Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

“A reason that just being near you is enough to affect my very nature? That I always seem to go against my better judgment and do something I know in my heart is absolutely the wrong thing to do? Are you truly a siren come to life to bring my body and soul to ruin? Or am I just a man enslaved by his animalistic desires, unworthy to even have such a woman by his side? I ask these rhetorically, of course, but if you actually have an answer, I'd be happy to hear it. Tell me, Ms. Walton. What's wrong with me?" Of all the questions he asked, that was the one that hurt me the most. There was nothing wrong with him. Yes, he was sick, but his actions and desires were completely normal. After all, ha

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.

he spat the word at Kaelan, “not just sick, but illegal in most states. Who do you think the world will condemn more? The powerful man with an unfortunate bastard, or the bastard who seduced her own brother?” This wasn’t a physical threat. It was a moral and legal abyss. He’d maneuvered them into a checkmate of his own. They could expose him, but in doing so, they’d expose themselves to a different kind of ruin, one of scandal, taboo, and legal jeopardy. Kaelan was shaking, a volcano held in check. “You’re a monster.”

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.

It had some poorly translated sub-titles running along the bottom and seemed to be a series of lectures on morality and how the gods would punish sinners in one or more of the Werewolf religion’s four hells. Why they needed four hells had never been made quite clear to Keanna. From what she could figure out, each one specialized in various transgressions, though all of them seemed equally unpleasant. She tried not to question Haggoz too much about it. It pleased him for Keanna to watch the lectures, and that was enough.

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?”

It’s like he’s been possessed by the devil himself. “Answer the question Emily,” thick deep creases line his forehead. “No, no one else,” I say a lot more calmly than I actually feel. He runs his hands over his crimson face, he looks like he wants to kill somebody and I’m beginning to get a little frightened. I know he’s capable of some morally questionable behavior but I’ve never seen it firsthand until now.