Morally Decadent Novels & Stories

Kenneth angrily retorted. Zachary grabbed a chair and sat down. Leaning back in the chair, he looked at everyone with disdain. "Then let's wait for the police to arrive." This group of people were clearly habitual offenders. When rotten individuals mingled with each other, they would only become more corrupt. Their audaciousness would increase, and their moral boundaries would vanish. In fact, this was often the case in affluent social circles.

"Scream, cry, beg. The more you try to resist, the more tempting you become." **** Aeval lost everything to destiny. Her horrific past still haunts her even after years. A mistake made in intoxication now has make her nights sleepless and days restless. At the young age of 22, she is struggling to find her broken pieces in streets of New York even if it meant stealing to pass the night without empty stomach. Her life turned upside down when one night she broke one of her rules and slept with the most deadliest man she can ever encounter, unintentionally.

Yurich A child without love, a man without morals, and a life based on carnage is in this diabolical friend in which I am always being shaped, when something good or beautiful appears I have a perverse taste in touching. Unlike Midas does not become gleaming like gold but distorts into ashes heaped at my feet, destroying any goodness is easy, breaking beauty is as natural as dawn. Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it?

Laws don't usually apply to people like us, while those who belong to high society, their word is enough. So it's no sin to delight in the old age and withering away of petty men who in their youth, by daylight, would kick women like us like a freckled dog, and at night, rub themselves on our bed shamelessly and with the most scandalous fetishes that shall not be commented on.

However, at this point my thoughts were only running wild, resulting to an uneasy feeling settling at the pit of my stomach. I suddenly began reflecting on my life. Being a rich bachelor has so many pitfalls, but the most aggravating one of all is that I was constantly a victim of gluttonous people. The fake endearment that I had constantly fallen into has only forced me to create an invaluable vision of trust. In consequence, trust has become a foreign word to me. At some point owning millions became an unbearable burden. A cruel reminder that despite having it all. I had nothing, but regardless of the torment, I couldn’t imagine myself leaving under critical conditions.

I already do not see him as an uncle or any affiliation in that sense and I doubt he is interested in having a relationship even slightly close to platonic with me. It does not help that I am in the most enlightened state and the most aware I have ever been of my desires. It does not help that I am experiencing my sexual awakening and I crave a sexual connection more than anything else. Recently I have been experiencing the urge to qualify myself as depraved, I feel like I have long surpassed immoral and no longer have any moral strictures keeping in me in line. As long as in the end I get what I want, desire graspingly and extinguish this fire ravaging me from within, then I am happy and pr

I recoiled in horror at the sight, my mind struggling to comprehend the depths of depravity to which humanity had sunk. Camilla watched me with a twisted smile, reveling in my shock and disbelief. "Impressive, isn't it?" she said, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "This is the true face of Renaissance, Damien - a world where morality is a luxury we cannot afford, where the ends always justify the means."

Snarling in irritation, I walked ahead of the fallen alpha with firm steps. “To Sophie, I hope our bath compensates for everything I'm going through here!” I muttered to myself, annoyed. The environment smelled of food, and piles of wealth were scattered everywhere. Condemned souls vomited coins while food dripped from their eye sockets, creating a disgusting scene. “Hunf, a sin I don't understand,” I grumbled, catching the attention of the black wolf. “Gluttony goes beyond food. Many souls here are trapped by gluttony, by the thirst for money, power, and dominance. They never felt satisfied!” He explained, looking over his shoulders at me. “I'm surprised you're not affected here.”

That night, I decided to sleep in a separate room, not that anything was really wrong, but I just wanted to be away from him so I could think clearly, lord knows what staying close to him could cause. One touch from him and I'm bending all my morals, along with my back, for him; I did want that, but not at the moment. Sleeping was hard, I kept thinking of how he hesitated before answering me. You see, the mind is the strongest and well as the most dangerous weapon we have as humans; your mind could feed you lies and give you reasons to accept it, and you do without thinking twice.

Sexual Immorality was written in bold letters and Jewel was a little familair with it. "Sexual Immorality. Why is the church so silent when it comes to this matter?" The Pastor looked around until his eyes found Jewel again. She didn't know if the man smiled at her or grinned. "Silent because people are too conservative, frowning every time they talk about it? Don't you know that many people fall into sexual sin because the church doesn't warn and reprimand people about it?" "Immorality. According to the dictionary, being evil, wrong, unethical, unclean. So if the word sexual is put to immorality, it means wrong and unclean sexual acts.