Toxic Charity Novels & Stories

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.

This café was Alec’s favorite; it wasn’t a fancy one but a very cozy little café with a library theme. “They spend most of the time in the bedroom and even miss the days with Juan. I don’t want my son to be around nannies while the father is locked inside the room.” Kathleen couldn’t believe Ryker was ruining his life like this. “He is slacking on work, his brand is doing so damn well but I fear if he kept being so irresponsible, his brand will fail very soon.” Kathleen hadn’t told Alec about Ryker doing drugs, she was well aware of the damage it could cause Ryker if the news accidentally hit the internet. He was a billionaire celebrity and a CEO of KER clothing, his scarred reputation would

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.

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.”

“I’m going to have her meet me in Seattle. I’m going to need that two-hour drive. To think and gather some strength to come face to face with her. She won’t take this well. But she’ll just need to get over it. I’m afraid she might retaliate and she’s like a fucking viper when she’s pissed off. I don’t know why I ever thought I loved her. She’s a freaking witch from hell. It has always been that way. Sure, she’s all lovey-dovey when she wants something. But when she doesn’t get what she wants, all hell breaks loose. I have just learned over the years not to fight with her and give her what she wants. That’s not happening this time. Charity is getting what she deserves. A mere thirty-seven tho

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."

“He is a very bad and nasty guy who loves to psychologically manipulate girls and force them to inflict self-harm and commit suicide for his own pleasure.” Charlie began recounting Kian’s criminal history to Claire. Claire huffed furiously after listening to Charlie. “Oh my goodness, what a b*stard! Why would he do that to other people’s daughters?” Charlie said sincerely, “Well, frankly, there are always scumbags like him who like to hurt others for pleasure. They are the useless dregs of society. Sooner or later, karma will bite them back.” Claire nodded with a satisfied smile. “It looks like his karma has bitten him already!”

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?”

“Let me guess – there was no magical spark and unrelenting passion as for Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth?” “Absolutely,” I agreed, my lips twitching into a smile. “He pales in comparison to the wonderful Darcy.” “You and your books.” She shook her head. “There’s nothing wrong with my books. They give me what I don’t have in real life.” “Like the perfect guy?” “Exactly! And until I have my Mr. Darcy, I won’t stop reading. Charlie was definitely not Mr. Darcy.” “You know something? You’re a really bad liar,” she said out of the blue.