Toxic Charity Novels & Stories

“All this time we’ve spent talking. All the times I’ve given you advice on your bastard of a husband and that curse growing in your womb. Why would you think I care about you?’’ she let out, eyes meeting mine at a distance. Her words hurt me. The trust I had put in her was shuttered at this moment. Why does everyone I trust always end up hurting me? “Why did you do it Charity?’’ I repeated. “Why do you do the things you do?” “For the ones I love.’’ I affirmed. “For the ones I love.” She mirrored, smiling. “And who do you love, Charity?’’ I pushed, wondering what it would take to make her fold. She had pushed me to the brim, I felt foolish for trusting her. “I bet you’re wallowing in self pit

Could it be that…? "The media has been carrying news about the misconduct of the younger members and as such shaking the foundation of the charity sectors in different branches. That has been the major source of avoiding high taxes as well as enjoying other immunity from the government," Christopher spoke up after Priscilla's father while the huge screen lit up with current financial statistics of the company. "I wouldn't say you two don't have a life, but if that life comes in the way of progress then the only sensible approach is to take the life of work from you." The small crowd began to murmur. Some whispered into their neighbour's ears and others, like Yolanda, kept her gaze fixed on t

“Some people like it.” “My point exactly. They give charity not out of a desire to help others, but because it makes them feel good. They pay for that sensation like any other vice. It’s a rush, same as gambling, liquor, drugs, or loose women. The only difference is that it’s the only one which allows people to be sanctimonious afterwards.” “But if these people are in genuine need?”

"Charity Queen Or Criminal Puppet?" Another. "Inside Carla Dunbar's Secret Relationship With The Grigo Crime Family." "Oh my God..." I whispered. Then I opened social media, which happened to be the worst mistake of my life. The comments came endlessly. Fraud. Attention-seeking bitch. Power hungry whore. Fake saint. Mafia princess. Using charity money to clean blood money. My vision blurred with rage. My fingers tightened around the tablet so hard my knuckles turned white. That bastard. That fucking bastard and his audacity.

Thoughtfully. Never defensive. Never bitter. Just honest. Finally, Charlotte asked: "What would you say to other women who might be in similar situations? Who recognize the toxicity but aren't sure they can leave?" I thought about it. About the three years I'd wasted. About how small I'd become. "I'd say you're stronger than you think. You're worth more than you've been told. And leaving isn't weakness. It's courage." My voice was steady. Strong. "Choose yourself. Always choose yourself."

Toxic, possessive, and forbidden — this is a mafia romance about obsession, deception, and a love triangle no one saw coming. This story centers around three main characters: Professor Adrian, his student Theo, and Adrian’s nephew Blake. Professor Adrian heads the Crimson Pact, hidden behind his luxury jewelry front, Deveraux Atelier. He came to the university undercover with one mission: find the man who scammed him with fake gold and stole millions. Adrian only knows the scammer’s name. He’s never seen his face. The man is hiding at the school under a fake name, and Adrian doesn’t know who he is. On his first day, Adrian saves Theo from being bullied by Blake — his own nephew. He does

“Must you make us a laughingstock of the neighborhood over some money? “Yes, I lent the money to Lorelei, but I was doing a good deed! It’s an act of charity! Look at yourself! You look like some heartless debt collector, shaking down a poor widow for change. “It’s sad that your father’s suck, but you can’t make me the bad guy because of your family drama. I’ve been doing my best for our neighbors for three years. What does that make me if I ask for the money now? How am I supposed to show my face in the community?”

In just a few hours, Hebert's reputation and influence skyrocketed like never before. Then, out of nowhere, another headline dropped like a bombshell, shaking up the entire community. A notification popped up on my tablet. The title was bolded in glaring red—"Blackwood Pack Charity Foundation Hit by Scandal! Massive Funds Missing, Orphanages and Charities Unite in Protest!" The article featured a grim image of Brian surrounded by furious protesters. The leaders of the organizations that had once benefited from his so-called "generosity" were now holding banners, shouting at the top of their lungs, condemning him as hypocritical and heartless.

she smiled. "I never said you were bad, I mean no one is born bad it's just their choice" Tyler shook his head and moved forward. "But to me you're such an idiot, no one in this life would love you that way your sister does. Your sister is your only true friend and family you have, it's such a pity that you have to be jealous of her all the time" he took his head with this thought as he took an apple and threw it up. "I've not reported you to Martin since because I'd like to believe you're not that evil, you're just a naive teenager who let oppression get to you. I hope you get yourself back before it's too late" he bit on the apple before leaving.

Carl tried to ease me but there’s no way to tame me anymore. “I can’t! Look what I have become!? I can’t be at ease anymore! I just want to die at this point, my life has been stolen from me, I have lost my dream. I have become corrupted.” I whispered the last part, crying, ravaged, on the brink of destruction. “I can’t take it! I can’t! I hate myself!” I shouted, crying out loud, tears flowing out without any intention to stop, each tear I shared increased my heartbreak.