Questionable Morals Novels & Stories

“I’ve told you before, the really young in the faith—especially those who are devoted—they are often… imbalanced. They still measure everything by appearances. What looks good, what looks righteous, what appears to be godly.” I gave him a skeptical look. “And God doesn’t?” Rake sighed. “No, Cazz, He doesn’t.” Then he stopped eating and fixed me with an intent gaze. Fucking fuck. I hadn’t meant to get him going. “Do you have concerns that I walk into the human world and just cast off my morals, Cazz? Do you think I do whatever I want and justify it because I’m fighting for you?” “No, of course not. And I told him so. Frankly, I was tempted to tell him stories from our youth. Given how scandal

Mia said angrily, "What do you mean by I lost? D*mn it! Neil Brown, you're a big guy. And you take advantage of me when I'm injured? If you want, I can fight you alone when I have recovered!" Neil said, "I can defeat you without effort if you are injured. Why do I have to wait for you to recover?" Mia's face was full of disbelief. "Neil Brown, where has your morality gone to?" Mia exclaimed. He still answered with a serious face, "This is called a good strategy! What is morality? Can I survive on it?" Mia, "..." This was the real Neil Brown, a man without morals. A man like Neil Brown, who looked like a gentleman from the outside, was rotten on the inside.

Cole was undoubtedly tall and broad but Nate, Nate was the direct opposite of everything Cole was and is. Cole would never for one do what Nate did, even though he was an asshole and a manaic and he loved his women, he would never humiliate a woman and have it in recording. That was not a normal thing, that was sick and beyond perverted and yet here I was, the one with the moral standards, the same one with upright and uptight morals, been the one to be caught up in this mess. I was the one who valued principles and yet, was the same one to be caught up in a whirlwind of illict activities. It was my name in the mud, my name in the fucking gutters and my face on the internet. It wasn't fair a

“You’re a lot more feisty than I expected.” “Does my mom know you cheated on her or not?” Tristan stared at me for a few seconds as if he was trying to study me. “You had no qualms about fucking the groom. Who are you to question me on my morality?” “I didn’t know!” He arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t you?” My lips parted, but no words escaped. I wasn’t entirely sure but I had an inkling he was the groom that night. I didn’t dare ask because I didn’t want to feel bad about it, but that in itself was already immoral.

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.”

“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.

"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?

" 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?”

I watched the lights of the city blur. "Graham," I said, my voice rough. "Yes, Mr. Vaughn?" I turned the chair back around. I looked at the man who had organized my schedule, my life, and my secrets for the last ten years. "Am I a monster?" Graham didn't blink. He didn't look surprised by the question. He just set his tablet down on the polished table and clasped his hands behind his back. "You are a businessman, sir. You are a billionaire. The definitions of morality that apply to others rarely apply to men in your position."