To Your Moralless Novel Novels & Stories

"You're talking about erasing free will entirely!" A small price for survival. For peace. "It's not peace!" Alden's voice joined in. "It's slavery with a smile!" You say that now, Morwen countered. But watch. The scene shifted again. Now they saw one of Morwen's "perfect" societies—a city where she'd managed to possess every single leader, coordinating them all like pieces on a chessboard. And it was... beautiful. No crime. No hunger. No suffering of any kind. But also no laughter. No spontaneity. No growth.

Some of those books are okay. Anonymous: Okay? Come on, the third one with the fractured colony ship? The moral dilemmas the captain faces… I reread that one twice last year. The tension builds so perfectly without needing explosions everywhere. Leon found himself reading the message twice. The description matched how he felt about it—the quiet psychological depth, not just action. Against his better judgment, a tiny crack formed in his resistance. He wasn’t buying the whole “good mood” thing completely, but this felt… human. Not the crude dominant persona from before. He typed a bit more, testing.

"The Librarian called it the 'Archives of the Unwritten.' But what if there’s a basement? What if there’s a place where the failed stories go to hide when they don't want to be found?" "You're talking about escaping the story entirely," I said. "Where would we go? If we aren't in a book, and we aren't on a server... what are we?" Rowan looked at his hands. "Maybe we’d just be... us. No authors. No readers. No Aethel-Group. Just two people in the dark, trying to build a fire." "It sounds lonely," I whispered. "It sounds quiet," he replied. --- ### The Glitch in the Peace

I saw Tasha sitting up straight in the front seat. From: Tasha Veda stupid, what do you mean why not you said you won't be a slave for a man??? To: Tasha Veda does having sex make me a slave to men? Another gasp was heard from Tasha. She almost pulled her own hair because of the shock of just what she had read. "You alright?" Morris asked again and simply glanced at Tasha. "Maybe we need to go to church?" I heard her answer. To: Tasha Veda

First and foremost, this is a work of fiction, and no correlation should be made with living people or incidents. The author doesn't support any of the ideology or the relationship— friendship or romantic— being presented in this story. This was merely written for entertainment sake, not to be followed and used as an ideal. There are many things that are wrong in this novel morally, and therefore, don't let this novel influence you. Min Sihyeon preferred to view life optimistically and deal with things enthusiastically. Countless number of times she has been scolded by her friends due to her reckless decisions at time.

This is an Omnibus! Featuring: Book One: The Lycan King's Perfect Revenge - Tristan and Iris’s Story Book Two: The Lycan King's Blind Mate - Rhys and Thea's Story Book Three: The Lycan King's Cruel Judgment - Jack and Esme's Story Book 1: The night Tristan finds out his beloved wife betrayed him with another man, he's heartbroken but Tristan is a man totally in love with his wife, so he forgives her and begs her to come back to him. But on the night she was supposed to give birth to their child, she chose to commit suicide, killing herself and the unborn baby. Before she died, she told Tristan that she had fallen completely in love with the other man, Ethan and would rather di

She then opened her online novel app and checked the notification for the latest episode update of the ongoing novel she was following. Suddenly, Emily burst into laughter as she began to read the romantic comedy novel. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, her beautiful eyes followed along. Reading romantic comedy novels was always a mood booster for Emily. Besides enjoying the fantasy, Emily also gleaned moral lessons from them. For her, reading was not just about entertainment but also about capturing the positive side, which was the main goal of every writer.

My arms trembling beside me as I waited for what came next. But he didn’t get up. He didn’t even move. He just stared. And then he said the filthiest, most terrifying, most delicious thing I had ever heard. “Today’s lesson is control.” My breath hitched. “Control?” He nodded once. “You’ll learn how to cum without a sound.” My eyes widened. “Wait, what..

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.