#MorallyCorrupt

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Veronica Lancet's Morally Corrupt is now live! Pick up your copy today of this unlikely couple's dark romance!

She's a sociopathic assassin. He's the chief of police…and her husband.

Bianca Ashby, a certified sociopath with an obsession for her husband, tries to juggle two lives - the demure NYPD Chief Commissioner wife, and the perfect Bratva assassin; all the while keeping her husband safe and blissfully unaware.

But when high-level corruption and a personal vendetta raise the stakes, no one is who they say they are; least of all Bianca's perfectly dull husband Theo.

From glitzy New York ballrooms and charity events to underground sex rings, drugs, and illegal fights, Bianca and her husband must put aside their differences and work together against a common enemy.

But will their marriage survive?

Morally Corrupt is a romantic thriller with elements of horror and gore. This is a dark book that explores questionable moral behaviors. Please read the triggers before proceeding.

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A Review of Recent Read: Morally Corrupt by Veronica Lancet

Deciding between 4 or 3 stars was tough, but I settled on 4 because of FL. I'm a big fan of cunning, manipulative female leads, so FL really grabbed my attention. While some say it's like the Mindfuck series, I think it's not even close. FL's portrayal of being emotionless and calculating but has a fixation on Theo, the male lead is fascinating.

Theo's character annoyed me because he was hypocritical throughout. He got mad at FL for keeping secrets when he wasn't honest either. He didn't tell her things until later, and even then, she found out from someone else, which somehow brushed over.

See the hypocrisy?

Aside from the characters, the plot gets 3 stars at best. It's a mix of too many clichés, making it messy and hard to follow. There are too many characters and side stories, making it overwhelming for a standalone read.

The ending left me disappointed. The story had potential, but it didn't live up to it. With better execution, 'Morally Corrupt' could've been great, but it missed the mark.

Note: This review is just what I think. Remember, we all like different things, so decide for yourself if "Morally Corrupt" is your kind of book.

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Art work and words by — Colin Tiyani Anderson, Artist/Digital Creator, from LinkedIn …

“Israel has morally corrupted the West.

"The West has absolutely no right to come and lecture us about human rights anymore, because human rights, for them, really depends on the colour of your skin and who’s doing the killing.

"People from America complaining, 'why do these people hate us?'

“'They hate us because of our lifestyle.'

"No, we hate your policies because you blindly support a genocidal, murderous, terrorist regime like Israel doing whatever they want.

“... how is this exactly helping you?”

- Bassem Youssef

#istandwithpalestine …

#neveragain … #boycottisrael … #gazagenocide

[bayouinfused]

‪As a chemistry major, on fellowship as an undergraduate,‬ ‪at LSU-BR, I laughed at my classmates who studied law.‬ ‪#Year2020 has me humbly apologizing for not acknowledging their foresight.‬ ‪#Insane and #MorallyCorrupt the law #Wins. ‬ ‪#KeepALawyerAtYourSide‬ ‪#Power‬ ‪#BayouInfused‬ (at Seattle, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8QUzg9pzW-/?igshid=18d44ipmivq5l

[saffron-amatti]

Tommy doesn't get a lot of airtime (or whatever the bookish equivalent is) in the first few books, but he's a a lot of fun to play with. He's Clara's handsome, charming, and morally ambiguous co-worker who has his eye on Clara and isn't subtle about it. Needless to say, Lucas isn't his biggest fan 😂 Buuuut, thanks to circumstances beyond his control (but very much under mine, mwahahaha) Lucas will have to work with Tommy a lot in the next book in the series. This will not go well... #comingsoon #murdermystery #murdermysteries #morallybankrupt #morallycorrupt #morallyambiguous #morals #mysterywriter #writerscommunity #readersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/B55aXpwgP8d/?igshid=dx8a9kqapweq

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Trump’s build the Wall demand pushes the #Racism Hot Button of all the #maga #deplorables. Build the Wall means Trump is declaring to his base that he is the head White #Caucasian #Racist, that he alone will protect the #whitewomen from the brown and black #thugs headed North intent on Rape. Trump’s base hated #Obama because he was black, they love #Trump because he is #white and a blatant Racist. #makeamericagreat was a slogan used by the #KuKluxKlan, the red and white colors on the #maga hat are the same colors on the #Klan flag. #BuildtheWall screams protect the white women. The poor white farmers fought for the south in the US Civil War, and many died to protect Racism and #Slavery in the South. Racism is #Vile it is #Disgusting it is #MorallyCorrupt. I think that #Racists #Nazis #RacistSupporters and #TrumpSupporters are unfit to be my friend. I think that the battle against Racism is eternal and will never end....it is the ongoing never ending struggle against evil... https://www.instagram.com/p/B17HIJTHcb9/?igshid=msjxz7obl7k4

