Novel & Cerita Clueless Monologues

mom questioned The doctor chuckles. He smile weirdly. His lips cluster together. His slimy spittle gradually split at his lips continous clusters. He slowly rotate us all. He walks around us all. Our eyes and gaze only naively trail him, his movement, likewise his actions. We only eagerly await his next words. We all shake a common thought. We hope it clears our confusion and assist our understanding. "You're all taking this wrongly my queen" He pause He abandons us amidst little suspense.

Logan stood before Katie's front door, nervously shuffling from one foot to another, taking a look at the neighborhood she lived in, it was a quaint quiet street, with cookie cutter homes, manicured lawns and the sense of community amongst the neighbors. Finally having the courage, he knocked on her door, taking a moment to compose himself, waiting for her to come, he knew she was at home, with his werewolf hearing he could hear the distinct cry of a baby.

she interrogated. "Excuse me? Did you ask me a question?" A random woman stopped walking and glared at her, brows raised due to her confusion. "Did I know you?" Clara returned from reality and gave a fake smile to a tall woman while slightly shaking her head. She hid her mouth using her hands as she didn't know the woman would hear such. "I mean, I am talking to myself, not you. My bad," said Clara. She then turned and walked away from the woman and went back to her car. As she hopped inside, she exhaled a deep sigh and was clueless about what she could do further. Either she would stop and think Daphne was fine or continue finding her to find out what happened.

The next hour blurred into a cycle of polite conversations and controlled chaos. “Welcome, we’re so glad you made it…” “Yes, we can adjust your room…” “No, the ocean view hasn’t been reassigned…” “Of course, we’ll send someone to assist…” It felt rehearsed, like stepping into a script I didn’t remember learning but somehow knew by heart. Every smile felt so fake. Every word measured. And still, underneath it all, something felt off…like the entire house was balancing on something fragile. “Stop thinking so much,” Claire whispered when we finally stepped aside near the hallway.

“And I can be uhh ...fun. You are not alone. You have access to all amenities.” “Right,” Claudine muttered, running a hand through her hair, sighing. “Just me, and the army of invisible helpers. Fantastic. At least it’s not a dog-eat-dog world here, just a cat-and-mouse one, with me as the mouse, no doubt.” She sighed again. “Well, since Hades decided to play world traveler without telling his royal consort, I suppose I’ll explore his kingdom. Does this place have a secret bunker? Or maybe a room full of puppies? Something to make this abandonment feel less... pointless?”

Camellia nodded in agreement, being clueless after being asked three times is a sign of a mediocre doctor. Edward's cold gaze swept over Antonio, "I'm afraid you're clueless after being asked five times." Everyone fell silent. Edward, you're quite sharp. Antonio laughed casually, "This is not an illness, being clueless after being asked five times is normal, our expertise differs, there's no need to compare." Edward sipped his coffee, unfazed, "Pleading ignorance." Antonio smiled calmly, took a sip of red wine, and everyone fell silent. The atmosphere was truly eerie.

I push. He remains confused, blinking for a moment as if fishing his mind for clues. Clues I gladly give him. "Not that leaving itself is the problem. It is how you do it- without a word," I pressed, "I have no wolf, remember? I cannot sense when you leave. So... oftentimes, I remain oblivious and keep the conversation, only to realize I'm talking to myself." I watch his expression dissolve into that of understanding, then acknowledgment, then something more peculiar, a shade of embarrassment.

Clara had always been a little private, a little hard to read. But as the hours turned into a full day, and the day began slipping into another, I felt something colder creeping in beneath my rational thoughts began to settle in his chest. I replayed our last conversation over and over, searching for something I might have missed. I tried calling again. Straight to voicemail. I didn’t even bother leaving a message this time. What was I supposed to say that I hadn’t already said in the last five voicemails? Each one had grown a little more strained, a little less casual.

Pl-please come here. Audio 3: (Sobbing) I'm stupid, aren't I? I know you're not in Bloomcrest. You're somewhere alone with Claire as you wanted to be… Away from all of us. B-but son… I can't stop thinking about yo…. Aahhhh. (Loud scream and the audio went quiet)