Morally Decadent Novels & Stories

I have stolen a close friend's husband whom trusted me for years, stolen an innocent man's properties to which resulted for him to commit suicide, forged number of cheques and made an ordinary salary man pay for my crimes with lifetime imprisonment, fatally ruined an innocent woman's reputation after she woke up in another man's bed on the very day of her wedding, and secretly stolen a noble family's child and faked her death and all because inflicting pain and suffering brought me unimaginable satisfaction. The truth flowed freely, drowning me into its volume until my chest grew tight and I couldn't breath. Wicked. Immoral. Corrupt. Sinful. Despicable. Villainous. Hateful. Those vile words

These were men so far beneath their daughter's station that even a passing glance in their direction would be enough to provoke a disgusted sneer. It wasn't a matter of low status or humble origins—it was their disgraceful behavior. Some had long ago fathered illegitimate children from concubines, while others spent their days drowning in gambling halls, addicted to the thrill of the dice and cards, regardless of how deeply they sank into debt. Some were regulars at brothels, and others kept secret mistresses on the side.

You will die harder than the rat. I can't blame Mommy and the others for doing bad things because of poverty and getting used to the life that made them live a luxurious life. Sometimes it's better to have a lot of money. You can do everything you want. You can keep up with the trend. But also a traitor, because of money you can do evil and you are willing to kill for it. Kill and take life because you are fighting something, eventually you will regret it too. She emptied the glass and refilled it, but Marcus took it because she was drunk to much. "Hey! Give me that! I still want to drink.." She said, but it didn't give him. She was already intoxicated.

“I won’t be coming to New York anytime soon after Nana’s concert tomorrow. The city looks grand on the outside, but it hides so much darkness inside. I don’t know how many dirty deeds are hidden behind the glory of Wall Street. Unfortunately, I don't have a good impression of this place.” Janus snickered before saying in a gloomy tone, “It’s hard to find a second place like New York. This place breeds so much evil, both in the glamorous Wall Street and the filthy slums. The bad guys are everywhere.” “The evils in the slums are straightforward. It’s just violence, shootings, poisoning, and human trafficking. The evils of Wall Street are far more formidable. Those successful men sitting on the

I replied with a smile while she stared at me in confussion. They say London is a shit hole, a slum condemned to eternal damnation. This is the place where moral decadence is celebrated. A place filled with bars, brothels and robberies. A place where formal education is disregarded. A place where single mothers occupy the most space and babies give birth to babies. Layo will always tell me "Fetty we are the saints here. " and this statement I have come to embrace. I believe there are other saints dwelling in London. I know there are people with purpose. I believe there are others like me, struggling, evolving and coming out of the shadows, seeking for a better life for themselves and thier f

At first I had thought her getting married to one of her rich suitors was the end of everything but it had really taught me about this saying of life that all that glitters was not gold I tried processing the voices, hoping I could hear the sound of my Boss coming down the path where I was but as time went by and I took a glance at my watch, I was starting to think this was one of those nights I would have to go home without pay. I licked my teeth in regret and was about cussing when I heard his normal catch phrase "fuck you bitch." Passed his lips, the word resounded in my mind. My throat tightened as I adjusted my bag till it was properly sitting on my shoulder. While my mind drifted in th

He had believed that wealth and power would bring him happiness, but little did he know that his pursuit would consume him and eventually lead him here, to this prison cell. Matteo’s path to this point had been filled with misguided decisions, unethical actions, and a gradual detachment from his values. He had been blinded by greed, stepping over boundaries that he never thought he would cross. Each step away from his true self pushed him further down a treacherous path, one that ultimately led to his downfall. In his relentless pursuit of material gain, he had lost sight of what truly mattered: love, relationships, and integrity.

Alpha Lachlan tightly clutches Maridelle's body fearing the sight brings more danger than how it looks. Hilwood does not look like how it presents itself before their eyes. This place used to be the cradle of fine attitude and behavior; establishment neat and prim; residents always wearing descent apparels together with their refined manner, but the moment of truth says exactly the opposite of how they used to know the place. Hilwood had completely ruined the perfect image it had built for decades. The walls of the establishments are vandalized; the smell of cigarettes wafts towards their noses; men and women making out under the scant light of the streetlights; deviance of almost all sort i

There’s a moment of apprehension in his eyes when he takes in my appearance, but his pernicious nature makes fear an afterthought. “Can I fucking help you with something?” he asks, blowing a stream of smoke in my direction. I say nothing. I merely stand there, observing this malodorous human being with burning curiosity, confounded by the fact such a thing exists. Here stands a man whose life holds little to no value, his time occupied with terrorising innocent people through a fabricated veil of nobility. But I can see into his mind as clear as daylight. There’s nothing noble or humane about him. He doesn’t preach righteousness because he is righteous, he preaches it because he thrives on t

In the heaviness that settled on him when old history brushed too close to the present. Red Maw had done that tonight. My jaw tightened at the thought of them. Their name always brought with it a particular kind of disgust, not the hot, clean kind you feel for an enemy you can strike directly, but something fouler. Red Maw were not disciplined enough to be honourable and not chaotic enough to be harmless. They moved where weakness gathered. Drugs, debt, dirt, lone wolves with no spine and too much appetite, all of it seemed to cling to them. Groups like that did not merely make trouble. They spoiled things. Ground, bodies, loyalties, everything they touched seemed to come away fouled.