Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

I knew it wasn’t germs. A couple of the times he’d gone down on me, the man had ventured lower, to a hole I’d never let another touch before, and I doubted he’d just gotten lost but somehow, I knew, if I wasn’t careful with my questions, they would blow up in my face. I ran my hands up his chest. “What is the Moretti business really based on not the nonsense you told me before?” “i thought we agreed on you minding your own business for now.”

Why not them? “Because we do not love like normal wolves. Moral wolves make decisions that could be good or bad depending on how you look at it. They follow their heart and sometimes they makes mistakes or they do controversial things and end up wondering if it’s right or wrong. They make decisions to save other and they wonder if it’s just to save themselves. They sometimes have no choice but to ignore what others want just so they can live for themselves for a change. But in another way, it might seem selfish, evil, self oriented, even sickening.”

Danielle puts a hand on her hip and stares at Owen. “It’s not a dirty joke,” he deadpans. “Two guys walk into the bar, both with the intent to rob the place at gunpoint. The first guy doesn’t go through with it, even though he walked in the doors with the intention of doing it. The second guy does rob the place.” “Okay…what’s the moral question?” “Who’s worse? Or are they both as bad since they both intended on doing the same thing?”

Willa called. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Zeke demanded. We shrugged. "It's what happens when you're raised by a deranged, paranoid mother." Willa explained. "Yeah. Your morality gets kind of....skewed" I added. "Of course, we have our own code." she continued. "Oh, and what's that?" our 'dad' demanded. "Maim not murder." she started. "Chaos not cash" I finished as I threw down a smoke bomb.

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

Perhaps it took a bloodthirsty creature to appreciate another bloodthirsty creature. His hand, rough and warm, reached to cup her cheek when he questioned in a wary baritone, “Are you sure about that, Sush? Are you sure that’s what you want?” She knew this was coming. The doubts, the sheer lack of morality in the whole thing, the fact that she wouldn’t be the better person if she trailed down this route.

Chris actually accused her of keeping backups, a serious attack on her character and morality. This was a grave matter. One must conduct themselves upright, with morality being the most basic. If one lacked even the most fundamental morality, they did not deserve to be human. "Was that a joke? If the other party doesn't find it funny at all, then it's not a joke. A joke is something both parties find interesting and amusing. Do you think saying I have a morally corrupt character, keeping backups, is something funny? Should I laugh at that?" Paige angrily accused Chris with red eyes.

"No wonder he hemmed and hawed just now and didn't want to give me his account. It turns out..." He narrowed his eyes. For a moment, he was no longer as anxious as he was just now, and he was no longer eager to get the answer. Instead, he began to look at the questions that Samuel had asked leisurely. "Alas!" James rubbed his chin and seemed to be in a dilemma, "Peeking at other people's things... seems to be a bit immoral, right?" Although he said so, he did not look away from the computer screen.

she demanded the second the link established. I balanced on the edge of the mattress, trying to gauge how much data I was willing to expose across an open frequency. The midnight deadline was bleeding away, and I lacked the energy to narrate the psychological carnage that had just unfolded with Declan. "The calculation is actively running through my head. Is the morality completely toxic?" It felt thoroughly toxic. "Two diagnostic parameters—would your animal target him if there wasn't a global contract anchoring the exchange?" "If my alliance with Declan didn't exist?"

“You didn’t hesitate because you’re a bad person or your magic is making you do bad things. You didn’t hesitate because you followed your instincts like a werewolf.” “Yeah? And what were my instincts saying?” “I’m no expert, but I’m willing to risk a guess. They were telling you the deabru would keep killing after they killed us, but their deaths could save me. Look, Little Mason, what is worse? Doing something with a doubtful morality to save lives, and perhaps the world, or having the power to stop true evil and doing nothing so you don’t get your hands dirty.” “That’s a little oversimplification, don’t you think?”