روايات وقصص ضمن Unscramble Charity

My eyes went wide. "Isn't that illegal? Like, the thirteenth amendment is all against that." She shook her head. "Don't be dense. It's for 'dates'. Rich frat boys throw money to get dates with girls they find attractive. The girls sign up for it. You should sign up for it." "How is raising money for charity remotely helping my problem? I mean, I love puppies too, but..." "Seriously, stop being dense. There's usually an unspoken agreement behind it. They plop down big bucks for charity, and the girl shows them their contribution is greatly appreciated." She elbowed me. "If you know what I mean."

“That’s not important for now Miss Young. What we need from you is to explain.” I shortly glance at Martini who’s just staring at Kyle. His face looks blank. I know he’s mad. And I couldn’t ask for his help because I hide it from him as well. So I don’t have any choice right now but to defend myself. I heaved a deep breath and gather my composure before I speaks. “That charity is intended for children who lost their parents due to some accidents, those who were abandoned and abused.” I started. “And since when that became our business, Miss Young?” One of the investors interrupted this time.

So she had to re-think. How come I'm just thinking about that now? She asked herself. Charity was the seventh child of Uncle Kay, (short for Kayode) She was a bit chubby and light skinned, a beautiful girl with artificial long nails and eye lashes. She was surprisingly the same height with Cookie and looked intimidating but Cookie likes her. Charity looks neat and always added effort to look beautiful. It was the reason why her face was always caked with makeup unlike Cookie who was always on nude makeup or nothing.

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?”

"Then how did I contact you?" "I only use an old Nokia cell phone, because that's the only thing with a long lifespan. Because it's only once a week if Grandpa goes out to a neighboring island where there's electricity so he can charge it." She doesn’t seem to believe what I am saying. So I raised an eyebrow at her. Because it's true, the life that my mother's real parents have is poor but filled with happiness that money can’t possibly buy. A simple life in a far far away island where only a few live. Fine, the truth is, my Grandpa and Grandma decided to give up my mother into a rich family back then because she was sick and they couldn't afford her to be treated in a good hospital. So they

The mother looked at her like she had lost her mind, but dug into the pocket of her jeans and extracted a dollar, handing it to Charity. "Okay." Charity stuck the dollar in her pocket. "My name is Charity Thomas, and you've just hired me to be your attorney. Whatever you say to me is privileged and will not go any further than between us, except for a court of law." She pulled a notebook out of her bag. "I take it you're Maggie?" "I am, ma'am." "No 'ma'am' here. We're equals; you call me Charity, I call you Maggie, and we figure out how to get you and Skylar out of this mess. Sound good?"

" Wow. I really underestimated our little charity case. Girl came with connections. "Oh? So she's powerful now? Rich? Backed by someone important?" I asked, real curious who Sharon was hiding behind. "Ms. Brooke was personally referred by the school board," Mr. Dickson said, lowering his voice like he was letting me in on some huge secret. "We've been instructed to treat her with special care." Of course. Our education foundation didn't just sponsor underprivileged students—we also funneled donations to universities all over the state. Most schools gave our recipients the VIP treatment.

"I really don’t care about being harassed and detained, JC, as long as it’s for truth and country.” “I was wondering . . . what’s ‘charity’?” “Charity is our code for the cause, the cause of liberating the country from repression.” “And what’s Freedom?” “Well, we have pseudonyms. You’ll meet him as soon as we arrived.” “And you’re Wells Fargo, aren’t you?” “Right,” he said nodding.

“What is it?” My throat bobbed, my cheeks suddenly flushing a little. “I think I want to start a charity foundation. I want to raise money from selling my clothing designs and then use the money to help people—not just kids like the ones today, but anyone who needs help. Marginalized people. Humans. Orphans. Small business owners. People who feel like they have nowhere else to turn.” For a few moments, my mate was silent, his eyes searching mine. “Is… Is that crazy?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable beneath his gaze.

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