[dontsh0vethesun]

you're just like her

Part One of the Deadly Desire AU

Pairing - sugarmommy!Villanelle x morallycorrupt!Reader

18+ :mentions of killing, smut; oral (r!receiving), fingering, choking, slight roughness and d/s vibes but not really

Word Count - 1860

A/N - this entire series is honestly just an excuse to write villanelle my beloved and a kind of darkfic with a lot of smut and some murder, this smut is pretty mild to some of the stuff i have planned heheheh

You knew what Villanelle was, what she did, she’d told you so herself when she’d come back to where she’d left you in her Paris apartment with a small cut against her cheekbone. She was surprised at your indifference, the unwavering lukewarm glint in your eyes when she uttered the words.

I’m an assassin, I kill for money - and I’m good at it.

She expected a widening of your eyes, a furrow of your brows, a downturn of your lips into a disapproving frown. She thought perhaps you’d be disgusted, backing away from her in fear, repulsed at the things she’s done. She was more than prepared to rectify the situation when you’d push her away, looking at her how so many others do - like she’s a monster. 

But instead her own breath hitched in her throat at the soft touch of your fingertips against her cheek, a tentative stroke across the forming bruise. She became more aware in that moment of the icy glaze always present over your eyes, she’d seen it before but it seemed more prominent just then, where she expected a flaming emotion she was met with nothing. Just an indifferent stare. 

“You should put some ice on that.” You muttered, taking in the greyish colour deepening on her skin.

“That’s it? You’re not going to say anything?” She responded as you pulled your hand from her face.

“What am I supposed to say?” You returned, watching as she stepped over to the fridge from the sofa to grab a bag of peas from the freezer and lifted it to her face. She loosely perched on the stool beside the kitchen counter, eyes not leaving your face as she tried to read you.

“I don’t know. That you think I’m evil - that you’re horrified by what I do. Are you not scared?”

You gave her a shrug and a shake of your head and you thought, maybe, you should feel some sort of fear or repulsion but you couldn’t find it in you. 

“So how do you feel about it?” She prodded, dropping the peas down onto the counter with a clatter, just so intrigued at this new side of you she was discovering. 

“I don’t really feel anything about it, darling.” You shrugged, leaning back in your seat as she kicked her shoes off with a smirk. “As long as you don’t kill me, I don’t see why I should care - you’re not planning to kill me are you?”

She huffed a laugh at that, taking her seat beside you with that smug grin she wears so well. “No.”

“Then carry on - it’s what pays for all the things I like after all.” You smiled at her, referring to the clothes she buys you, the expensive restaurant trips and holidays she’s taken you on.

“Mm, you are so pretty when you’re spoiled.” She mused, mindlessly running her hand over your thigh.

“Are you gonna get this dry cleaned?” You asked, pulling at the collar of her white shirt that had been dotted with a drop of blood - most likely someone else's. 

“I can just buy a new one.” She smirked, always ready to flaunt her wealth to you. She watched as you undid it button by button until you gazed at her bra clad chest, letting you push it past her shoulders before she tugged it off to discard somewhere on the ground. 

It was animalistic the way she pounced on you, hands holding onto your face as she crashed her lips to yours. Her toned body flexed under your touch when she moved to straddle your legs, pushing you onto your back, sliding her hands up your bare thighs. Her firm touch always set your skin alight, squeezing the flesh of your upper thighs with her bruising kiss before inching her hands further upwards, the shirt you were wearing bunching up around your chest. 

She left a trail of kisses over your stomach, downwards until she pressed one to your clothed pussy, feeling the heat from you, smelling your arousal. She wasted no time in pulling the underwear from your body, wrapping her arms around your legs to pull you closer and staring into your eyes as she let a trail of spit fall from her lips onto your already glistening slit. 

She always ate you out as though you were the best meal she could ever consume, tongue expertly lapping through your folds, flicking over your clit whilst her hands dug into the flesh of your thighs, nails leaving crescents behind and maybe a bruise or two if she’s lucky. 

You aimlessly grabbed at the sofa for something to hold on to, using your other hand to palm at your breast, pulling your nipple between your fingertips. She hollowed out her cheeks with a harsh suck against you making you moan, your hips tried to buck over her tongue but her strong hold kept you pinned down. 

She peered up at you through her lashes, the way your body was gasping for breath, head thrown back with your eyes scrunched closed. You could feel her smirk against you before she pulled away, you weren’t surprised, she always was a tease. She likes to see you squirm, desperation in your eyes as you look at her, aching for her to fuck you. 

