Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

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."

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?

he said with no emotion, if this was some pep talk he's terrible at it. "It's not easy you know, you can kill people because it's so easy for you, you don't have morals..." "And you think the people I kill have morals ? Of course it's wrong but there's nothing to do about it and talking about easy I killed my own sister, anything related to morals is fucked up from there, morals is the last thing you need to think about in your situation right now." he said and I've never seen Erwin this serious ever when talking.

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.”

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.