Drop Dead Juliet Monologue Novels & Stories

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

The moment the curtains closed, the flame of hope that had just ignited within me was completely extinguished. All that remained was endless darkness and disappointment. "Dad, I'm not pulling a prank. Why won't you believe me? Why won't you just take a closer look? If you did, you'd see that this isn't a prank! Am I really such a bad kid in your eyes?" Heartbroken, I didn't want to deal with Dad anymore. I drifted alone outside the house all night. The freezing wind bit right through my soul, chilling me to the bone. I didn't dare get too close to my gruesome corpse, yet I desperately wanted to hug the poor, lonely self hanging there.

Enduring the numbness in my legs, I stood up and walked into the bedroom. Every now and then, I could hear the moans coming from the living room. After some time had passed, someone opened my bedroom door—it was Henry. He was naked from the waist up, and his voice sounded hoarse. "Go help Nina clean up," he said. This time, I didn't move. Henry frowned and snapped, "Don't make me repeat myself, Julia Sachs." I took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes. "Please let me go, Henry.

“What the hell did you do? You think you can just ruin me and walk away? Fix this, now!” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk, my tone as smooth as glass. “Zane, darling, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I paused, letting the silence stretch, knowing it would drive him up the wall. “Sounds like you’ve got yourself in quite the mess. If you’re so smart, why don’t you fix it yourself?”

"You are the one that I want, you're the one that my heart beats for. You're the one I dream of each day and drifting from you is killing me." "You and I have no other option but to do what's right so no one gets hurt." Juliet kneaded her jowls and she walked past him. Jansen felt a lump in his throat staring at her walking away. 8:05 in the frenzied sundown. Jansen hunched in a bar sipping a tumbler of liquor. A bottle of liquor stood on his table along side a pair of glinting glass cup. He sat across the table with Robbie. Radiant glowingly bulbs rotated in the glossy ceiling illuminating the room.

***** [Juliette’s POV] Someone’s crying. I can hear it. My fingers feel damp. Can it be Ralph? I told him not to cry. A big guy like him shouldn't shed tears like this. Isn’t he the Devil? “Oh my God! Ms. Julie? She’s moving! Her fingers, they’re moving! Look, Agatha!” “Get the doctor, Thomas!” “Right away!” Noise. It’s noisy. I need to tell them to quiet down. “Agatha! Ms. Julie wants to say something!”

When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, deprived of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. JULIET Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. There was not a peep in the house, the entire crowd riveted, as Juliet sat alone in her bedroom, took out

My Juliet. Thankfully, she came awake with a cough, her brown eyes locking onto mine. I rush to her, pushing her ash-covered locks away from her face. “Don’t scare me like that again. Juliet. I thought I was going to have to join you in death sooner than planned,” I half-heartedly joked. It might have come across as a joke, but I’m also positive Shakespeare’s tragedy would have been made real. I would have walked into those flames without thinking it through. I’m that impulsive. She couldn’t talk, but I could read her lips. “Yes, Juliet. I did save you. I’ll always save you.”

Dominic’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he watched the scene unfold before him. **Lily (as Juliet),** her voice soft and pleading: My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? “I have not yet heard a hundred words From that tongue’s speech, yet I recognize the sound. Are you not Romeo, and a Montague?”

"To see me wilting? Getting uglier? Dying?" "No," Jules shook his head. "Just to see you. Now can you please look at me?" A long minute passed before she finally dragged her gaze towards him. Jules felt an ache somewhere inside his chest at the sight of her eyes welling up with tears. He sat up and looked down directly from above. "That's it," he murmured smiling. "Here's the only deep waters I won't mind drowning in." Venus half laughed, rolling her eyes. "You're so ridiculous."