Common Decency Novels & Stories

But then, Macie quacked Patty, and she blinked twice, regaining her composure. She scoffed. "Who would have thought that I would get to see a confident slut who's proud of what she's doing and even bragging about it? Hm, shame is indeed a scarce commodity now." "Not even as scarce as common sense," I retorted. "Because clearly, the three of you are too poor to even afford one to be shared amongst you three."

I nod toward the exit. Without hesitation, they all agree. For a few minutes, I lecture them about the importance of kindness and consideration—the bare minimum of human decency. I took a few minutes to lecture them about the importance of kindness and consideration, emphasizing that it was the bare minimum of human decency. They nodded along, but I couldn't tell if they were really listening or not.

And I didn’t. That should be the end of the list of reasons to be proud: restraint. Ethics. Common decency. Instead, it sits there like a bruise. I could have had her, easily. The thought is stupidly, ruinously flattering and then immediately filthy. I clamp the thought down every time it tries to bloom.

"Considering your family's stature, is this the extent of your decorum?" Stellie responded with a scornful laugh. "Decorum is meant for respectable people, not for shameless creatures like you."

Third Person's POV "Indeed, it's not quite reasonable, but that's just how he is. Do you think there's something wrong with him?" "Hard to say," Adelaide replied, reluctant to suspect any ill intentions. Unreasonable things often have special circumstances behind them; it's just unclear what those circumstances are. She continued, "Even someone easily compromising has a temper." No one in the capital would pay attention to them. Their existence was too insignificant, their reputation overly timid. Paying too much attention to them would seem foolish.

The duke was entering the room, and Blackthorne watched in irritation as the ladies in the ballroom granted him with admiring glance while the gentlemen gave him a courtly welcome. The Duke of Vermont was a cocky bastard, yet the entire ton seemed to justify his cockiness. They placed him on a pedestal as a role model. A man with grand principles and incredible moral standards. The gentlemen spoke highly of him. The older ladies offered their daughters to him any chance they had while they dragged their girls away the second a rakehell like himself came into sight. Those poor ladies never knew that their paragon of virtue was no better than him, Lothario of London. The utmost difference was;

“Dear Charles, your words are true. Those nude women are notorious rough group. They are strippers and could do any unpleasant thing to get money. I had never been a stripper. I was born in an oriental family with sagacity, when the rigidness was peculiar among the modern women, when infidelity was a rare phenomenon. When womanhood was respected, and amoral love had not been common, when husbands kept their vows and when women took great care of their erred and roaming daughters. The frequent of moral decay among men and women of this modern age has driven them to the point of insanity. It has caused most of the heartaches in the world and has also led to many broken wedlock.”

He had fought the world with his bare hands himself and made the entire high society bow down to him. However, when a person had reached a certain level of greatness, he would choose to be indifferent and maintain his composure. He calmly glanced at Sabrina, which meant that nothing had to be forced. He understood Ruth. Sabrina understood what he meant, and she also understood Ruth. That was because she had also come from the bottom of this society and had endured all kinds of humiliations. In fact, to put it bluntly, only one in million among the multitude of people in this world was part of the high society, right? The vast majority of the people, on the other hand, were all living at the

There was silence, the perfect opportunity for it to get louder in my head. “Well, that's fucked up.” She finally said. “What are the odds? Two fucked up people living beside each other.” I chuckled, genuinely amused this time. How was it so easy for her to say something hilarious in a moment like this? “I normally do mind being called fucked up, even though you didn't ask.” I heard her scoff. “You have to make an exception for me, neighbor. I like to say things the way they are.” As I smiled, I realized how weird this was.

I heard him say. "And you are gentleman, aren't you?" I can't handle him speaking all the rubbish talks that don't make any sense. "Yes, I am!" He cleared his throat once again and puffed his shoulders more this time with pride. "Then I am a lady of elegance!" "With no etiquette on how to behave, you should not call yourself a lady!" "And you are not even a man enough to know how to speak with a gender opposite to yours!" I argued back at him. I moved again on the contrary path to him but lost my balance.