Good Evil I Reject Them Both Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I don't know, I just know that you are doing the wrong things." When she spoke, her innocence was visible. "Still want to work with me?" He asked. "Yes." She nodded in agreement. "Knowing that I did wrong, you still want to work for me. Why support evil?" He asked briefly. "Goodness is swallowed." She spoke very briefly. The girl's tone was as if she was stuck on her decision. "It is not." "That's how it is. Good people are given muscle; good people are swallowed by evil." She spoke bitterly and bit her lip.

Lucian answers. "Everyone has good in them, no matter how much of a big bastard they are. People aren't completely good or bad, white or black, they are grey. Even the best person has something bad in them. And even a person like you, completely bad, you do have some good in yourself, although you're the darkest shade of grey... But yeah," she looked at him, "being good or bad doesn't matter for people. Because if you're horrible to someone... No matter how good you do for others... You will always remain horrible for them." The words pinched Lucian badly, but he kept his calm.

Vivian replied. Indeed, even if he never hurt her, she would never have liked him. The line between good and evil was always clear to her. Good people were good people. Villains were villains. All claims of involuntary actions or forced actions were simply excuses after one’s choice was made. Regardless of time or place, one’s reasons were no excuse for committing evil deeds. He chuckled gently and mumbled to himself, “That’s right. I’ve forgotten. I’m a villain. A lowlife.”

Sadly, I am sure that Hillary, Nicholas and the other King that I saw with them last night are in perfect shape unlike the Werewolves, who should be. It's strange, very unfairly strange who this world treats those who are good with evil or at least, test them with evilness, while those who are bad just remains bad when they could have been tested with good, and perhaps, just then, they'd remain good and everyone would be a good person. Or well, maybe they were, but they just won't want to be good. I sigh.

Esther suddenly went pale, as though all the blood had drained from her face. “You need to face reality,” Gaara said calmly, almost too calmly. “Don’t be so naïve, thinking this world is spotless. Sometimes the people who look the most virtuous are the ones hiding the darkest pasts or at least, the ones who’ve done wrong before. Good and evil, they exist side by side. One cannot exist without the other. We only call someone ‘good’ because there are ‘bad’ people to compare them with. You can’t separate the two.” Esther’s throat went dry. “Then… what about that senior of ours?” she asked, her voice no louder than a squeak. Deep inside, she was terrified her worst suspicion might be true.

Caris stopped, sending Garret ahead to speak with me privately. "If I could meet everyone who hurt me, I would gouge out their eyes, tear them to shreds, and burn their remains without a second thought. I wouldn't listen to their begs, cries, or tearful explanations. No. They wouldn't hesitate for a second to hurt me. Why should I be different? " She looked me straight in the eye and added. "We have as much good as evil in us. It's not worth wasting time-fighting evil with good because it doesn't work. Give them what they deserve, and don't look back. Because they wouldn't."

said the voice, clearly offering Long Chen assistance. "Help me? You? Are you sure you want to help me? Or do you just want to make my body yours?" Long Chen asked back, mocking the voice. If it was true that the voice belonged to his evil self, then Long Chen certainly could not accept its help. The voice fell silent again, not expecting Long Chen to say something so foolish to it. Since long ago, there had been many people like Long Chen who rejected themselves because they felt that it was not who they were. In fact, even though it was the evil in their hearts, it was still part of their own bodies, so they should not have denied it. Moreover, all living beings had bad traits, no one was

They’re not evil. I’m not evil. I don’t have to despise this new part of me. I don’t have to question what I really am, or who my mother was, or how she could possibly have slept with a Moon Caster to produce me. There’s nothing wrong with being what I am. What I am is fine. There are bad guys out there. But they’re something else entirely. And you’ll never see a sigil carved on my face. I’ll never join the Moon Drinkers.

“There is no such thing as absolute. All have flaws in the eyes of others. Even the gods are flawed.” I looked at him with surprise. “You believe in the gods?” “I am born of one,” he replied. “An evil one, no doubt,” I said without thinking. “No god is truly evil,” he said with surprising patience. “It is how their deeds are perceived that make them good or evil. Nothing more.” “Did being overthrown and banished to this place turn your goodness into evilness in the eyes of the society and the rest of humanity?” I boldly asked. “Is that what turned you into a soul collector?”

"No, not at all. He's the fucken reason behind my miseries now. In fact, I would be in Lugard's arms right now if not for the fact that I have a death angel as my father. I just wish he dies a painful death as each person he killed." "I don't think I have a say in that because one way or the other, we always have two choices. One is to do evil, which is very easy and satisfying. The other is to do good, which is rather difficult but appropriate. I don't know if you get what I mean here actually."