To Your Moralless Novel Novels & Stories

This book thoroughly exposed the sinful human nature, and that wickedness in the book didn't involve murder or arson, but a collective destruction of individuals in the name of morality. Perhaps due to the heavy nature of the content, Rosalie put the book aside after around twenty minutes, massaging her temples as she did so. She wanted to write a book too, but it would be finance-related. That was the inspiration that struck her today. Rosalie picked up her phone and searched for finance books online in hopes of finding inspiration. After searching through the internet, she couldn't find the kind of literature she was looking for. There was no similar content she could find as reference, pe

I closed my eyes, torn between shame, fear, and that dark, addictive thrill that refused to die no matter how dangerous this had become. The generator was dead, food was almost gone, my aunt now knew the truth, and my stepbrother was still hard inside me, ready to take me again. We weren’t just trapped by the storm anymore, we were trapped by each other. And I was terrified of what would happen when the snow finally stopped… and the real world came looking for us.

I swear, I'll throw you all out of the family if you don't stop. The line went dead with a buzz. I knew how this would end. If I, the Don's wife who weathered storms of violence, could be ousted by Don and his mistress, what chance would they have? They were powerless, forced to bite their tongues. I could not help but laugh, a deep joy bubbling up, bringing with it a lightness I had never felt before. I was done with the family business. So, I found myself on a plane to the Malvara Isles.

“How is it easy? I don't see it.” “You are blind.” “Maybe I am, but the question still stands, how?” “He didn't leave us for gold or riches; he left us for firm breasts.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “You saw that Postar girl?” “I have.” “She is something.” “True.” “We must have a reserve plan,” Hamil appeared from the group. “True,” said Nezamaikov, “any options, gents?” “We must prepare for the worse,” a gunner said.

He doesn't have any idea what happened between the two while he was away, but he could still feel that there is something wrong between those two. What he wasn't aware was Claire cries every time she remembers Tessa. She's just not comfortable to share it even to her brother. She went inside her room and watched a movie. She was having a hard time turning it on since she's not that well-rounded with anything that is not existing inside the prison. Yes, they have televisions inside, but not this expensive one. Finally, she was able to open it and finally watch through it. It was what she just heard from some of the visitors of her fellow prisoner, it's N*****x. She's excited she's about to se

He thought if his assumption is correct, then it proves that the weird whirlwind story of their hatred-romance are all the author's cruel fantasy. “This world is real, it’s not a realm that Soleira created. You are not a character from a story, however your fate has been decided by her. That is why you need to stop her from finishing the sequel of that book. That book is the record of your life after the curse started. A book will only finish once a life ceases to exist as a new life and body with the same soul would exist., once again once life ends, a book of life will exist.” “Then it means, the first book is really the record of our past and she controls our fate? How is that even possib

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

He is utterly unredeemable and only cares about his scientific explorations, which are totally devoid of, as he would put it, ‘sentimental attachments to a subjective notion of morality’. The Dirt had manifested a concentration camp mass grave straight out of 1940’s Europe from which the herd of zombies had emerged, looking like the animated corpses of concentration camp victims. That was his ‘personal dirt’. That was the Dirt’s judgment on him, whether morality is subjective, as Dr. Schnell veritably preaches, or not. He said more than once that since there is no such thing as objective morality, that the Dirt’s judgments on people were based on the personal sense of morality of whoever sta

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION NAMES, CHARACTERS, BUSINESS, PLACES, EVENTS, AND INCIDENTS ARE EITHER THE PRODUCT OF THE AUTHORS IMAGINATION OR USE IN A FICTITIOUS MANNER. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL PERSON, LIVING OR DEAD, BUSINESS ESTABLISHMENTS, EVENTS, OR LOCALS IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME "Funny how you think I fell into your trap," He said laughing.