She stood back up, lips shining with your juices as she cockily looked at you watching her undress, she knows how hot she is, she basks in your stares. She looked ethereal standing before you in just her underwear, an expensive, lacey set of lingerie; the black material a stark contrast to her smooth, milky skin.

“Take that off.” She spoke, gesturing to your t-shirt. You did as she said, tossing it aside before yelping slightly when she suddenly lifted you into her arms, easily picking you up. Your legs wrapped around her waist, your hands held onto the sculpted biceps she worked so hard on; you kissed over her neck until she threw you down onto her bed, both of you laughing lightly at the way you bounced. 

Her sheets, of course, were expensive - ‘Liliana Rizzari’ silk throw beneath your naked body. 

Villanelle crawled up your body, her blonde hair tickled your skin as she kissed you; her lips moved quickly with yours, her tongue battled with yours, licking into your mouth. She pulled away from you with a tug at your bottom lip before dark eyes locked with yours.

“Make me cum and I’ll take you out to dinner tonight.” She rasped, Russian accent coating her words. “Do a good job and I might get you those shoes you want too; you’ve been so good already, pretty girl. I’ve seen a whole new side of you.” 

You could only nod in response, letting her guide your hand downwards until your fingers toyed with the waistband of her underwear. You felt how wet she was already, whether she admitted it or not, she got so wet for you - just seeing you wanting her, hearing the sounds she can pull from you, made her ache. 

She bit into your collarbone with a sigh when you pushed your fingers into her, they slid into her easily with how dripping she already was. You’d learnt how to perfectly curl your digits in a way that hit her in just the right way, her hips twitched at the movement, lips sucking at your neck with harsh bites scattered over your skin.  

The pad of your thumb rubbed over her swollen clit and the sound of her choked moan took you by surprise; she always made sure to stay as quiet as possible but after today she didn’t feel the need to. You were like her, you had that cold and empty look in your eyes - she’d found a new comfort in you she hadn’t expected, you’d earned the right to hear the way you made her feel. 

She kissed over the column of your throat as your fingers pumped into her, curling inside her, pulling out and pushing back in with a lewd sound of her arousal. Her lips dragged over your skin in a perfect sequence, her breath was hot against your chest when her tongue swirled over your nipple and pulled away with a tug between her teeth.

“Fuck.” She sighed against you with a moan. “Look at me when you make me cum, pretty girl.” She added, taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger, positioning it so your eyes could lock with hers. She kept them trained on yours as she climaxed, clenching around your fingers with a grunt of pleasure, lips falling open with heavy breath. The sight was glorious, you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together beneath her. 

She dug her fingers into your wrist, yanking your hand away from her. She eyed the shining wetness along them, as she pushed them towards your mouth.

“Clean it up.”

You did as you were told, sucking your fingers with a hum at her sweet taste, swirling your tongue over them until they were clean.

She gave no warning before her long fingers thrust into your dripping pussy, she smirked cocklily at the way your eyes widened and your teeth clamped down into your lip at the sudden intrusion. Her fingers were drenched straight away, slipping into you with a curl she knew would make you moan the way you did. 

She sat up on her knees to watch you, breasts slightly bouncing with her rough movements, nails digging into the mattress. Her free hand stroked up your torso until her svelte fingers wrapped around your neck, pushing onto your throat in a way that had your eyes rolling back in your head. She squeezed in a controlled way, limiting your oxygen and letting it flow again.

With a circle drawn over your clit with her thumb you were cumming over her fingers, your hips bucked upwards, your back arched and your chest rose and fell in gasps of breath. Villanelle didn’t wait for you to recover before she forced her fingers past your lips, fucking them into your mouth as you cleaned yourself off her long digits.

She pulled them away with a string of saliva in tow once she was satisfied, flopping beside you on the bed, pulling a sheet over you both. The room was brightly lit from the sun through the large windows across from you, a breeze floating in through the net curtains. It gave perfect visibility to your naked upper half that she left uncovered, her own body still in her bra and underwear as she leant her head on her hand and danced her fingers over your bare skin.

“Come with me on my next trip.”

“Really?” You asked in surprise. Usually she left and came to you in England, or she flew you out to wherever she wanted to go - she’d even started to let you stay in her Paris apartment until she came back. But she’d never even suggested inviting you on one of her work trips. 

“Yes.” She nodded nonchalantly. “I think you’d enjoy it.”

“Where’s your next job?”

“Italy.”

