Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

“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.

If not, then they had to be black market vendors who sold creature parts and artefacts. Even then, I knew it would be a hard pill to swallow for them to know that I was capable of such violent acts. Damn it all! This matter was too complicated to have a pair of five-year-olds understand. Morality wasn’t black and white. There were multiple large gray areas in between, and it was where I fell. Well, that was what I’d like to believe anyway. But for Gillian and Calisto, I might as well just be an evil monster in their eyes after this talk.

The sharp glare that she shot me immediately as I said those words was enough to cut me off from finishing that thought, clamming up in the process. " So...if , hypothetically speaking, I forgot to draw my curtians down and I was sauntering around my room in my underwear, you promise to look away immediately?" She questioned, and I could tell she was testing me. She wanted to know where my morals lied, though nonexistent. I really didn't thrive in a world filed with these so called morals. I believe we all have our hard limits but when pushed to the wall, that could unleash versions of ourselves that we didn't know we had.

"This is the true face of Renaissance, Damien - a world where morality is a luxury we cannot afford, where the ends always justify the means." I wanted to scream, to lash out at her and tear this abomination to the ground, but I was paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of what I had witnessed. How could I have been so blind, so naive to the true nature of this company? How could I have allowed myself to become complicit in such heinous crimes?

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.

" Judi stared at this rat who didn't agree with him, a little annoyed. "Okay, let me tell you, I'm laughing at you. How did you make yourself like this that your brothers are suspicious of you? Where is your moral standing?" Benjemin Waltson was wronglytoo, his brother,doubts everyone. Even if a male dog run by Luna, his brother would suspect whether the dog’s hair touched Luna’s body “Since you doubt my moral standing, you dare to pretend to be my girlfriend pregnant?How did you get the confidence,thinking you can deceive others?”

It was… as if he was hurting. “Worthy? I am afraid I am not…” ‘What is my worth if all I can do in her life was to bring her misfortune?’ And before they can even continue to converse, there was a small commotion happening below. Some people are raising voices as the security won’t let them leave. ‘So it is starting already’ Glaring at numbers of people, may it be man or women, no one can tell whose greater than who. ‘To think people like them are behind embezzlement, slavery, illegal organ seller, drugs, prostitution, and lots more… I didn’t think Mira would be able to caught this many in one go’

Or were they morally reprehensible from the start, and George merely provided them the chance to show it? But then I considered how humankind functions in this environment fraught with uncertainty and unfairness. Mankind is capable of extreme wickedness as well as incredible kindness. The majority of individuals are cruel, egotistical, and arrogant. There are individuals from different walks of life around the globe. If you don't recognize that, you should travel more, read more, and change employment a few times. I'm not exactly cosmopolitan. Such individuals are continually trying to establish their worth, and they do it by demonstrating that others are not. Such folks never feel bad about

Willa called. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Zeke demanded. We shrugged. "It's what happens when you're raised by a deranged, paranoid mother." Willa explained. "Yeah. Your morality gets kind of....skewed" I added. "Of course, we have our own code." she continued. "Oh, and what's that?" our 'dad' demanded. "Maim not murder." she started. "Chaos not cash" I finished as I threw down a smoke bomb.

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.