Unethical Synonym Novels & Stories

Lizeth said, and Isis's breath hitched. Her eyes welled up with tears knowing why Lizeth was there. She had come to taunt. She had come to tell her how low she had fallen. Someone like Lizeth was pointing fingers at her when she was actually worse than her. It looked like a sinner judging another sinner for sinning differently. "Yes, I have fallen low and now a whore!" Isis yelled, in anger surprising Lizeth. She had thought that Isis would be crying and acting pathetic; it had never crossed her mind that she was gonna be hyper instead.

I was about to speak when our helper approached bearing the meal mother had ordered, and I just halted what I was about to say, and we were both delighted to eat the food. Nobody compares to my parents; they are the greatest, and I will do all in my power to ensure that they do not wind up with the worst parents possible. Dad had no intention of being wicked, but he was compelled to be so for my sake. However, what is wrong will stay wrong regardless of our reasoning. If our actions harmed others despite our good intentions, it is still destructive behavior, even more so if it was solely for our self gain. Dad is a senator, so not only am I his priority, but also other people; thus, if he ma

"There is nothing improper in our standard agreements." The words were technically accurate. The documents had been legally reviewed, formatted for compliance, drafted by people who understood the space between the legal and the ethical considerably better than they understood the difference between the two. But improper was not the same word as exploitative. Improper was not the same word as coercive. And legally sound had never, in his experience, been the same as genuinely clean. He had never thought of it as control. He had thought of it as insurance.

He licked his lower lip even though he wasn’t straight. “You look delicious, baby!” Stones of guilt burdened my conscience. I wanted to set this canvas on fire. It was unethical to use someone’s picture without their consent. “Anyway, get up, babygirl, I have a lot to show you, this loft is all huge, my legs would hurt so bad! Oh my Mikey!” Benji’s emotional side took over him and I followed him for whatever he had to show me; which was the whole loft apparently.

"Frank, my dear ex-husband, I see your little car company is still chugging along. How quaint." Mr. Frank remained composed, though a hint of exasperation colored his voice. "Mercy, always a pleasure. What brings you to our neck of the woods?" "Oh, just business," she replied with a smirk. "You know, the usual – dominating the market and leaving our competitors in the dust." Frank's eyes narrowed. "You mean using questionable methods and unethical practices to gain an advantage?" "Unethical?" she scoffed. "Is it unethical to adapt and evolve in the face of changing market dynamics? Or perhaps, in your world, it's just sour grapes because you can't keep up."

"But the ethical kind. Where you only use information people are already ashamed of, not private things that would really hurt them." "There's no ethical blackmail!" I protested. "There absolutely is," my mother disagreed. "Blackmail is only unethical if you use it for personal gain instead of the greater good." "That's not—that's not how ethics work!" "It's how practical ethics work," my father said. "Which is what matters when you're trying to lead people who don't want to be led." I looked at Lumina for support. She looked back at me with an expression that said she was torn between horror and reluctant admiration.

He has used these cunning tactics against other competitors before. "If you could let me off, I'll tell you everything I've done for Adrian in the past!" The audience erupted in anger. Those watching the livestream were also furious. All the comments scolding Adrian flooded the screen. It almost covered the entire screen. "No wonder the medical textbooks removed Adrian's research papers. He's actually such an unethical doctor!" "It's not just about being unethical anymore; this is also a crime! It's attempted murder!" "He tried to win the competition by sending someone to mess up another person's surgery, pretending to bump into the lead surgeon accidentally?

Blackthorne was definitely not a moral man, and he might have broken hearts of too many women in his amorous adventures, but he never derived sick, disgusting pleasure from inflicting pain and humiliation on women, or degraded women in any sort of way. "How could he do such a thing to you?" "Because he looks down on me. He sees me as nothing but a lowly whore." Blackthorne cast his eyes on the duke at the front row, whose silvery head was just visible over the crowd. No one had ever expected that he was a consummate villain beneath the mask of a supremely impeccable man. If today had taught him anything, clearly it was that one could never judge by appearance. As though Blackthorne's scathin

Vada noticed how Karen flinched when the crowd cleared a path to make way for the man behind the voice. "Oh no, that's Jeff Harold, the poker fingered lord." she whispered to Vada who will be risking her money for the game. "I don't understand those terms Karen, explain." Vada whispered as she scrutinized the so-called poker fingered dude that got the once proud Karen to whimper like a freezing puppy, he was sitting down comfortably as he had three lady whores at his disposal, one massaging his shoulders while the other was kneeling between his thighs, giving him a blow job and the last was counting his money and dusting his draught pieces. He had a dim looking eyes, obviously getting to his

“My bad. This one’s still too strong to die by ingestion as well.” As he returned to the table to pick another syringe to play with, Nessa hissed, “You’re despicable!” Alissa’s claw went right through Nessa’s ear, making Nessa scream before she retracted her claw to let the blood ooze from the area. Greg scoffed his signature dark scoff. “Do you even know what that word means?” He picked another syringe, looking at it through the ceiling lights before setting it down and moving on to the next syringe as he said, “It means ‘morally reprehensible’. I doubt any of us in this room have the right to use that word against each other seeing that none of us are saints. Let’s get real here - being wh