Romans & histoires Questionable Morals

about me. "You know, sadly… we employ these kinds of people at work without even knowing," he says. "People without character and morals. People who are a bad example to our children and the youth. If I had known Ms Becca Sterling was such a loose immoral woman with no character, I would not have offered her a job at BBC." All the employees turn to look at me. "What are you virgins looking at? I might infect you with my immorality, you know! "

He wouldn’t have warned me off the whole thing if there wasn’t some big secret the government doesn’t want anyone to know. I consider his words. Do I want to know if my father did something awful? Something immoral? Something possibly related to innocent lives being lost? I tap my keyboard—a nervous habit I should really stop. Well, I’m not the kind of person to hide her head in the sand. If my father did something morally repugnant, I still want to know. Believing in a lie won’t make my life any better. Of course, finding out the truth could make it worse.

He only said, "But, I want to ask the queen for a death-free gold medal first. What if in the future..." "It depends on what's going on. If it's not a matter of principle, it's fine." Hearing this, John couldn't help clenching his fists. "Then, what do matters of the principle include?" "For example, cheating, and gambling or taking drugs..." "What is all those gambling and drugs? Am I that kind of person in your heart?" "You're asking me what matters of the principle include! I'm just telling the truth." Hearing her voice, John was amused by her look. "Don't worry about cheating or gambling! However, I'm afraid that I can't stop doing dirty things!"

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.”

I said calmly, showing none of the shame Dwight expected. I asked further, "Is remating legally forbidden, or against social customs? Are there no examples of it today? If the Moon Goddess grants werewolves a second chance, can't a she-wolf remate? If a she-wolf is rejected or cast out, must she live alone forever to meet others' expectations?" Dwight sneered contemptuously. "You're just making excuses!" Unable to counter my logic, he resorted to scorn. I smiled more broadly. "Dwight, the real worry is for someone who doesn't cultivate virtue, doesn't study, doesn't do what's right, and doesn't correct mistakes."

The same person who had been super nice to me at the fashion boutique even though she barely even knew me then. Somehow, Queen Morwenna seemed like a paradox. A blend of light and dark. Fierce and kind. All at once. “Are you…” I hesitated, unsure how to phrase the question that I was preparing to ask. Maybe I should just seal my mouth shut and swallow back my curiosity but my curiosity got the better of me and I proceeded to ask her. “Are you good or evil?” She stopped walking and turned her head to look at me with an amused glint in her eyes.

Highly. Monstrous? Disgusting? Immoral? Morality! What a lofty concept! Do you want to talk about her? Not! You do not want! Because you don't know her. Because you don't have it. Because if she exists, then she has two faces, one of which we all saw in our lives a couple of times, and then in childhood, when the world seemed to us black and white and a homeless puppy was good, and parents, those who did not allow him to take, bad.

Now she truly understood why elders said be careful of what you wish for. Adultery, premarital sex, robbery, corruption, lying, killing... and the list goes on. There were also times when it made her do nonsensical, unreasonable things like enrolling Amanda to HCA instead of bringing her away to another place. It wanted people like her to break rules, reasons, and lives. Justifications and all things related to that was of no importance. It wanted people like her to lose sanity and judgment... as well as the things that made them worthy of being called moral and human. What does it gain from all of these?

I kept my face blank, leaving it up to him to figure out if I found his concern offensive or not. It was disrespect to the codes I live by for him to question my morality like that, and he knew it. The mafia world was so dark and bloody that those moral codes were the only thing that made us slightly human. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You’re obsessed with the drugs.”

Charlotte watched the trendlines climb. The distributed thread flickered again. Not dimming. But entangled. The fracture among carriers deepened. Encrypted debates ignited across continents. If virtue is rewarded, is that wrong? Is recognition inherently corrupting? If the system promotes good behavior, why resist? Marra paced the command chamber. “He’s weaponizing reputation.” Cael countered, “Or amplifying it.” Solin said softly, “He’s making morality measurable.” Charlotte finally spoke. “Morality that depends on measurement becomes performance.”