Toxic Charity Novels & Stories

“Since when do the Moretti triplets give a damn about Charity?” I snarled before I could stop myself. I glared at Teo—the 'Charity' nickname was his invention, and now it was a poison in our own house. Nic just looked at Rosa like she was a bug he was about to crush. She took a step back, realizing the temperature in the room had just dropped to sub-zero.

Shirley already had intentions of killing lucy , now this motivation made her more bold. "Tell me something Clara. what if the person in your way is someone you know, what will you do?. will you kill her.Her name is Lucy, shes a member like me in the poison lady gang that willl eliminate those men who treated you badly. i had a same situation as you. i was into force prostitution and couldnt escape until Irene helped me. The thing is, i realized i needed a rich loving man to help me , and searched and found him but our gang doesnt support being with a man. so i framed a report about a billionaire man who maltreats women in America and also requested to take the mission but then Lucy suddenly

The first function, Day 1: The Charity Outreach. I dread this day, and not for what you think. It's not that I detest the idea of using my money for a good cause, I just hate the pretentious schemes that will be on display today, the schemes and 'holier than thou' characteristics that will be at show today. The pictures with bright smiles and staged sympathy, all for the show, just when you think it can't get worse, the failed promises.

It was thoughtful. Outside the room, the company moved as it always did. Assistants hurried. Phones rang. Markets shifted. Inside, something quieter took shape. “You have options here,” Lillian said finally. “Not clean ones. But options.” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. “I am listening.” She pointed to a clause buried in a secondary report. “This charity partnership. It is framed as neutral, but it creates public goodwill that complicates regulatory obstruction. If Beatrice pushes too hard afterward, it looks retaliatory.”

“Another way is that you’re wasting your degree, your opportunities, and your life on something reckless and dangerous.” Stefan took another slow sip. Of course his father didn't waste time to dive straight into the awkward. “Dad. We’ve been through this before.” “And clearly, it didn’t sink in.” Richard’s tone sharpened slightly. “You had a place in this company. You and Emily. You belonged here, Stefan. You chose instead to crawl through alleys chasing adulterers and petty thieves.” “That’s not all I do,” Stefan said evenly. “Some of the people I help have no one else to go to. They don’t have the luxury of lawyers and private security teams.”

"They're non-profits. They're religious relief funds. They raise billions for victims..." "They aren't just raising money for victims, Dante," Nikolai said, his voice dropping into a horrifying, hollow whisper as he pulled up the sub-ledgers. "They're creating the victims. The cancer donation drives, the relief funds for nuclear fallout zones... it's all a massive front. They use the charity money to fund the black-budget development of these poisons, test them on innocent people under the guise of 'medical aid,' and then use the resulting outbreaks to ask the public for more donations."

“Why not? It solves every problem you just listed.” “Because I know how this works,” she snapped, her pride flaring up like a physical heat. “Rich guy saves the girl, puts her on his payroll, and then she’s just another one of his assets. I’m not going to be your charity case, and I’m definitely not going to be your pet. I’ve lost everything else; I’m not giving you my dignity just because you have a nice car and a confusing libido.” I stepped closer, my jaw tightening. “It’s not charity if you’re working for it. It’s an opportunity. Don't let your poor people pride ruin a chance to actually survive.”

Alexander had replied. Now his legal team filled the conference room behind him, silent, alert, waiting for orders. On the screen: a web of connections, corporate shells, political donors, offshore accounts, falsified health certifications, and through it all… Dwight Harlan’s face. Smiling. Untouchable. Or so he thought. “They’ve been rerouting medical product funds through a non-profit in Virginia,” Alexander said without turning around. “One that claims to provide supplements and infant nutrition for low-income families.” A paralegal stiffened. “That’s despicable.”

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***

Caelan Hanson takes three bullets for his ice-cold, beautiful foster sister, Misty White, before her grandfather, Joel White, finally agrees to let him marry her. However, while Caelan lies unconscious from his injuries, Misty announces that the man she intends to marry is Ezra Caldwell, an impoverished student who's sponsored by the White family. This announcement sends shockwaves throughout the entire city. After all, everyone knows just how ruthless Caelan is, the wolf cub Misty had raised with her own hands. Ezra's merely an intern reporter at Portside Press Holdings. He's nowhere near worthy of being on this scion's radar. Hence, when Caelan shows up at Misty and Ezra's engagement