Good Female Monologues From Movies Novels & Stories

By the time she regained her wits, Monica had stormed out of her office. "Poor Moni...what will happen when you find out that the other slut trapped Leo and has a child for him"Martha muttered disdainfully, she didn't understand how these street girls used their charms to trap the rich and well-refined men. Vivienne was the clever one to have trapped Victor Ellison. A man every woman desires Thinking up to here, Martha's eyes narrowed into slits. The sound of cracking knuckles showed nothing but rage. Her expression morphed into an unpleasant one as she reached for her phone from the desk and dialed a number.

“Although I do enjoy a good flower garden.” “True, but you are no longer most.” She whispers. A gentle reminder that knowing your place is not always an issue of submission. “Pity, I enjoy a beautiful garden.” I say, an actress adapting my lines. “Yes! A pity.” Monica echos. A subtle reassurance.

Businesses much more important than their only daughter's life. "I have to do it...." She responded in a whispery tone,fiddling with her fingers in a lowered countenance. "You and I very well know that you're not in good shape to act in this movie." "I've made my decision,Jane." She pursed her lips. "Even if I have no reason,I have to show Gray I'm not weak. Everyone already knows Gray and I are no longer together and if I drop this shoot or any other movie I've signed up for,if I go out to see some counselor about my emotional problems,then everyone,Gray,will call me weak. I'm the lady in movies were people know me as a bad ass,strong,independent but in real life...I'm just a weak,broken w

as she glares like an invitation to play slip and slide bare foot in her puddle of blood oh she made me ***** my cherry red **** having a nervous breakdown from apoplectic horror gasms a dose of heavens hell i want her she is voluptuous like a dozen venomous snakes copulating in warm soup dark water everglades she is slither theater curdling screams then muggling ******* brought on by the first belly stab falling to her knees looking up shocked mouth gaping eyes wide grinning glance steady holding holding holding the belly cut a cacophonous modern dance of agony followed by rapturous convulsing ******* that went on and on and on get a bat she implored she is a real ******* movie star the Gre

"I don't feel like changing!" Tracing her fingers on varieties of the pretty gowns showcased in front of her, she spoke with her mono flat tone. Her eyes had a hint of secrecy. "You must be tired of travelling, let's make it next time... go and rest Diana!" Soon turning towards the woman with her plain suspicious expressions, Genelia spoke in a convincing tone. "Well I am not tired!" Diana replied with her eyes sparkling, her hands touched the gowns hanging for her to choose, biting her lips she seemingly was excited and happy.

“Oh my gawd, oh my gawd! I know! Let me give you a makeover!” “A makeover? Like those ones you see in the corny teen movies? The one where a popular kid takes the nerdy girl and suddenly makes her beautiful and popular, letting her get the hottest guy in school.” I've seen Clueless and She's All That. That shit doesn't happen in real life. I would love a Pretty Woman moment, where after a nice change of clothes I have Richard Gere facing his fear of heights to climb my fire escape with a rose in his mouth. But I am forced to face reality and I know that shit isn't fucking happening.

Another strand of hair fell across her upturned button nose and this time Diana slipped it behind her ear for her. “Everything will be okay,” Diana said. “Please, don’t think about it. I know that’s easier said than done. But just empty your head. Let it all just disappear. Look out the window and watch things go by. Think about those things. I’m here, Jules. Think about the movie, okay? Clueless will rock. We love funny stuff, right? Do you remember when we saw Mrs. Doubtfire? That movie was hilarious. Oh, what was that line? Ah . . . ‘Layla, get back in your cage! Don’t make me get the hose!’” Julia couldn’t help it. She giggled.

“Do you have any guns in here? The bad guys always have one on their person and several in their cars.” “You watch too many movies, and the bad guy? Really? That’s very sexist.” I raise my hands in the air in mock surrender, “Bad woman. Do you have guns in here, bad woman?” This time she sighs, as if dealing with a child far too demanding for her attention. I don’t mind, I feel more relaxed around her than I did with grandma. “Do you do that often? Cry under the rain?” I ask her, stealing a glance at her, her posture is still very perfect, I wonder about her, how she managed to perfect it, it couldn’t have been easy.

Watch the teaser below. What the fuck? I click the teaser. She’s in a studio. Hair combed back like a damn news anchor. Eyes glazed with crocodile tears. A well-fitted dress that screams “wealthy, wronged woman.” There’s soft music. The camera pans dramatically. A narrator’s voice says, “She lived in silence. Manipulated. Heartbroken. Used. But now… she speaks.” I grip my glass so tight I think it might shatter. She speaks? About what?

She whispered the last part. “We fucked a few times, he gets me good privileges at the club. You know I love partying," Gigi shrugs, as if she just said the most normal thing in the world. "Perks of being hot," I chuckle, wishing I had an ounce of her confidence. "You know what, Mona, God is really smart," she says. “He knew not to make a mistake, because if he had given me a face like yours? Damn!” “Hahaha, you're flattering me.”