Drop Dead Juliet Monologue Novels & Stories

"What does that mean?" "It means I decide when. Not you." She stepped closer, close enough that I caught her perfume, floral and expensive and strange against the smell of asphalt and cut grass. "You're going to walk into that theater every single rehearsal and play Juliet like some poor dying little martyr, and I'm going to sit three feet away watching you do it. The whole time, you'll know I could end you with one sentence whenever I feel like it." "You'd actually use something like this?" "I'd do a lot of things you don't think I'm capable of." Her smile didn't reach her eyes at all. "See you at rehearsal, Juliet. Try not to faint again. Bad for the brand."

Juliet had no way to respond but say the word of confirmation. "Yes." "He died." Jaden said not in query but more of a statement of a fact. "Yes. Our son is dead, Jaden!" These were the last calm words of Juliet before she crumpled on the ground. The last of her strength was taken away from her as she let go of the tough disguise that she had borne since she heard the news of her son's death. Juliet cried and her tears would drop but they would all evaporate in tiny embers before they could land on the rough heated floors.

“Common, we both know alex loves you so much. Of course, he would be thrilled to hear about the news. I think today would be the last day in confinement. Now imagine him getting out of his mourning days to take his rightful place as the boss . Now matching this good news you have of him, he will be thrilled, hayle. I need you to take your mind off whatever doubtful aspect it is that you have your mind drowned in. A sigh escaped my lips while I ran my palms into my face. In a desperate attempt not to break character, I couldn't make a fool of myself; otherwise, with all that on the line, we had one shot at this, and it had better be the best one I could concur. “I'm sorry, Juliet. I really am

Juliet’s POV Walking towards the stage, I took a deep breath. The shining bulbs, the music playing, the chattering, and the glamour surrounded me. The eyes of lustful men traced my every move, their gazes running over my body. “Come on, Juliet!” Daphne's excited call snapped me out of my trance. I sighed, grabbing the pole as I lifted my weight, swirling around it, my body syncing with the music. The men approached the stage, tossing money at me. Seeing the pile of cash, I pushed harder, stripping more, following the beats. One hand guided me on the pole while the other traced down my exposed legs, moving rhythmically. I bit my tongue, twisting and turning, doing everything I could.

I don't mind dying with you" "What? "I mean...I don't mind dying as long as you're by my side" "Funny Gavin. That's'cause you're sure that I'll die too" "Goodness, you ruined the mood" "Don't try to play Romeo and Juliet right now, I'm so frustrated"

"Hayden..." "I'm so scared, Jules," I choke out. "I'm so fucking scared of losing her. I'm trying—I'm trying so hard. I'm trying to be the man she deserves instead of the monster I was. But what if it's too late? What if she's already gone?" My shoulders are shaking now. I'm trying not to break down. It feels like I'm choking. Juliet doesn't say anything at first. She just shifts and pats her lap the same way she used to when Dad's belt had left welts across my back and I couldn't sit down.

Then Adrian began, voice smooth and confident. > “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.” The words rolled off his tongue like they’d been written for him. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, steady and intense, like I was the only person on that stage. When it was my turn, my voice came out softer than I intended. > “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” A few people actually sighed. My cheeks burned as I glanced toward the audience — Asher sat near the middle row, jaw clenched, eyes sharp. Chloe was beside him, her smile too sweet to be real.

Only I am allowed to break her. But on the outside, I walked toward her, my pride a shield. "Juliet," I looked down at her. "Still wasting your time with these useless weeds?" I wanted to see her cry. To see her beg. To see her regret everything. But she just looked up calmly. "Saving lives is never pointless." Damn it, how could she be so calm? "Saves lives?" I scoffed, my words cruel by design. "What can you save with your little bottles and jars? Without a pack's protection, you're nothing."

“You said it yourself yesterday, didn’t you? If something happened…” “If it were me, you would cancel it.” “No, Olivia, I can’t,” Julian said, lowering his head and avoiding her gaze. “I only said that to teach her a lesson.” “I’ve always seen you as my sister…” “My bloodbound consort is Bella. It will always be Bella.” Olivia stared at him in disbelief, tears welling up again. My soul heard his confession, but my heart felt nothing. Julian, I’m already dead. Your love is too little, and it came far too late.