Dubious Morality Novels & Stories

Daniel The shadow of the night began to engulf the city as I left Claire’s apartment. Her words still echoed in my mind, filled with confusion and doubt. The streetlights illuminated my path as I walked briskly, my thoughts a storm of contradictions. I had never believed that love could blind someone, but now, I finally understood. Claire wasn’t the murderer they thought she was. Every fiber of my being told me she was telling the truth. But at every turn, I was confronted with my duty: as a police officer, I couldn’t afford to let my emotions guide me. The doubt persisted. And the evidence was sorely lacking.

But the revelation from their brother Damian is unexpectedly turning them all into hungry beasts, waiting for their prey to be presented in front of them with a golden platter. In this place full of evil, morality does not exist at all. And the act of stealing other's property despite being brothers or family, is already… unfortunately a norm here. The thing that Damian forgot when he decided to return with Khrystyanna in his arms. He also underestimated his family because of his filial piety that up until now, he is hoping to not let go at all. Dark Raven decided to go to the library not to read but to indulge himself with the quiet atmosphere inside.

" Judi stared at this rat who didn't agree with him, a little annoyed. "Okay, let me tell you, I'm laughing at you. How did you make yourself like this that your brothers are suspicious of you? Where is your moral standing?" Benjemin Waltson was wronglytoo, his brother,doubts everyone. Even if a male dog run by Luna, his brother would suspect whether the dog’s hair touched Luna’s body “Since you doubt my moral standing, you dare to pretend to be my girlfriend pregnant?How did you get the confidence,thinking you can deceive others?”

"It's... unnatural..." "Unnatural?" I don't bother restraining the laugh. "Don't talk rubbish, Georgie. Is it unnatural that we don't live in caves any more? That we wear clothes against the weather? That we eat food cooked in fire? Use antibiotics? Drink clean water?" Her face hardens. "That's not the same. That's just about staying alive and healthy. This is different. It's about morality." "What's immoral about it? Compared with say, rape or torture or murder?"

However, Damien couldn’t make out the difference due to the heavy downpour which was soaking their faces. His gaze momentarily dropped to her pink lips as she mercilessly chewed them. She was trying hard to control her emotions but failed as his words were a harsh reality check for her. Power and money indeed supplant morals and dignity. Emmaline knew that she could easily expose him but would anyone believe her? Neither does she has proof of her innocence nor had stored jewels to seal the lips of bastions of justice.

I don't know, but what I do know for sure is that I have dug a hole too deep to climb out of. When I first met Sebastian Harrison—the self-proclaimed Playboy and the poster child for debauchery —I could not stand him. And when I say that I could not stand him, I do not confess this truth lightly or to poke fun. Sebastian was arrogant, selfish, immature, and lacked any moral compass. Sebastian took nothing seriously; he had no value for the life he lived yet had enough value in his life for hundreds of people to live comfortable, respectable lives. Sebastian managed to ruin every event, every function, every social gathering I could set up for him and I didn't know why.

Doubt returned to the First Dark’s realm. We followed. Stood at the boundary. Waiting. Hoping. Fearing. The First Dark was waiting. Massive. Ancient. Impatient. “Report,” it commanded. “Tell me what you learned. Tell me what you experienced. Tell me what you recommend. Tell me if existence is worthwhile or if nothing is superior. Tell me now.” “I cannot,” Doubt said simply. “I cannot judge fairly. Cannot recommend it honestly. Cannot decide correctly. I am too new. Too inexperienced. Too changed by what I felt.”

BRIAN POV I walk fast, head down and hands in my pockets, guilt rattling through me at the thought of how badly I’ve desecrated my professional judgement. This should never be. This thing with Moona was bad enough, this craziness with Cain involved is nothing short of criminal. But it’s not criminal. It violates the moral code of my career, but it’s not criminal. Not on paper. She’s of age and willing. Definitely willing. And we mean her no harm, Cain and I. Quite the opposite.

“The real question is whether someone has crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed. That’s something only you can decide.” “That sounded suspiciously rehearsed.” “I’ve been having this exact internal debate since he emailed me,” she admitted. “Turns out moral philosophy is complicated when it involves people you actually know.” “And your verdict?” “He hasn’t crossed my personal boundaries. His brother definitely has—may that psychopath rot in whatever hell accepts people who wave guns around—but shared DNA doesn’t mean shared values. I should know something about family members having wildly different concepts of human worth.” Constance retrieved her spoon and continued her systematic ice crea