Morally Decadent 소설 & 이야기

Gage, the notorious, lecherous second son of the noble Slater Pack, was an absolute piece of garbage. Ugly, incompetent, and dripping with foul fluids, his weak status relied entirely on his genetic connection as the blood uncle of the famous pack starlet, Sade Wintermere. His house used her sweet body to tie themselves to the influential Blackmoor family line, allowing his bald head to throw its fake weight around inside Myhill CrestHALL. He was highly known for pressuring beautiful omega females into unsavory, forced mating encounters inside the dark dens, and if their bodies resisted his cock, his claws would resort to vile, violent tactics to coerce their skin. He hadn't done a single go

The Machinery of Moral Panic Hollywood, for all its glamour, remains addicted to moral arithmetic. It trades on the fantasy that those who rise must do so either through purity or cunning, and when purity becomes unbelievable, cunning becomes unforgivable. Devarcaux had long danced on that edge — ambitious enough to be admired, self-possessed enough to be envied. The public’s fascination with her downfall is not about truth but about equilibrium. The higher a woman ascends through the illusion of control, the more the audience subconsciously demands her correction. We crave narrative symmetry: beauty must fracture, grace must stumble, divinity must reveal its cracks.

“Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily." _ Napoleon Bonaparte. MELODY POV I was far from perfect. matter of fact, I perfected in imperfections. My whole life revolved around all the wickedness and unwavering vileness of this world. I always found ways to go against the laws of humanity. I broke the law of gods and men like I broke necks. I did all the bad things in the world, to the point where I believed the devil hated me.

Scumbags have endless tricks and methods; there’s nothing they won’t do, only things you can’t imagine. “She seduced me—but I know it was also because I lacked self-control! In that situation, I should have turned and left, but Rite… Wife, I don’t deny that men have desires. Rite is really good at it. She must have had many boyfriends and grew up living abroad, so she’s particularly good at flirting with men… I was blinded by lust and crossed the line of morality. I admit that I couldn’t control my desires, it was my fault, I deserve to die.”

What mattered the most was saving his *ss! Skye’s straightforward kneel made Zayn quite speechless. What a spineless urchin… He had not even done anything to him yet. After Skye had kneeled down, the other rich snobs surrendered in a flash as well. They were exactly like Skye—they had suddenly struck some decent wealth—in the sense that money came easy to them, so their sense of morality was swayed very as easily. They treasured their wealth the most. If bankruptcy was required of them, they would rather die! When Skye kneeled down, they followed instantly.

Willard cursed “Candy...PLEASE stop making a spectacle of yourself” We moved off from the lights and I offered Willard my other hand to suck clean. He was shaking as he tried to restrain himself “You really are the daughter of the devil!! Have you no shame?” I laughed “Well Daddy Dear I was created in a test tube and they must have forgot to add things like shame, morals and a conscience” Greed and sexual perversity was found in dominant quantities in my genetic makeup. I admired my perfect beauty in the mirror “Well they did add outstanding beauty to my mix. Am I the most beautiful girl in the entire world, daddy?”

I asked. My precious mate had only been eleven years old when her childhood and innocence was ripped from her. I could not even begin to imagine what that type of thing would do to someone, let alone a pup. Who could be so vile and monstrous that they would do it? The answer would be only someone who was truly fucked up in the mind and soul. That was who. Someone whose humanity and morality were so twisted up and gnarled that they lost themselves long ago. They were not lost souls though. There was not a single thing that was redeemable about them. They could not be saved. There was only one fate for them, and that was death.

"But it was an ugly business which had little to do with virtue. I determined that anything was better than the battlefield. Money exchanged hands for many sordid purposes. I bought and sold secrets and thus became very powerful in my own right. I had access to the church's money and used it at will for my own purposes. Where many young men were maimed by battle, I was whole and strong. There was no lack of female attention. While the High Commanders battled, I pleasured their wives and daughters. And I indulged my every whim and desire with the wealthy as well as the poor, who were so strained by war that they often offered to sell me anything they possessed for a single coin." His eyes did

What made a guy like Matthew, who used to be ride-or-die loyal, just toss his morals? Only answer I could come up with? Novelty. Ten years deep, and all we talked about were groceries and utility bills. Vivian, though? She was chaos in a pretty dress—bright, loud, unpredictable. And just like that, he was hooked. It turned into a full-blown addiction. No guilt. No hesitation. Just shameless kisses and discount passion. It turned into an addiction, one strong enough to erase any guilt. No guilt. No shame. Just easy kisses and cheap thrills.

Peter, Maybe when this letter reach you I was no longer here in Europe, my flight was tonight. I'm sorry that I will be doing these, you know me since the time that you court me. I'm sorry, for using you for my personal gained and you where just so dumb to notice it. I am ambitious man and I was not satisfied for what's happening to me, to us. You know that this was coming. I'm sorry. -Michael P.S. I take the money, I need it for a new start. Goodbye.