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The levels of violence against a people whose ancestors were subjected to the largest forced migration in human history—in the belly of intercontinental slave ships—is shameful beyond words.

Richael Faithful

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Join us for the #SeriesTour

Series: Morally Questionable Series

Titles: My Name is Pink ~ Morally Corrupt ~ Morally Blasphemous ~ Morally Decadent

Author: Veronica Lancet

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

My Name is Pink

Pink—Femme Fatale

Artemis—Deadly Assassin

Bianca—Shy Socialite

All three have something in common–they love the same man. But can he love them all?

Theodore Hastings fucked Pink, married Bianca, and fought side by side with Artemis.

But this sick game of fuck marry kill is not that simple.

Not when all three are the same person.

Morally Corrupt

Bianca Ashby, a certified sociopath with an obsession for her husband, tries to juggle two lives - the demure NYPD Chief Commissioner wife, and the perfect Bratva assassin; all the while keeping her husband safe and blissfully unaware.

Morally Blasphemous

She was an angel born of hopes and dreams.

He was a monster forged in blood and sin.

Morally Decadent

She just wants to be free... in a world that thrives on her oppression.

He just wants control... of the one woman who would never submit.

This book explores questionable moral behaviors and includes graphic violence and adult situations that may trigger some readers. Please proceed with caution!

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[bayouinfused]

‪As a chemistry major, on fellowship as an undergraduate,‬

‪at LSU-BR, I laughed at my classmates who studied law.‬

‪#Year2020 has me humbly apologizing for not acknowledging their foresight.‬

‪#Insane and #MorallyCorrupt the law #Wins. ‬

‪#KeepALawyerAtYourSide‬

‪#Power‬

‪#BayouInfused‬

[accidentallactivist]

To The Thief That Stole My Package

To the Thief that stole my package,

I’m not sure what went through your mind when you saw a package on my doorstep that you decided you would take. Are you that desperate for money? Are you starving to eat? Are you strung out on drugs? Did you think you could sell whatever the contents were in that package to help whatever your situation is? 

I’m usually a very sympathetic person. I’m sympathetic to struggle. I’m sympathetic to being poor. I’m sympathetic to the hungry. I’m sympathetic to those addicted to drugs. I understand that sometimes we end up in life circumstances that we may have never envisioned, and I try to live my life without judging others. I am also aware that this may have been the actions of someone very young and stupid.

Your actions of stealing my package have much graver consequences than you would have envisioned, had you ever even stopped to think about consequences. While you may have envisioned scoring something really cool inside that package, maybe some flashy and obscenely priced sneakers, or something similar that would have been a wonderful addition to your wardrobe, or merely something to take to the nearest pawnshop in exchange for cash for your next fix.

But, no, you would not find the latest J’s. No name brand merchandise. No iPad, laptop, or electronic device. Disappointing, huh? Instead, you found a foam cooler inside the box that was inside the box. Odd, huh? When you proceeded to open the boxes enclosed you found an odd looking empty plastic container. If you didn’t know what it was the label would warn that it’s a sharps container for disposing of medical needles. Maybe this got you excited if you’re a drug addict, but your excitement would be short lived. As you proceeded to open the other boxes you discover a small box of alcohol pads. Then, inside that foam cooler, underneath at least two large icepacks you find another box with a weird looking name and a picture of a very odd looking needle. You might be questioning WTF is this? It’s not anything well known or advertised. Even many doctors in the medical community do not know what it is. So, maybe you were initially excited because maybe you could get high off it? It’s not an opioid or narcotic. Maybe you could sell it? But, after a little research you discover that it has absolutely no value to someone without my disorder/disease. There’s not a black market for this specialty medication. And, if there is you’d be HARD pressed to find it. And, if the icepacks weren’t a clue, this medication has to be refrigerated so the clock is ticking.

So what do you do with this package you stole that you can’t use and can’t sell? What a disappointment to you, huh?

Let me tell you about what that medication does for me. It helps me live. It helps me function. It helps me literally be able to get up in the morning. It helps me to LITERALLY be able to move my fingers, hands, wrists, arms, legs, knees, ankles. It helps protect my eyes from going blind. It helps prevent me from bleeding. It helps me be able to take care of my 13 month old baby and 6 year old. It helps me be able to hold my daughter, change her diapers, feed her food. It helps me be able to live as normal of a life as I can- drive my children to school and daycare so I can go to work to make a living to support my children because I’m a single parent. Without my medication I have to live in pain and not functioning and with the agony of worrying about taking care of and providing for my innocent children.

