Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

Is he really going to die here? “…can you not see that they were written anew time and time again because until now, humanity is still unable to grasp their true meaning? As of now, the subject of morality is nothing more but a shadow of itself–nothing but echoes of the past. So how can you, a life that has barely begun to live have an inkling of an idea upon whose will was it that claims that I am in the wrong?”

By the look in her eyes, he could see she had trouble swallowing the cliché. He sipped his beer again and then pointed at her with the tip of the bottle. "Nothing wrong with faith, but I prefer a less detailed version of morals." He settled the bottle between his legs, holding it with both hands. "Murder is not a very moral action except, say, in self-defense or to protect one's loved ones. Rape is immoral, but to me, sex isn't. It's the motive behind something that makes it right or wrong. Not necessarily the action. I don't like people trying to force me into their mold when what I'm doing isn't hurting them."

But morals nonetheless. Turo shot me a sad smile. "What is your stance on drugs? Prostitution? Gambling? You know they are being done, yet you do nothing to stop these. Where is your sense of moralistic outrage in these matters?" I opened my mouth. Closed it. The argument that had run through my mind was illogical. Fuck. I tunneled my fingers through my hair. I sighed. "You're right. I know that drugs kill people. That prostitution kills people. That gambling, if it doesn't kill people, has certainly killed families and relationships."

I was hoping the smooth response would encourage her, but she twists her lips pulling in her expressions and thoughts instead. “Oh no. I couldn’t....I don’t want to take advantage!” There’s real upset and concern here. “This was a really nice gesture, even if I don’t understand it. I don’t even know why I accepted this....” She questions herself again. “I mean I didn’t really accept this, he just informed me it was happening…..” Again, there is that adorable internal battle of morals. Morals of all things in a mobster’s palace.

"From the fact that you just admitted to planning corporate warfare using offshore financial records." He laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "You say that like it's a bad thing." "It's definitely morally questionable." "Most effective strategies are." He stood, pulling me up with him. "Come here." I let him guide me to the edge of the deck, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind. The ocean stretched endlessly before us, dark water meeting darker sky. "You're not upset about any of this?" he asked against my ear. "Should I be?" "Some people would be. The whole ruthless businessman thing isn't everyone's favorite quality."

I wondered if it was true. Deciding to find out for myself, I continued to roll my hips, promising myself this would be the last fuck until I could figure shit out. Things would happen on my terms from here on out. That was stupid, wasn't it? I could be fucking a murderer and I didn't care. On some level, I knew what I was doing was morally questionable. Fucking Jason's father while my family suffered, letting Derek ruin people in my name. But after the day (no, the life) I'd had, I no longer cared. I deserved a break.

Honestly it was a twisted feeling going on in my mind right now, do I want him as a father or I just wanted him to do the things I had seen in videos to me. My screen was flooded with videos. Humans called it taboo but were still practicing it. I saw a post filled with so many rules about who could love whom and whose eyes were allowed to wander. Honestly I didn't care if it was a taboo or sin. I wasn't human entirely, so I was not binded to this rule. Beside after making me look hideous the least my mum could do for me was to give me her husband right. I know I lacked morals, but don't forget I am not like everyone, I am special. Suddenly a thought dropped in my mind. It was a dark, wild th

He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his mouth. His phone buzzed across the table. Eve. He answered. My voice was tight, urgent. “Please tell me you have something.” He leaned back in the leather chair, eyes on the glowing city below. “Better than something. I have a crack.” “Sebastian—” “Morales isn’t the saint she thinks he is. The man’s been investigated for falsifying records before. Sloppy, back-alley stuff. Women paying cash for diagnoses that never existed and reports that never held up under scrutiny. If she’s tied herself to him, she’s just handed us the knife to cut her down.”

No matter what I had to do, I needed money. It was scary what desperation could turn a person into. “ Are you willing to do something that's immoral? ” Melissa's next question made me fall deeper into the pit of confusion. “ What do you mean by this? Please tell me clearly. ” I let out and dragged my tongue across my lower lip, before nibbling on it due to nervousness. “ Are you willing to sell your virginity? ” It was like a bomb was dropped over my head. A scoff left my lips and I shook my head. Melissa was not serious right? But the look on her face screamed dead-serious.

“We are demons for fuck sake, demons of lust, we are allowed to fuck whosoever, these people here have morals!” “Are you saying we don’t have morals?” Clinton said and I rolled my eyes. “Piss off Clinton, you know what I mean” “No I don’t!” “Im not doing this” “Come on, just because they got some strict ass rules dont mean they got morals, I mean their king gave his brothers daughter up for freaking exchange” “That doesn’t spell morals to me” Lou added and I groaned, I was very sure they knew what the hell I meant and just felt taunting me was the best thing to do.