Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

I refrained from having nasty thoughts but concurrently I wanted her to cheat on William so I wouldn't feel bad for my own infidelity. "Carby, why do you constantly—" I failed to hear the last part. It was all whispered yelling, I suppose there was nothing going on. I felt bad. Just because I was commuting fornication with her husband... it didn't mean that she would too. I constantly needed to remind myself that not everyone was committing the irksome doings that William and I were. It made me question my conscience as a upright human being who is supposed to have morals and— I felt ashamed.

Anna returned to the kitchen and asked Grace in a small voice, “Mom, do you feel that Mr. Chang’s morals are trustworthy?” Grace was confused as to why she would ask that. Grace had thought about it before, the possibility that Anna would ask about her and Martin and about whether she was planning on being with him. She did not think that her first question would be that. Grace did not understand and said, “They’re very good, yes. His morals are to be trusted.” Only then did Anna squint and smile. “Wait until I go and ask George too. Still, I feel that he’s chatting quite well with Mr. Chang and I feel that Mr. Chang’s morals are indeed quite trustworthy. Otherwise, George and his father won

“What is this job you are offering me? And let me tell you upfront, I will absolutely not do anything that goes against my conscience!” “Don’t worry! What do you take the Bureau for? We are the good guys! An unshakable pillar of justice and morality! We will absolutely not ask of you anything unethical or immoral!” If Blackie had a human body, he would be thumping his chest vigorously right about now. Noah: (눈_눈) ‘…those words would be a lot more credible if they came from someone who didn’t write a whole book of lies and called it the Holy Scripture…’

He is hurting the plant, but he doesn’t care. Why do people kill for no reasons? There’s never ‘no reason’. But then, what can one say about people who bully others? What about destroying someone because you can? There are many small actions: people might take those actions without knowing that the other creature or living being is hurt. There will always be a moral question. Just like psychopathy is a spectrum, morality is also a spectrum.

“You claim we werewolves are no good for killing innocents who are weaker than us but are you any different? You who claim to be the weaker one are just like them. Obviously, quitting your work will make no difference but do you know what could? “Taking an opportunity like this when you see one. One of your arrows— pardon me, one of the arrows you made, flew from the sky straight into the heart of an unsuspecting male and you know or at least have an idea who could have purchased it. You could help bring justice for that one individual but you’re choosing not to because of your twisted sense of morals. The so-called war of good against evil is warped because of people like you who aren't eve

He said, “Why? Can’t take it anymore?” Samantha answered, “It’s not that I can’t take it anymore but I find it disgusting. Why do people like them exist? They’re incapable of distinguishing right and wrong. In fact, they don’t even know that they’re horsesh*t. They still think that they’re at the height of morality yet they have no idea that they’re regarded as Internal Affairs’ b*tches. “In fact, they’re less than b*tches because all they know is to clamor without any sensibility.”

"He's the fucking mob! He kills people for a living. Do you know how many people have lost their livelihood, houses, and families because of his filthy casinos? He's evil and has no damn moral compass!" "Don't you dare lecture me about my husband!" Marybeth rounded on him viciously, her lips set in a thin line. "You, of all people, are the last person to lecture anyone about morals!"

“The real question is whether someone has crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed. That’s something only you can decide.” “That sounded suspiciously rehearsed.” “I’ve been having this exact internal debate since he emailed me,” she admitted. “Turns out moral philosophy is complicated when it involves people you actually know.” “And your verdict?” “He hasn’t crossed my personal boundaries. His brother definitely has—may that psychopath rot in whatever hell accepts people who wave guns around—but shared DNA doesn’t mean shared values. I should know something about family members having wildly different concepts of human worth.” Constance retrieved her spoon and continued her systematic ice crea

looked at him with disbelief. “What is so frightening about demanding to know who she is and where she came from? She would only be frightened if she knew that she was in trouble. For all we know she could be a felon, a witch or a mentally deranged serial killer.” Morris tilted his head to the side, amusement and disbelief swirling within his amber orbs. He looked at me and then at Kelly. “Does she look like any of the things you just listed?” Morris asked, and Kelly fell back on his chair, folding his arms above his chest.

“Have you?" “Hell no!” Mercedes exclaimed, her face morphing into disgust. “Of course not. Never. I have a moral code, okay? And I will never go for a friend's man. I have friend ethics, and I'll stick to them until I die. Besides, the hot jocks aren't my type. The girls can die for them for all I care.” Candy leaned back slightly, completely interested. "Oh! You have a type?” Mercedes shrugged and replied, "Well, don't you?"