As is, my medication dosage does not last until my next injections. For the past week I’ve already been symptomatic and have been eagerly awaiting the delivery of that package so I can be given my VERY PAINFUL injections that take 24-36 hours to start working, to get my body back into a better functioning state for the next few weeks.

I was so tired and worn out that night and eager to get home to my injections. Instead, I arrived home to my package missing. In the 8 years of living at my address I have never had a package go missing. EVER. I get a lot of packages delivered because I do a lot of online shopping because I don’t have the time and many times the energy to physically do everything because of my illness.

I cried. As the tears were streaming down my face my 6 year old asked what was wrong and I told her someone stole my package that has my medication that keeps me healthy. My daughter got teary eyed. At her young age she’s had to deal with my illness, with mommy always going to the doctor, hospital, going to stay with Nana and Papa so they can help care for us when I’m too ill to do it on my own. She knows she doesn’t want her mommy sick. I tried to stop my tears from falling to be strong for her, but I couldn’t. Not that night. She sat quietly with me at the dinner table as I cried. She softly asked if maybe the mailman brought it to the wrong house? Then all we had to do was wait for the people at that house to bring it back. I told her that more than likely someone stole it. She didn’t understand why someone would steal it.

I spent an hour and a half on the phone with the postal delivery service and my insurance company trying to figure out what happened, because I still had hope that maybe, just maybe, it was delivered to the wrong house. Maybe the people who had it would realize it’s important and bring it back? I checked outside my house, around the perimeter, at least six times, each time thinking maybe I missed it. But, I knew I didn’t miss it. As I sat at the table explaining, giving confirmation numbers, insurance numbers, date of birth, address, over and over, I held in my tears as my left hand stopped moving- it was evident how badly I needed those injections. Then the tears started flowing as I worried that the insurance company would not deliver another dose/shipment because of the cost of the specialty medication. What would I do? Without my medication I knew what was going to happen, and it’s not pretty.

As I waited on hold here and there, while being transferred around I began to get angry. At first my anger was towards the person that stole my package. Then my anger turned to myself. How STUPID could I be to have a package delivered to my house?! So what that in 8 years I’ve never had a package go missing. I should have known better. I should have expected that people would steal my packages. Then I got even angrier that we live in a society with people that are so morally corrupt that the expectation should be that people are going to steal from you.

The postal delivery service did a package investigation and concluded that indeed they delivered my package to my house. As we suspected, someone came onto my property and stole my package. My regular postal delivery guy knows my house from all the packages he delivers and remembers dropping off this one. He suggested that I get a P.O. Box, and that’s what I’m going to have to do. An extra bill to pay, along with extra trips to the post office just because some people suck.

So, to the person that stole my package, at first I was furious with you. Furious and enraged. Your selfish act of stealing had a much larger impact than you ever would have thought about because you were too busy thinking about yourself. You have no right to take from others. Regardless of how bad your circumstances may be, *you have no right to steal from others*. If you need help, there are places to go for help, *my doorstep is not that place*. If you think your circumstances are bad now, just wait until you get caught. You may not get caught for stealing my package, but if you continue this you will eventually get caught. In the age of video surveillance you just never know when you and your vehicle will end up on camera. Does jail sound like a fun place to make your life circumstances better? You reap what you sow. If you want better for yourself do better for yourself. You know an easy way to start? Stop stealing.

[primalaska]

Trump’s build the Wall demand pushes the #Racism Hot Button of all the #maga #deplorables. Build the Wall means Trump is declaring to his base that he is the head White #Caucasian #Racist, that he alone will protect the #whitewomen from the brown and black #thugs headed North intent on Rape. Trump’s base hated #Obama because he was black, they love #Trump because he is #white and a blatant Racist. #makeamericagreat was a slogan used by the #KuKluxKlan, the red and white colors on the #maga hat are the same colors on the #Klan flag. #BuildtheWall screams protect the white women. The poor white farmers fought for the south in the US Civil War, and many died to protect Racism and #Slavery in the South. Racism is #Vile it is #Disgusting it is #MorallyCorrupt. I think that #Racists #Nazis #RacistSupporters and #TrumpSupporters are unfit to be my friend. I think that the battle against Racism is eternal and will never end....it is the ongoing never ending struggle against evil... https://www.instagram.com/p/B1lgd2iHN4w/?igshid=1je26a3r388f5

[dontsh0vethesun]

deadly desire au

Pairing - sugarmommy!Villanelle x morallycorrupt!reader

What starts off as an arrangement of sex and lavish gifts turns into something darker; a deadly blend of personalities. Sex, money and murder.

18+ : depictions of violence and murder, heavy smut, each part will be tagged accordingly

Part One - you're just like her

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