Questionable Morals の小説・ストーリー

I defend further knowing I’m trying to convince myself more than Max. “Stalker much?” Max jokes. “You would stalk the woman you love from afar just to torture yourself with having her just within your reach yet refusing to take what you want. We are men of the underworld, Shane. Morally grey is a code we live by. You’re a hitman. Do you ever hesitate to pull the trigger on your target?” “Of course not.” I answer, almost offended but also knowing Max is making a point. “Then why hesitate to pull the trigger on what you really want?”

He reached for his beer and finished it, waving the empty glass at the bartender for another. “Human trafficking,” I said, waving my finger. “That is very naughty of you,” I added. “There’s not too much that will piss me off but abusing women and children, well, I take great offense to that.” He looked amused. “You do, huh?” He leaned forward. “I know why you’re here. Your morals are offended, am I right?” I nodded. “That they are, Jones.” He leaned back. “How much will it take for your morals to not be offended anymore?”

But Damien just smiled. "Miss Vale, we're all adults here. Everyone has their own moral boundaries. I don't care who Serena has feelings for in her heart. Since she married me, she's my wife. As long as I don't see her doing anything inappropriate with my own eyes, I choose to trust her. Besides, we're all adults and having someone in your heart is quite normal, isn't it? Like you, Miss Vame, haven't you ever had feelings for someone else? It's the same thing. Women like looking at men and men like looking at women. As long as it doesn't cross the moral line, I'm fine with it..." Katrina couldn't believe it. Damien actually talked about having moral boundaries, could someone who often fooled

Maya pondered, taking a sip from the strawberry daiquiri she ordered just before Jordan made his way over. "A huge bitch" Jordan added. "And we don't want that, do we?" Maya continued. "No, not at all. It would be a moral crime and you know what happens to people who commit moral crimes right?" "Right, right. They go to hell and burn for all of eternity." "Exactly Maya, you don't want that. I know Reid doesn't want that, heck I don't want that." "Of course! It would be in my best interest to go sit with y'all."

M I K H A I L I let go of Uncle Amos, only letting the tips of my sharp teeth graze his neck and not letting things get too far. I realize that I may have proven him right by doing that. He called me a coward, and perhaps I really was, because I have the chance to kill him right now and I'm still struggling with the morality of it all even though he never stopped to consider that for me or my family. What am I doing? How can I do this? How do I finish this fight?

All their claims have a point but, "Can it still be called immoral or unethical if the two people who committed the crime really love each other?" he said deeply. Who loves who? Why do I feel like that? The students were stunned. Some were firm in their answer earlier. I didn't move. I would just listen "How about you Ms. Lorelai? What is your answer?” Everyone was silent. My legs were shaking with fear but I stood up anyway. I stood up and got up the courage to meet his gaze that seemed to be drowning me.

Josh sounded really impatient. "I need you guys to answer these questions and I really need you to be honest with me," Okay," Christie arched her brows at me. "For the past years that we've been close friends, have I ever for once done something illegal? "No," they chorused simultaneously. "Have I ever being immodest or immoral? "No," "Have I ever stayed out late or went clubbing or smoked? "No." "Have I ever had a boyfriend or slept with any man before?"

“I came to remove the infection. You, Kade, profit from the infection. You want a crown made of corpses. I want a system that works and if it means burning the whole bed to keep the seedling alive, so be it.” The arguments were older than us all. Power had a thousand philosophers who slept in beds of velvet. They all had names for the thing they did; they all believed themselves morally justified. In the center of those names sat me, a girl who’d been made and remade like a sample in a lab. “Why tell us?” Damien demanded again. “Why not just—” he gestured toward the chaos they’d already created “—finish it without spectacle?”

“I’d never say it. I just think we need to walk right now.” It takes me a moment to grasp at what he’s hinting. Still, when I do, I refuse to believe it. Does he really think they put something on the car? A shiver runs down my spine, because, yeah, that’s exactly what he thinks and he’s probably right. But then again, even if a man as trusting as Manuel starts to question someone’s morality, we are all screwed. We share a look and he nods slowly, confirming my suspicions.

It’s unnatural. “Where are you off to?” “Home.” “Decided to threaten the maids & kill an innocent kid? You really don’t have morals, do you?” I couldn’t believe him. How dare he!! I had morals. I scoffed at him. “I’ll have you know, I have the utmost respect for myself. My morals are something you can even fathom.”