Morally Decadent Novels & Stories

“Things are so hard right now, and I—” “Shut up, Elena. Just shut your mouth,” Michael barked, cutting me off with absolute disgust. “You think you can just disappear, break my heart, and then call me whenever you feel like it? You’re nothing but a gold-digging slut. A whore who sold herself to the highest bidder.” The words hit me so bad, tearing right through the remaining pieces of my shattered dignity. “Michael, no, it wasn’t like that—” I choked out.

Their dresses were nothing less than whores’ outfits, anyone could see their skin through those thin layers of clothes. A chill ran down my thinking. One day anyone could force me to wear such dresses too. I knew this place had nothing to do with values and morals, it was nothing sister Mary taught me all my life. Instead, this place had everything she always warned me about. This place was an open invitation to fulfil the forbidden needs of lusty men. This scared me more. Suddenly, the thought of them turning me into someone like these girls froze my blood. I could never be the wrong woman. That’s the least I ever wanted to become.

I said with a poker face. “Seven years? And you did not do it? My goodness, Yen, is he really a man?” I looked away for a while. I couldn’t hold the gaze that made my heart jump out of my ribs. “We both grew up believing that sex should only be for couples within the bond of marriage. And doing it is a sin as what the Bible says.” “We are already in the new era where the millennials are doing it.” “I know, but it doesn’t exempt them from calling it a sin. If only young people follow that rule, there shouldn’t have been unnecessary miseries for having unwanted children and all the emotional struggles that come with it.”

Because you are a part of this world and are also unjust to others. As a result, we are all left wondering about humanity. And it's just become worse now that there's a zombie epidemic. It triggered people's greed, selfishness, and possession of all seven sorts of sins. Rotten captures the public imagination mostly because many of us are curmudgeonly at heart, dreading and sometimes even loathing the bulk of mankind but possessing too much compassion to justify killing individuals and crowds.

Then, no matter how frustrated she felt, all her frustrations would melt away. However, when she stared at the sea right now, she just felt depressed and horrible. When she shut her eyes, all she saw was Aster going into a room with Myra. She always knew that he was promiscuous, but she did not know that he was this promiscuous! For the sake of power and wealth, he sold his body off like a gigolo and had s*x with those rich ladies so that they could stave off their boredom, even though he had everything he could possibly want! He cast aside all his moral limits for his greed!

I could almost smell the expensive cologne Sterling wore, the scent of aged leather and old money that clung to him like a second skin. I stared at the card, the weight of it heavier than it should’ve been. The Elysium Club. Whispers followed it – a place where fortunes were made and broken, where desires were catered to, no matter how dark. A playground for the elite, fuelled by secrets and desperation. Is this really who I’m becoming? The thought burned like acid. Someone who would trade their soul to save themselves, to save their friends? My lips parted in a bitter laugh, but no sound came. I was already halfway there, wasn't I? My debt to Dominus had already chipped away at my moral com

But if the man who owns this building is friends with Nikolai I can only imagine what goes on behind those closed doors. I wasn’t entirely shocked the minute we walked in and I noticed the naked people that moved around, skin decorated with any type of drugs one would imagine. Just like the auction, this was another clear example of what happens when you give so much power to a certain class. “Take off your clothes,” Nikolai said, giving his coat to the girl who hadn’t stopped staring at him with doe eyes. Run girl, run. This isn’t the Dracula they romanticise on television. He will ruin you.

We're sexual beings, and it's time for people to realize they can't turn off the part of the body that needs sex, or else they will wither before they come off age. Nelly is a sweet little girl, naïve about her dark desires and cravings. She has it in her to unlock the key to her full desires, but her morals seem to get in the way. Who is she scared of judging her? Society? Who also isn't a saint? Every fucker breathing is committing one sexual sin or another, but they come in public displaying an all-saint and meek personality when behind the scenes they're worse than a succubus. When I asked Nelly if she would enter my world, I wished badly she would say yes; she would complete me by being

A girl he went to school with had done something he had always considered his worst flaw. Sarah had some awareness of him and Ella and didn't denounce it. He had a different feeling and didn't care as much about the words used to describe what was going on. Incest was the only word to describe what was happening to him and Ella. But he still didn't have words to describe that of Sarah's. He forgot about bestiality. It resembled a tree that falls in the forest, as long as it doesn't hit someone, who cares. They wouldn't be hurt if nobody found out.