Clueless Script Novels & Stories

Without a second thought, I left the room, leaving Claire inside. - "Damn, dude. Are you sure about that?" Daniel asked with a bit of doubt, I picked up the phone and called Daniel immediately, as soon as my feet hit the bottom of the stairs. I'm in a terrible situation and need his help. I'm lost in a sea of doubt because of a storm in my mind's depths. The confusing puzzle in front of me has cast a shadow over my thoughts, leaving me confused and unsure of what to do. The weight of not knowing what to do weighs heavily on my tired soul as I try to figure out what to do. When I saw Claire in the early hours, I had a profound realization that helped me understand why she wasn't willing to te

I had no clue. XXX

Am I in. "Do you get dizzy often?" A woman in lab coat asked me. I guess I'm in clinic. I looked at her confused. " When was your last menstrual period?" She questions again. "Huh?" I was so lost on what was happening. "Pfft looks like she's not even aware of anything." Um what was your first clue? " Excuse me?" I question " You're pregnant" she break the news to me fast. " What?" I seem to have lost it.

"Max, we are going to parse the code and identity of Specter. The program is already running, and we will have the result in ten minutes." Max was excited and sneezed. Claus looked at him helplessly and said, "You shouldn't come to work if you have flu."

Lance lovingly poured out his feelings. "Uh, oh... I think we have a problem." Claire suddenly stated. Lance frowned in return, while looking curious. "Huh? What do you mean?" "The words that coming out from your mouth feels like it came out from a manuscript, Lance. You look and sound more like a scriptwriter so would you like to replace me instead?" Claire jokes around, while giggling. ================================

Claus reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed Carol's number. Since the gunfire at their former hideout, Carol has not reached out to them. He is beginning to become worried too. The phone rang, and Claus held his breath. After what felt like an eternity, Carol's voice filled the airwaves, and he finally spoke the words that would set their perilous journey into motion. Claus knew he couldn't be too explicit over the phone. "Carol," Claus said, his voice low and controlled. "I've found the clue - 'nueve' and a date attached to it. The casino address is in play."

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

Too small to carry something so monstrous. Lucien stood beside me, his arms folded tightly across his chest, every muscle drawn tight like a loaded weapon. Clara’s voice broke the silence: “We scanned every neural feed. No anomalies. No spikes. But it’s in there. I can feel it. A whisper in the code.” “How do we find out which one?” I asked. Clara hesitated. “We can’t. Not without risking full awakening.” “So we’re blind.” “Not blind,” she said. “Just... uncertain.”

YOU READY? He stared at the message for a long moment. Then typed back: > I’ve never been more ready. --- The next morning, Clara stood before the bathroom mirror, brushing her hair slowly. Her reflection was pale, tired—but alive. For the first time in a long time, she felt purpose humming beneath her skin. Not fear. Not confusion. Determination. Her phone lit up with another message. This time, from an unknown number. > THEY’RE CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. TRUST NO ONE.

“yes, I cleared the cleared the first set. So, I am here for the second.” “From this record, you have cleared everything.” Clara's greedy instinct pulled in. She taps her head gently 6 times, acting like she had forgotten.” “Oh. Oh. Oh. I forgot…” “The first receipt on my monitor has, Clara. But the second has no name.” “No name?” Clara retorted. “Yes, ma’am, no name.” “That's fine. I forgot to.. add that. Thanks for your time. We should check out soon. Thank you.” ****