Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

He was faced with a moral dilemma: should he proceed with his desires, potentially jeopardizing everything he had fought for, or should he sacrifice his own happiness for the greater good? Azazel's heart battled with conflicting emotions, torn between the love he held for Azrael and the consequences that love could unleash. He understood the weight of his actions and the potential repercussions they could have, not only for him and Azrael but for the stability of an entire realm. The choices he made would define not just his fate but the fate of those around him. As doubts gnawed at his resolve, a sinister figure emerged from the shadows. It was Mordecai, a powerful sorcerer rumored to have

All that made my mystic affliction all the more troubling. I was not sane according to the A****n metric, but I was utterly reliable in my bravery, honesty (when it mattered), and modesty. 'A' did not equate to 'B'. She would take me into battle. I wanted to help her bring the next generation of A****n young into the world...and I felt letting her live was a moral failing on my part.

Felix spoke again, "I think everyone has unfaithful thoughts. Not just men, but women too. It just depends on whether that person can morally restrain their words and actions. "Do people that cheat on their partners not know that cheating is immoral? "Of course, they do. "They know it's immoral, but they still do it. After all, those people think with their lower bodies to pursue physical excitement. They can't be restrained by morality. "Do those men that love their wives and kids never find other women more attractive than their wives? "Of course, they do. "But they can control themselves and not have the desire they shouldn't have. They'll restrain themselves from doing things that they s

"Do you think they do?" "I'm not sure. My intentions when I betrayed you were selfish and wrong. The results were devastating. So both the action and the consequence were wrong." He looks at me directly. "But if someone does something wrong for good reasons, or something right for wrong reasons, does that change the morality?" We're having a real philosophical discussion. Not about us. Not about betrayal. Just exploring ideas. And I'm enjoying it. "Come sit," I say, gesturing to the reading area. "Let's talk about Kant."

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'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...

“Yesterday she asked me if it was normal for children to feel confused about which grown-ups they’re supposed to trust.” “What did you tell her?” Susan asked. “I said that children should be able to trust all the adults in their lives to make good choices. That they shouldn’t have to worry about whether the grown-ups around them are behaving appropriately.” I met each of their eyes. “But how can she trust when she’s seeing things that don’t match what she’s been taught about proper behavior?” “The damage this is doing to that child’s moral development,” Mrs. Whitmore shook her head. “Growing up thinking it’s normal for mothers to entertain men secretly while their children sleep upstairs.”

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

I’ve been conditioned to this treatment; I’ve grown accustomed to the crushing, inherent humiliation. But now, everything about Cassian is shifting. The raw, possessive growl he let loose, ordering them out—that was new. Despite that flicker of protectiveness, the shame still burned a hole in my gut. How could it not? I was being aggressively mounted by a patient who had just been pulled from a coma. It makes a mockery of all my honor… if I had one at all in this Moretti world. This entire situation is undeniably, deeply morally questionable.