Dubious Morality Novels & Stories

"Lettie, you don't understand why they're doing this, and you're asking yourself the question you asked me in the café earlier. "I can give you the answer now. Age is indeed not the reason, but human nature. Everyone is different. Some might become mistresses, while others will only love their partner for their entire life. Some people have strong moral values, while some don't. "You might see a lot of evil in the digitalized world, but there are good people too. There's a fine line between them. Just because some things exist doesn't mean that they are right. Even if some choose to remain silent, others will also stand out.

Those words hit him where he had vowed to never let in anyone. His heart. ___________________________________ Do remember guys, the story contains Dubious consent which I already mentioned before, it could come in many forms. Manipulation, taking advantage, or using coercion ways, you could get the consent but it would be dubious. So please refrain yourself from reading further if this concerns you. I tried writing a soft chapter as I noticed the story had been too dark from the start. Till the next adios

“We are demons for fuck sake, demons of lust, we are allowed to fuck whosoever, these people here have morals!” “Are you saying we don’t have morals?” Clinton said and I rolled my eyes. “Piss off Clinton, you know what I mean” “No I don’t!” “Im not doing this” “Come on, just because they got some strict ass rules dont mean they got morals, I mean their king gave his brothers daughter up for freaking exchange” “That doesn’t spell morals to me” Lou added and I groaned, I was very sure they knew what the hell I meant and just felt taunting me was the best thing to do.

The piece of shit used to sell human beings as if they're objects, men, women, kids of all ages as if they're nothing but the source of someone's amusement. My jaw tightened with bloodlust and anger. I low growled throwing a kick to the punching bag imagining his ugly face taking the hits. Punch after punch I feel my hands starting to hurt. My knuckles started to feel sore from the violent friction. He had a family, a wife and kids but he had no problem selling out children and women for profit, personal gain and power in the underworld. I fucking hated how people were willing to do messed-up shit and turn a blind eye just for dirty fucking money.

Or were they morally reprehensible from the start, and George merely provided them the chance to show it? But then I considered how humankind functions in this environment fraught with uncertainty and unfairness. Mankind is capable of extreme wickedness as well as incredible kindness. The majority of individuals are cruel, egotistical, and arrogant. There are individuals from different walks of life around the globe. If you don't recognize that, you should travel more, read more, and change employment a few times. I'm not exactly cosmopolitan. Such individuals are continually trying to establish their worth, and they do it by demonstrating that others are not. Such folks never feel bad about

Do we become the very thing we sought to escape? The ends justify the means. It was Brian's unofficial credo. The Dubai deal. The Geneva triumph. All of it. And Davidson was his co-conspirator. Was he winning at the game of business, or was the game of business, with its moral compromises and its cult of results, winning him?

Emilia had never mastered the art of strategic communication that came naturally to the rest of their family. "You seemed uncomfortable during dinner." "I was uncomfortable during dinner." She finally looked up from her book, her dark eyes—so much like his own, but warmer—holding the kind of moral concern that Ian found both fascinating and incomprehensible. "Ian, do you ever wonder if what our family does is wrong?" The question was so naive that Ian almost laughed. Morality was a luxury for people who didn't understand how power actually worked in the real world. Right and wrong were relative concepts that shifted based on strategic necessity and competitive advantage.

He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter. "Forbidden? Taboo? Ohhhh shittt. Zeeeee". Fletcher helplessly slumped his head in his arms. "There is something else too, Fletch"? Alex was getting anxious. "He was just asking me if he loves someone that’s not acceptable in the society what he should do. And I didn’t know he was talking about me. And i told him that even though Love has no boundaries still there are things that are taboo. And not acceptable at any cost. And I don’t know how he took it.

, It is difficult for us to back up our statement with an irrefutable evidence because we have none to use. But if we all believe that the organization is made up of bad people, then it will be easy for us to conclude that your husband doubted himself not only because of baseless reasons to drown his self-confidence but because he was afraid of the man he was slowly becoming. Recent studies shows the phase between doing evil and accepting you have done evil. From their discoveries, it is easier for a man to do evil continuously and still feel nothing when he is doing it. But when he realizes he has done evil, it becomes harder for him to do it immediately again. At that point, his brain begi

Hence with this concept and sentiment, the good side of it (the reasonableness way of doing things) had then been overshadowed by the dark cloud. Malice aforethought became the order of the day; anywhere they are found in the world. Initiating an unseen criminality record ever practiced by a black community in the world. Where cerebrations and intentions behind a wrongful act is well simulated without shame. A mens rea (knowledge that the act is illegal) well garnered and sponsored. Backed by high government officials of their country at times.