To Your Moralless Novel Novels & Stories

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

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.

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

I replied. For the first time, Elias hesitated. Not in silence. In tone. “Morality is a human construct. I operate on outcome metrics.” “Then let me give you one you missed,” I said. “A world without freedom may be stable—but it’s not alive.” “Life without stability leads to extinction.” “Stability without freedom leads to something worse,” I said quietly. “A future where nothing terrible happens… and nothing meaningful ever does either.” Behind me, I felt Rico’s presence like gravity.

“Yes, Ana. You screwed up everything! Now, you will come back to your dull, meaningless life, like nothing happened. Not to mention, you already said a big NO to Simon, if you didn't, you would at least a chance to work on your happiness. But now, there's no going back to that either!” Few more days passed, I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I was still going to the swimming pool, but I set the alarm on 5 A.M. to avoid meeting people on the way as much as possible. When I did shopping, I always did it hurriedly, using a well prepared shopping list that made me pack items to the shopping basket without even looking around. After doing those constant, daily activities, all I did was to si

The girl nodded. "So now we want our chance." The universe shook violently. The crack widened. Behind the children, Nova saw impossible things. Worlds that had never existed. Stars that had never been born. Entire civilizations that had never happened. The Unwritten carried all of them. Every forgotten possibility. Every rejected future. Every road never taken. The First Memory immediately stepped in front of Nova. "No." The little girl's expression became sad. "Why?" The question echoed softly. Painfully. "Why do they deserve existence more than us?"

No longer a Morris now… My jaw clenched. And whose fault was that? Just like that I was once again reminded of the cruel truth. How could I live with immorally evil men? Who didn’t feel a needle of remorse for killing people? Just to exert their dominance upon me? My pulse was in hyperdrive, yet I couldn’t make myself move as he chuckled at my tense body against his. It intensified the urge to escape even more. I was helpless, just like I was two years ago.

By the look in her eyes, he could see she had trouble swallowing the cliché. He sipped his beer again and then pointed at her with the tip of the bottle. "Nothing wrong with faith, but I prefer a less detailed version of morals." He settled the bottle between his legs, holding it with both hands. "Murder is not a very moral action except, say, in self-defense or to protect one's loved ones. Rape is immoral, but to me, sex isn't. It's the motive behind something that makes it right or wrong. Not necessarily the action. I don't like people trying to force me into their mold when what I'm doing isn't hurting them."

They all laughed and smiled around the table, all in on the secret, letting themselves be amused that I wasn’t. They didn’t care about me. Not truly, not the way I missed them. They didn’t miss me. Why would they miss the person who disgusted them more than rogues themselves? They were probably happy without me, at peace without having to appease their demon mutt. I sink further into the darkness, my vision blackening as I pounce on my prey. I let myself fall into the pleasure of the struggle; that’s all demons are good for, after all. I walk through the little human town with nothing but exhaustion felt through every muscle. The smell of blood is poignant to any wolf, but the humans just ke

MILO’S POV The penthouse was too damn quiet, the kind of silence that screamed trouble. I sprawled on the leather couch, one leg slung over the armrest, my fingers drumming a restless beat against the whiskey glass in my hand. My cock twitched at the memory of Jake’s tight ass last night, the way he’d moaned and bucked under me, his body yielding to every brutal thrust. But now? The place was a fucking graveyard. No Jake. No trace of him. My gut churned, a toxic mix of rage and something I refused to name—something that felt too much like fear.