Novel & Cerita Questionable Morals

Don’t you have any morals? One bronzed shoulder lifted in a careless dismissal of her question. ‘It is sex, minha paixao. Sex. I am only interested in what you do in my bed. What you do in your own time is really no concern of mine.’ He frowned slightly. ‘Providing, that is, you don’t defraud Carlos and Filomena. But we both know that won’t happen again.’ Appalled and horrified, she closed her eyes briefly, her fleeting happiness brutally punctured by his cynical attitude. ‘I thought you trusted me.’

"Because you are the head of a mob, Camilo. You kill people. Ruin lives by distributing drugs. Hell, I wouldn't put it past you if you sold women into slavery. Fact of-" "I don't do human trafficking. I have an understanding of morals and that is one of them. Women and children deserve nothing but kindness in this world." He quickly countered. Sent a glare so vile my way I was sure it might cut my skin. "So that is where you draw the line? Sure. But your people can be hooked on drugs and high off of their minds ninety percent of the time. That's fucking fine. Children left unattended and in the streets because their parents care more about a powder than their safety. Sure. All of that makes

I asked. "Rogue's are wolves without a pack. They are kind of an abomination to our kind, since they represent everything we are not: disloyal, dishonest, selfish, defiant, you name it. They believe in stealing and cheating to get what they want, not to mention killing. Most of them are pretty ruthless, with no sense of morals," he let out a growl. "Sorry, I really do despise them…they are just so unnatural." "Are you worried the rogue's will come back?" I asked, as he wound the car through the thick trees.

I chuckled and he looked at me with a puzzled expression as though I wasn't being clear enough, I knew that simply meant he wanted to oppose me some more. "You can't be too sure of something like this, you come in contact with several people and someone might've been a mole and you wouldn't suspect that shit was going down behind your back," He said and I scoffed in disbelief because I couldn't place my hand on anyone that would know my reputation in the mafia and still dare to fuck with me regardless of it. At that same moment, I realized that the screen door had been taking forever to simply screen us so we could get inside and it bothered me for some reason.

They just pushed me too much, more than I could handle , and I had to save myself from further spirit and value degradation and lost, by lying. Because whatever we do, no matter how pleasurable, satisfying and good it is to us, if it is bad and morally wrong, we would always be affected, it's a law. We can't run away from it. Even if we fail to acknowledge it, we are always affected, even in the most little ways. "Yes. Of course, I will" I said, faking the most assuring smile. "Glad to hear that, I—" "Yes I will let Liliane know and we will communicate through her…" I shouldn't have cut her so short. She looked at me puzzledly and suspiciously.

Titan hadn’t dared guess much at all—and the possibilities make my nose scrunch. “And before you spiral,” Damien continues dryly, “I’m not into human trafficking or prostitution or whatever horror show you’ve cooked up. I have a moral code.” He kneels, slipping the slippers onto my feet, then looks up at me. The sight makes my stomach flip. “It’s flexible,” he admits. “And it does tend to improve the more often I see my wife.” A pause. A faint smile. “But they are morals.” For some reason, my lips twitch. “I’m not your wife.”

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.

I was brought up in a good home by sound morally upright parents who instilled good morals into me, thank goodness for that. I could never imagine my self being like these girls, they disgusted me. Some of them even resorted to selling their bodies for sex, it was really very crazy out there. The society was in ruins and morality had declined, this new development was very bad. One would have thought it was common with only the humans, but it had also extended to the werewolf kind. Perhaps immorality and moral decadence had come into the werewolf world by those of us that mingled and worked with humans.

But so far, we had no luck. I knew things would turn out well. We just had to wait and have faith, and that was one thing I was very good at. “That’s a statement for a man with morals. Unfortunately, not many of them. Most men are liars, others are manipulative, and even some killers. Not everyone is a good person, and will live by life’s values. As a matter of fact, most people on this earth don’t care about morals. People do whatever they want because they can and because they have the power to do so. Don’t you think that that’s an interesting phenomenon? What power does to a man needs to be studied, doesn’t it? Most people have power and think they’re invincible.”

BRIAN POV I walk fast, head down and hands in my pockets, guilt rattling through me at the thought of how badly I’ve desecrated my professional judgement. This should never be. This thing with Moona was bad enough, this craziness with Cain involved is nothing short of criminal. But it’s not criminal. It violates the moral code of my career, but it’s not criminal. Not on paper. She’s of age and willing. Definitely willing. And we mean her no harm, Cain and I. Quite the opposite.