Drop Dead Juliet Monologue Novels & Stories

"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."

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

My throat is hurting, did i shout more ? I can do this. Breath Cara, breath. You overcame this before, you survived. You can do it again. But who said i want to survive this time ? Who said i want to continue from here ? I have nothing left. I just want to die. I want his child to die. I want him to die. ~~~~~~ Alex's POV A Loud voice coming from outside the room pulled me out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat and shook whatever happened away as i made my way out to check it.

The Stone family had always been deeply grateful for what I had done for her. Now, I was gone, like smoke scattered in the wind. With her last shred of hope, Juliet picked up the voice recorder, praying for even the smallest clue about me. My voice came through, calm and gentle, just like my temperament. I delivered a blessing, yet it all felt so ironic. That was all—no cards, no other words, no farewell. Yet, strangely, it felt like everything that needed to be said had already been said. Juliet listened to the recording over and over again until there was nothing left to hear. On the final replay, she crushed the recorder in her hand.

Ding-Ding Nino takes out his phone nervously and cautiously after hearing the notice. However, all the expectations fade with just one single peek. Well, it is not surprising at all that it’s another rejection from the interview. He throws himself into the bed leaving the poor phone nowhere to be found in the mess, though it seems that he should be the poor one actually. Life sucks. Nino doesn't even remember how many times he has cursed his life ever since he started to find a job as he will graduate from college in months. The insecurity and anxiety are killing him, though all his classmates probably are experiencing the same.

You do with your body whatever you want. - Please. – Romeo whines. - What do you want me to think? - Don't talk to me like that. - I'm not telling you... - Julius shakes his head while tears of jealousy and anger run down his face - Call your father. Wake up the guards. I don't want to know anything else. I'd rather die than know that...

"My decision won't change. Even if you drop dead in front of me, I won't come back to you." With that, she turned and headed for the door. Caspian panicked. He hastily grasped her wrist and begged through tears, "Please don't leave me, Jules! I know I was wrong. Please, just give me one last chance. I'm begging you." Juliet shook him off and walked toward the door without a second thought. He tried to push himself up to chase after her, yet the moment he got to his feet, the world went dark. His body gave out, and he collapsed heavily onto the floor.

I repeat this to myself, laughing heartily at Jasper’s cruel attempt at a joke yesterday. I laughed right in their convincing faces then, at the Oscar-worthy tears that drenched Jasper's face, and the godforsaken snot that followed. God, he really must have given the cheap prank his best, expensive tricks. Juliet is not dead—I chant it to myself, again and again, until I can feel it in my heart that the words are true. She's a werewolf, and if I had somehow survived the explosion, then she did too. She had to have.

Your skin looks pale, your lips won't kiss me back when I kiss you, and I couldn't even feed you. Why? Why are you not opening your eyes? "You're so cruel, Juliet. You knew I couldn't die that's why you're playing with me. Fuck, I can't even follow you if you die. Dammit, don't leave me alone." "I beg you, please don't leave me in this horrible world." "I can't live without you. Please wake up, baby. Come back to me. I promise, I'll be good." Each day, I was begging you to open your eyes.

Before dawn, we would all be dead and that would be as a result of listening to Asher's advice. "Please don't tell me you believed what she said. If you did, then that makes you a more bigger fool. She remains here until we successfully get Ariel to take her stead." The soft whimpers of Juliet was nothing compared to the unshed tears I had bottled up deep inside on hearing the moans of my man and another woman. The pain was so excruciating and listening to Juliet whimper only increased my buried rage. "If you don't shut the fuck up, I will indeed kill you with my bare hands. You are lucky that today you did not meet your end. Next time you won't be."