself as a product bu

Kriss whispered, his lips trembling slightly. “We all wanted to go and see. You are not alone.” Randall whispered, hoping it could reassure him but to no avail. “What about the judgment he faced? Did he deserve it?” Kriss asked, not wanting to think about it but it occurred out of the blue. “That is how politics work, His Highness. You should know it.” Tabit whispered, feeling compassion for his condition. Kriss cannot argue with that. That is the main reason for this corruption. Politics. All of them were higher up. Kriss was the Prince. They cannot ruin his name and Zadicus had lost everything already. An easy target.

, he explained releasing a button on his shirt. " What?", I queried in shock. Michael nodded in understanding, " Corruption is like a spiderweb, it's sticky strands capture those who fall into it and turns its victims into prey. They're all preys under the control of Terry Gonzalez ". "That's why it's important we catch the preys first, before terminating the spider", Adrian inputted. " Thank you for your cooperation, brother", Michael joked. " Don't push it", He replied in warning. " I'll see you later", Michael said before leaving.

I watched Sophia, admiration shining in my eyes, as she presented our case with confidence and conviction. She pointed to the first file in which Jacob's linguistic skills revealed a web of corrupt practices within their academic circles. Professors manipulating grades, students buying their way to success, and a network of bribes that extend far beyond the university walls. Jacob leaning back in his chair, spoke "It was shocking to uncover the extent of their corruption. The very foundation of their educational system is tainted" Sophia then moved to the next file "Emily's infiltration into their administrative department unveiled embezzlement, fraud, and the misuse of funds. They've been s

That his life and his work to improve girls’ lives here had been worth less than the ransom his insurance company had paid out to the kidnappers to save his life. And then they’d butchered him on film anyway despite the money. Just to make a statement. She swallowed a lump of emotion lodged in her throat. The situation with the Pakistani official and the owner of the contracting company was twisted beyond comprehension. The amount of corruption over here was staggering. “You both good with that?” Hunter finished, setting his hands on his hips. He looked intimidating as hell like that, the tightly leashed power radiating from him like heat from a furnace. It simmered in those light brown eyes

Tasha assigned me the most challenging portfolio: monitoring the legal and financial compliance of the South American ACSC rollouts, the exact region targeted by the Shanghai Collective. I quickly discovered that while Tasha had eliminated the external exploit, the region still harbored a persistent, systemic problem, soft corruption, local politicians exploiting the Foundation's vast, ethical funding for minor, personal gain. It was small-scale, but systemic, threatening to erode the SIF’s mandate over time. I needed external strategic consultation. The only person with the strategic depth and cynical expertise to solve systemic, soft corruption was the man who perfected it... Declan Wright

Damien stood near the glass with tablet in hand, jacket off and sleeves rolled, the posture of a man who had stopped asking why and moved straight into how fast. “You were right,” he said without turning. “It’s not corruption in pieces. It’s a system.” Vanessa didn’t respond immediately. She was standing at the central table...the one they’d converted into a working map...hands resting flat on the surface. Screens hovered above it, data projected in layers: company registries, nonprofit shells, donor records, municipal permits, procurement contracts. She spoke calmly. Too calmly. “Start at the center.” Damien tapped the screen. The image shifted, zooming inward until a familiar name locked i

"Do it," Austin said immediately. For the next hour, Hope moved through the building with Growth and Renewal, mapping corruption. They found it everywhere—in the foundation stones, in support pillars, even in some of the decorative carvings. "There's so much," Hope reported back. "Dozens of corruption points, all connected in a web. If someone activates the central node, the whole thing will trigger at once." "Can you transform it all?" Rosemary asked. "Not in six hours," Hope admitted. "There's too much. It would take days, maybe weeks."