Toxic Charity Novels & Stories

‎“Because if you do, I'll be forced to look at your grades again.” ‎“what do you mean by that?” I asked in confusion ‎"It means, if you spill this to anyone you'll get expelled, I'd make sure of that..." ‎“You expect me to keep quiet because you threaten to tamper with my grades?” ‎“trust me.” ‎“Trust you?” ‎He lowered his voice. “Please, Theo. Just forget about it.” ‎I shook my head...“You're unbelievable.” ‎I turned away before he could say anything else...

“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.

Cheerleader confidence rolled off her in waves while the bright firelight flickered across her long blonde hair. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” Charity added smoothly, glancing between me and Harmony as she adjusted her knit scarf. “More like...welcome to the experience.” The experience. Fantastic. That sounded incredibly, emotionally threatening. Harmony crossed her arms loosely over her chest, stepping boldly into the space between us. “You say that like Takoda Blackwell is a natural disaster.” Charity laughed softly, shaking her head as her silver earrings caught the light. “Close enough.”

The dis-relish feeling that she has to sell her innocence just for her brother to be treated well so that he can recover. “The package delivery, I guess.” I chuckled dryly. Crushed dreams, a shattered heart which used to flutter with happiness, thinking that she'll meet someone who'll love her and swear to stay by her side in good and bad times. There's nothing there is only one feeling; Toxic. I am bounding myself in a toxic marriage which will be lethal for me. I give him what he desires and he gives me what I desire but He can't fulfill my desires; he can't give me Love.

Lorenzo may have everything in his hands like wealth, power, and all the good and bad traits a man can have, but not me, contrary to their beliefs. I sipped again on my champagne while our eyes met. Amusement was evident on his face as he watched me watching him, discreetly licking the ‘unknown’ woman's earlobe. I rolled my eyes. It's too gross, seriously. He could've done better than that. I don't want to look damsel in distress if ever he decided to make a sandal out of himself. If it turns out that the ‘perfect guy’ was cheating on me, people will pity me and I will certainly hate it.

"This shows us not to hand out compassion blindly. Look what happened. An entire family was destroyed." "Am I the only one who feels sorry for the husband? He was sick, but his wife wouldn't give him money for treatment. She even took a fugitive on a trip through the Western Continent, and in the end, he couldn't even keep the money for his cemetery plot." "That woman's death was quite satisfying too, that's what I say! Her toxic compassion killed her husband. She deserved it." On the day Wyatt was sentenced to death, a friend came to my grave with a bouquet of flowers and told me the news.

It told a clear story of a man who had built his empire on lies and theft. "The charity fraud is going to be what will really destroy him," Arthur said. "People might forgive business crimes, but stealing from sick children? That's unforgivable." Elena pulled up the financial records showing three million dollars diverted from the Sterling Foundation to Mark's personal accounts. "He used charity money to buy Veronica's engagement ring," Elena said, pointing to a transaction. "A two-hundred-thousand-dollar ring paid for with donations meant for children's hospitals." Arthur shook his head. "The man has no shame."