Morally Decadent Novels & Stories

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.

Rot, rust, decay, decomposition, corruption. These words mean a lot, in a society where nothing works for the common man, but everything works for the men at the top. A society where the men who make the laws are the first to break them, a society where honesty is so scarce, men tend to rot in their core which in turn leads to the whole society and everything in it rotting, crumbling, decaying, withering, worsening, deteriorating, and descending back to their basic and cruel nature, survival of the fittest. The futile race to get to the top where things work would be so important that they would not mind who gets hurt in the process.

There were many secrets in this world. For this world was populated by the bad more than the good. The normal and moral were framed as abnormally immoral, and the ungodly things were praised as godly. It was strange to be doing the right thing, and what was considered good many years ago – in the days past – was now considered as queer. Shadows were meant to dominate the night, but for some time now, it was the shadows that dominated the day.

There is also a wait list, and it is such a big deal for prospects who manage to get on it. And why not? They've after all heard the tales of Babylon. Beyond the exquisite grandeur of glass and class, the priceless art and pristine furniture, the plush Persian rugs and over-priced drinks, Babylon is crawling with utter depravity, decadence like you have never seen, alive with the smell of drugs and sex. Super-exclusive, super-decadent.

“My bad. This one’s still too strong to die by ingestion as well.” As he returned to the table to pick another syringe to play with, Nessa hissed, “You’re despicable!” Alissa’s claw went right through Nessa’s ear, making Nessa scream before she retracted her claw to let the blood ooze from the area. Greg scoffed his signature dark scoff. “Do you even know what that word means?” He picked another syringe, looking at it through the ceiling lights before setting it down and moving on to the next syringe as he said, “It means ‘morally reprehensible’. I doubt any of us in this room have the right to use that word against each other seeing that none of us are saints. Let’s get real here - being wh

“Dear Charles, your words are true. Those nude women are notorious rough group. They are strippers and could do any unpleasant thing to get money. I had never been a stripper. I was born in an oriental family with sagacity, when the rigidness was peculiar among the modern women, when infidelity was a rare phenomenon. When womanhood was respected, and amoral love had not been common, when husbands kept their vows and when women took great care of their erred and roaming daughters. The frequent of moral decay among men and women of this modern age has driven them to the point of insanity. It has caused most of the heartaches in the world and has also led to many broken wedlock.”

"I'm quite accustomed to it. He is cruel to me all the time." "Really?" "Yes. He finds the ultimate pleasure in abusing me." "He abused you?!" "At every turn." Been living in a fast lane since his early adulthood, there was only a few which could surprise him, but what Blackthorne just heard stunned him. He knew that the duke was a cold, arrogant prick, but he never expected him to be a vile pervert. Looking at the sweet, innocent-looking woman next to him, he imagined the shame and the pain she endured at the hands of her master. Blackthorne was definitely not a moral man, and he might have broken hearts of too many women in his amorous adventures, but he never derived sick, disgusting plea

"Wealthy people are weird. They use other people's weakness to fulfill their selfish desires." "Well, it's not our fault that you badly need money and you're willing to do even the most awful things to have it." "It's because we have no other choice. If only we have a choice, why would we even want to give up our morale and dignity to some stranger? It's not that we're willing to do everything, it's just that we just think there is no hope anymore. And when you're in that situation, you really won't be able to think about yourself anymore."

She'd died while trying to get out the sticky situation I had put her in. Yes, I had lost millions of dollars, thereby throwing a cloak of shame on my father's legacy. Yes, I was a pervert who agreed to take a man's daughter should he fail to pay me back and it was all because I wanted a sex slave. I was deranged. I was damaged beyond redemption. This last part made me cringe. The extent of my depravity sneered at me. I couldn't believe this was what I had become. Something worse than the devil.

He sweared at her while slapping her again and again. Malek felt stinging pain in both her cheeks and her head started spinning on the impact again and again. She prayed for her death then and there but desperate wishes don't usually come true. Her body lost all the energy as she fell on the ground. John continuously kicked her stomach. Her eyes started closing and the last thing she saw was the door opening and a man coming in with a gun. "Why is death not coming for me?" Was the last thing Malek whispered as she fell into the abyss of darkness? Maybe this feeling of darkness was what she craved for. Her lips smiled as her senses were completely lost.