To Your Moralless Novel Novels & Stories

“But not just any manual. The story of… of writing the manual. The drafts. The committee meetings about font size. The argument over whether to call it ‘dough’ or ‘batter’ in step three. We give it the meta-narrative of creating something designed to have no soul.” Kael’s chittering took on a thoughtful tone. “A recursive narrative loop about generating anti-narrative. A story whose only point is its own pointlessness. The Silence would attempt to find the theme, the character arc, the emotional resonance… and it would find nothing but bureaucratic minutiae nesting inside itself.”

he muttered under his breath, unaware that tomorrow would unravel everything and turn his carefully balanced world upside down. *AUTHOR’S NOTE* This novel contains extreme taboo content and is strictly forbidden for younger audiences. BDSM, spicy scenes, threesomes, and erotic content will appear in unexpected chapters. Please note, there are no rape scenes. Enjoy the read!

"If he died here. The vow stops mattering. One of Hector's competitors is gone and Your path back to him becomes significantly easier. It would be a happy ending to this, don't you think?" "No," I said immediately. "That is not a happy ending.. In fact, that is actually a messed-up thing to say." "Ugghh You mortals, You're so quick to refuse good things because of your twisted sense of morals," she groaned. "And you know, morality is a strange thing to hold onto in a world like this one, Ivonne. In a place where Lycans, werewolves, ancient spirits, power struggles have been fighting eachother for generations — things like morals don't actually protect anyone here. In fact, It's the so calle

“If that is what removes misery from the world.” The answer was like a church bell that fell from its tower and dropped with a large, heart-stopping thud. He was not afraid of the consequences of his cause, nor is he bothered with the method he will do just to achieve a land free of misery. His morality is undoubtedly nonexistent. He does not play with fire—he is the fire that will scorch these very lands. “Well,” I mutter, trying to keep myself together. “I can’t have you do that now.”

Author's note: This is the English version of my novel entitled 'How To Be A Murderer,' I hope you guys enjoy and thank you very much for supporting its Filipino version. This is only fiction, and it can't happen in real life. I hope you guys enjoy reading this novel written by me. Love you all. Rules to be a murderer: Accuse someone of the crime you did. Be a liar. Be smart. Choose an appropriate weapon. Create a strong alibi.

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?”

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

Collen announced through grit teeth. 'It doesn't seem to matter how many scumbags you kill in this city, for each one you kill, it feels as though another six spring up from a hole in the ground. Bastards are never ending. And each passing year it seems morals and boundaries disappear more and more.' Collen thought to himself

I’ll probably keep on freelancing for both Take 2 Interactive and Rockstar games, or I could try getting in at Googleplex or Applepark. I put the discarded novel on top of my suitcase. I don’t know why I even bother to read it. It’s not well written, the grammar sucks — a bunch of crap, really. And the couple on the cover is so cliché. The whole stereotypical romantic pose makes my skin crawl with frustration. I sigh deeply. I’m so uptight my neck is pulling into a spasm. “You know he’s going to be here tonight?” Of course, I know. That’s the whole darn problem.