Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

He asked so innocently with a confused look. He looked adorable “You knew he was killing all those helpless women and did nothing about it!?” I went to him and poked him on the chest with my finger “That is accessory to murder right there, you equally killed them!” I challenged him “I didn’t kill anyone!” He said and I gave him a suspicious look “Okay maybe I have but definitely not those women” “You could have stopped it!” “There is just no pleasing you is there!?” He seemed disappointed I knew I should thank him and maybe one day I will but right now I needed him to know that his morality is very flawed, if he would only stop a murder if it directly affects him or improve his income then h

Daniel still suspects that Quirino and Morana haven't done anything for the past 4 years, because the rumors circulating don't match Morana's personality in his eyes. "One hundred percent no." Quirino insisted. “But the story I heard about that woman…” Daniel had not had the chance to say what was on his mind when Quirino cut him off. “Morana.” The name flowed softly from Quirino's lips. "Not 'that woman', but Morana." "... involved in promiscuity and has a bad track record." Daniel ignored Quirino's words and ended his statement. He thought it didn't matter what her name was, Morana wasn't an important part of his life and would never be a part of his life.

Moro says, speaking up for the second time since he came into my office. It takes a special kind of monster like Guilang to mess with women and children. It's not enough he's raping his underage step daughter, he traffics women and children as well. Sometimes, I think shit can't get more twisted than what I see everyday, but then something new comes along and tops what I already know. "That's not all." Moro speaks for the third time. "I think you better turn the page." I close my eyes, willing the file in my hand to disappear but when I open them once again, it's still there. It can't get worse than what I've already read, can it? My hands tremble, knowing fully well I'm only trying to convi

I gulped heavily. I wasn't expecting her answer to be so sharp. It cut through me like a hot knife through the rubber. "So, he kills and stuff like that, huh?" "Of course, a guy like him would kill. Ever seen a thief that has high moral holdings?" My dad used to say that just like good things are related, bad things are found closely stuck together. On the general moral bar with which bad acts were judged, I suppose stealing and killing were sitting pretty much close to each other.

“Because you're incompetent. Insubordinate. You claim it’s ‘the enemy' assaulting your men and stalking you in the middle of the night but tell me this, have you ever seen them? Ever caught them in the act?” Morales’ eyes widened. He was taken aback by the question. Sure it was true he had never actually seen who or what kept disturbing them out in the darkness of the mountains, but he simply could not understand what more he needed to say to convince Wilson and everyone else that something needed to be done immediately. “How can you still be so ignorant?” he said, frustrated. “Why can't you face the facts!?”

“Do people still do that ?“ my eyes lift, and his cocking brow, quite confirms it. That's quite out of it. I know the world is scary, but to go that far, I thought that was far gone not until now. “So what have you got up ?“ He softly asks, having me lift my face. I let the silence linger for a moment. My eyes fixed at his brown-golden ones, I let it sieve in, while my brain properly drew on my words. “It's just… I can't be the one paying them. I say that out loud “it's just against my morals and pretty much against my faith” I tell him, watching him softly nod in agreement, while he sips from his cup.

"Because make no mistake, that’s where that path leads. Is that the legacy we want for Lila? Parents who deal in extortion and murder?" The question struck like a physical blow, stealing my breath. The image of Riggs broken on the garage floor flashed before me. The memory of Damien’s cold, precise promises. The terrifying potential. Was that who we were? Who were we willing to become? The moral abyss yawned before us, dark and deep. Before I could find an answer, before Damien could press his point, a small, choked sound came from the doorway to the den. We both whirled around.

But Vance was ready. "Outcomes are important," she sighed. "But so is character. The American people need to be able to trust that the men making our energy future have. moral clarity." She let the words hang. "And these files are circulating about your relationship with Mr. Brian. Well, those raise questions about where precisely your allegiances actually are. With the shareholders? Or are they with something. else?" The inference was direct, ugly, and directly aimed. She was questioning his right to rule on moral grounds, a charge that was almost impossible to refute.

"Oh my God—he had someone hit Yvette's sister with a car just so Yvette could take first place?" "This isn't cheating anymore. This is attempted murder! Do rich people really think they can treat lives like they're worthless?" "The SAT is supposed to be fair. For regular kids, it's their only shot at changing their future! The Swintons have money and power, so they think they can turn someone's life into a stepping stone for a fake genius?" "You didn't just ruin Jovie's future. You destroyed the fairness every student in this state deserved!" One furious guest hurled his wineglass at Yvette.

he said, and both Marcus and Mason were speechless. "What is more important to you?" I asked him because I wasn't going to play fair. "Your life and your wife's life or your bother's life? I asked, and Marcus looked at me. "You wouldn't dare," Isaac said, confused, "You are supposed to be the good guys," he said, and I laughed. "If there is anything I have learned it's that good does not win, and sometimes breaking the rules and cheating is necessary to excel, especially when you are dealing with people that have no values and morals," I said, and his eyes widened.