Morally Decadent Novels & Stories

“I’ve never quite met someone like him. He’s as uncivilized as they come and that’s not a bad thing, not at all. Not if you know what I’m trying to get at. I like someone who isn’t afraid to get their hands dirty and this is a trait especially important in men. Back in my day, I was a beast, honey. I wasn’t afraid of seeing blood. I still am not. Hector is like that. He’s vicious. I think he would be an excellent successor. You need to have something immoral about you to make a shit ton of money. And he’s immoral alright, and he does what he does unflinchingly.” After this, he cackles. The more he talks, the quicker I realize how stupid I’ve truly been. At nineteen, there’s no way I would’ve

“That’s why power is dangerous to begin with. The moment shit happens, it’s really tempting to use it.” “Would it be wrong?” I asked. “In the end we are nothing but men. It’s not up to us to decide what is wrong and what is right. We can only guess,” he said. “Sometimes we get it right, sometimes we get it wrong. I’m not even sure we’ll ever know. Every time period seems to have a different definition. Different cultures, different places, it’s always different. That’s the thing with morals, we can only clumsily attempt to get it, but it’s only when we truly fail that we realise the fuckup.”

I kept my face blank, leaving it up to him to figure out if I found his concern offensive or not. It was disrespect to the codes I live by for him to question my morality like that, and he knew it. The mafia world was so dark and bloody that those moral codes were the only thing that made us slightly human. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You’re obsessed with the drugs.”

It was hard to see such a fearful and well-respected wolf reduced to such a state and in a situation where she had to beg for her life from a slimy fucker such as Corbin. “I know you didn’t, darling. But I'm afraid that I need a scapegoat. Someone must do this one little thing for me, but it can’t be just anyone. No, it needs to be someone of a well-respected position, but not too high up the food chain. Not yet anyway, that is for another time.” Corbin’s creepy smile and the way that he just so casually discussed doing something heinous to another wolf was vile. “Please.” Marthe weakly begged in a last ditch-attempt to save herself from Corbin’s disgustingly decided fate. But there was no p

Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation.

Now* “Terry was the perfect storm, attractive, damaged, kind, mysterious, ruthless, strong, yet vulnerable. He was everything I should have stayed away from, but the second that I met him I was hooked, it was like he was a drug and I was addicted. The truth is, he had given his heart away to someone a long time before he met me, and he had never gotten it back.” “Mom, I don’t understand… you aren’t making much sense.”

She was a little disappointed, but soon the mood returned to a stable state, because from the beginning she had already known, living in the upper class full of intrigues and calculations, this background is what determines the success and failure of each people. Adela turned around, there was a glint of cruelty in her jet-black eyes, perhaps at this very moment, the little bit of kindness left in her had completely disappeared. All that is left is extravagance, arrogance, and cruelty. She has gradually become the person she hates the most in the world. … Scarlet opened her eyes, warm sunlight came from outside the window, the horizon appeared a bright red, the reflection in Scarlet's transp

Just like psychopathy is a spectrum, morality is also a spectrum. Ahn Hana has never been moral. Her father had always taught her to see all sides of the facts. The definition of morality changed with the era. What might be a crime in the 16th century isn’t a crime in the 21st century. Humans always change the meaning of morals according to what is beneficial to them. It’s not that she can’t embrace Hong Dae Yi’s darkness. However, there are some things that shouldn’t be touched. Her parents. Bo Ji Won. Jung Kwang Soo. Her daughter.

And the twisted voyeurism of enjoying the imagination of his refined wife being stripped bare by the insidious gaze of a strange man—he was utterly addicted to it. Even as he sat upright alone in the Outer Quarters solemnly reading Confucian scriptures. Whenever those lewd imaginations flashed through his mind, he would snicker like a madman. Beneath the folds of his stiff robe, his lower half repeatedly surged upward at all hours, imagining his wife's ruin. The hollow prestige of being the eldest grandson of a distinguished lineage had been shoved into the gutter. In its place remained only an old, diseased hound, panting in the imagination of violating taboo.

The rigorous thuds of metal crashed against each other as they locked the cell, the earsplitting disharmonious sound announcing in every inch of my body that it would be the last symphony I would be relishing, the torturing ensemble sending me to my death. ‘What an outright hypocrisy. Their houses were void of beauty and advancement but they had a foundationally sturdy cellar. ‘ I don’t have any time to enjoy life anyway. What’s the point of being a nice, modest, mannerly, moral woman if I am going to die tomorrow already? Let me just adore this ugly den of rascal ferocious animals.