Bad Company Ruins Good Morals Novels & Stories

Faces flashed in her mind—nurses laughing on break, doctors she’d studied beside, the chief who’d once told her she had the hands of a miracle worker. One of them was betraying her. Her knees wobbled, and she sank onto the low step of the station, pressing her hand to her mouth. “I can’t… I can’t believe it.” Jax crouched in front of her, his gaze fierce. “Believe it. Trust me, I’ve seen it before. War makes traitors out of men you’d bet your life on.” Her throat tightened. “These aren’t soldiers. They’re doctors.” “They’re human,” he shot back. “And humans get greedy. Or scared. Or bought.”

And, so far, none of the men had appeared on the news as missing, so she had not had to challenge her ethics on the subject. She considered his question as a theoretical discussion. “I don’t know,” she replied. “There is a lot of bad shit and a lot of bad people in this world, and it often seems that they just keep doing more bad shit, and worse bad shit, to good people. I guess, I hope so, otherwise, this world is just f-ked.”

I’ve done terrible things to unsuspecting wolves and I’ve hurt wolves, a lot of wolves. Including Katrina. F*ck, why does it hurt so much now? “Bad past doesn’t mean bad future.” I looked at Hilda, clearing all regret from my face. “What do you mean?” “No one is truly a bad person. Bad things have just happened to them so they do bad to people around them to be happier about themselves but the happiness never lasts forever until they change.” I was stunned by her reply but she said something else. “It’s a moral from mummy.”

" I can't believe someone could be so evil. Not only did he evade tax payment,he even engaged in drug trafficking and smuggling. He is purely evil." " He's the ideal sheep in wolf's clothing. He always appears like a honest and magnanimous person, who would have thought that his heart is so corrupted " " People like him are what pollutes humanity. He should be charged with treason!" " I can't believe the man I always admired and respected turned out to be a complete scumbag." " From today onwards,I am never going to use anything under Morgan corp." " I think the whole Morgan family should be chased away from this country. We don't need people like them!"

I looked up. “You’re getting attention. Big attention.” I stayed silent. “And with that attention comes responsibility,” he continued. “Sponsors, media, reputation.” My chest felt tight. “I know,” I said quietly. “No,” he shook his head. “I don’t think you do.” He walked closer. “Do you know how fast things can go wrong?” he asked. I didn’t answer. “Very fast,” he said. “One wrong move, and everything you’ve worked for is gone.”

“Our secret, filthy little fucktoy. Sarah will never know how thoroughly her best friend got destroyed by her daddy and his friend.” I smiled weakly through the cum on my face, completely addicted. This was only the beginning of my primal ruin.

“Spare me the morality. You launder money already. You’ve dirtied your hands plenty. This is only the next step.” “It’s lives,” Mrs Lancaster snapped, her composure cracking. “Children. Families.” Adrian’s calm broke. He set his glass down with force, his dark eyes hard. “This isn’t business. This is rot. Rot that will destroy everything it touches.” Mrs Castelli’s voice sharpened. “Don’t act high and mighty, Adrian. Do you think your organization is clean? You’ve thrived because men like us exist.” “Don’t twist this,” Adrian snapped. “There are lines. And this crosses them.”

And speech was a minefield where the wrong word could trigger explosions whose damage might not be immediately visible but would be no less devastating. I could feel the weight of their gazes, assessing, studying. Men in custom suits worth more than most cars, women draped in jewels that could purchase small buildings. But it wasn't their wealth that made them dangerous—it was what they had done to acquire it, what they would do to maintain it. The casual cruelty in some eyes, the calculated emptiness in others. These were people who had long ago decided that conventional morality was a constraint they need not accept, and that the worth of others was measured solely by their usefulness. I w

For once in my life he had zero interest in the business in front of me that needed to be done. “That’s none of your business, it has nothing to do with my job,” she snapped and tried to pull my attention back to the file. “This is Anthony, he works in accounting. I have spoken to him on a few occasions and even went to my father because it looked to me like he was into some unethical business practices but my father said it was fine. I would personally not trust him,” she finished, as she pushed the folder closer to me.