Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

He thought he was the one, standing high and mighty, with his dark magic charged blood red halo around him, looking down at Nick, thinking he had got control over everything. Mario just stared, keeping a blank and straight face letting no emotions show. Well, do demons have emotions? We would all vote for a no, right? "Are you noticing the irony, yet, Dr. Mario Mc'Vida, the so called Duke of hell?" Nick said in a bored tone, rolling his eyes. "Let's call for a truce, Nicholas," Mario said, in a serious tone, ignoring Nick's question, "You give me the pearl, and I shall stop tormenting you forever."

“That said, did you find anything on how to use the pen?” “You have a knack for mood swings ad nauseam these days, Mellow,” Zachili says out of point. I didn’t expect that. “A few hours ago, you convinced me Saltusa’s death would not worth anything, but went ahead to try and kill her anyway. Some minutes past, you condemned me for murder, and wanted Shadow Legends harshly trialed, but now you want to commit same murder, using the very same organization. You need to chose where your morals lie, Mellow. Try to pick what exactly you want.”

He wasn’t a general; he was the leader of a pack of hyenas who, under his own flag, had dirtied their hands with methods he despised. The moral dilemma struck him like a physical blow. For years, Caio had built the Moretti legacy on the idea of extreme efficiency, but always within a code of honor that separated power from marginality. Now he saw that his name was stamped on receipts of bribery and forgery. He had desperately sought Helena’s integrity because, deep down, he knew his own was slipping away. By trying to subjugate her through a fidelity contract, he was projecting his own need to be restrained by laws, since his sense of boundaries had failed miserably. “If this reaches the Pub

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.”

I had been expecting this question and had prepared to be completely honest about my own complicated history. "My family's business empire includes relationships with people who operate in gray areas of international business. Not criminal, but ethically questionable." "What kind of gray areas?" "Political influence operations, regulatory manipulation, competitive intelligence gathering. Things that are technically legal but morally questionable." I explained how my business success had sometimes required making deals with people whose methods I didn't entirely approve of. "I've never participated in criminal activity, but I've definitely benefited from information and opportunities that cam

I said, "Sure. I guess." I trusted him but the look he had on his face at that moment made him untrustworthy. It was a sinister dark look you only see on the face of super villains or mad scientists right when they were up to no good. Will whispered. "Have you thought about getting paid for sex? It makes sense since your dick is on demand." "Are you crazy?" I felt like strangling him but I remembered his Uncle was supposed to be a gangster or something. "That's messed up."

I'm going to. - Oh no! No, Rose. You're not seriously buying it? These rich people are pigs, not saints... - What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean by that? - That they will fuck you in groups or alone... In pairs or in fours... They will pay you for it. The dirtier the offer, the more you will get paid... - What? This is not what I wanted... Rose felt her tears fall. Just thinking about it made her feel sick. Maybe she needed the money, but she would never do that... It was the horror...

Moreau didn't feel quite right about it, though. It was just something, she was feeling: confused, doubtful, even wavering towards a choice. And all of that was not far from Abihirt's offer of becoming a mistress, even the confidence in her stepfather's eyes was a bit demanding for Moreau not to have a grip on her own morality, would the current firmness work out? It seems almost impossible. Moreau was afraid that she would fall, fall, but there was no denying that the photo on Abihirt's phone was the biggest probem. An absolute threat and the man could do anything just by revealing half a lie to Barbara.

She knew I had moral integrity and that is why she could trust me, but as it turned out, my ethics made me not jump at her offer of jumping her. I slunk away with so many mixed emotions. My hormones were onboard with the whole plan, but my moral compass was spinning and did not know which way was north. My friend, who up until a while ago I would have done anything for, was in dire need, but this was not even in the realm of possibility of something I thought she might need. But now it was staring me in the face. I was worthless the rest of the day as I sat at my desk. I couldn't concentrate on work. Only one thing was on my mind -- to fuck Molly or not. I even tried to make a list of pros a

This moral ambiguity can lead us to question our own values and ethics. Ultimately, the emotion of doing something wrong and hidden is a reminder that we are imperfect human beings, subject to temptations and mistakes. It's important to consider the implications of our actions and evaluate whether the thrill of transgression is worth the weight of guilt and anxiety. Often, facing the truth and seeking redemption or forgiveness can be the path to easing the emotional burden and rebuilding integrity.