Monologue Clueless นิยาย & เรื่องราว

was the man's simple reply while he was lost in his own trance of self hate and horror, "Now she'll pick up from where her father left off." Why didn't those words come out before he sighed the darn paper. Monica was just as confused as the others were. Was he losing it? "And what do you mean by that," an English accent bathed Monica's question to the King of England, angry and impatient. She searched the gazes of the lads on her side, realising they shared the same confusion. The man gathered what seemed to be enough breath for speech. While he leaned forward, he tapped his fingers upon his desk, possibly thinking of a way out of this.

I fall silent, and my mind repeats my words in my mind. What the heck, what did I say? Seriously, I just blurted that out from nowhere and even so naturally. Clive is also looking at me, although I can’t actually read his thoughts at all. Is he going to tease me for it? However, the man is still staring at me like his soul has left him, and I am so shocked by what I said. I gave a dry cough to try to get rid of the awkward feeling in the room caused by my loud mouth. Then I pretended to laugh as well.

I repeated, my voice a little more forceful this time, hoping she'd buy it. But Mona was no fool. Her sharp eyes bored into me, as if trying to uncover every lie I was spewing. She wasn’t going to let this go so easily. "Really?" Mona smirked, eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "Funny how I haven’t seen you act this... mysterious before. Normally, you’re so transparent. But today? It’s like you’ve got a secret you’re trying to keep from me. What is it? You don’t actually think I’d let you go without knowing where you’re headed, do you?"

I shouted for him to tell me again, keeping my eyes on the cycling clowns, but no matter how hard I listened, I couldn't hear the words. The movements of the clown pedaling the unicycle became more sporadic until it seemed he was trying to run me over. As one, their faces watched me, staring. Abruptly, sounds erupted from their mouths, like a thousand buzzing wasps, but I still couldn't make out what they said. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and covered my ears. One voice cut through the sounds of the others, and I heard it as clearly as though I spoke it - ***

Clifford cleared his throat as he started the speech. "Thank you everyone for coming. I love you all, and I appreciate you all for putting effort to show up here. I have a very important revelation for all of you. I know I am a bad person, but I hope you all will forgive me after all of this revelation?" Clifford asked. Everyone stared at him as if he spoke in another language. Henry and Mary were the most confused people present at the table. "Let me take you through the revelation from the very start."

I went to it, squatted low, and made to pull it open. There were a few gasps from behind me, legs shuffling back, Clinton's voice rose in fear, “Master, we are not sure what it is really. Master, wait, it could be a bomb, wait”. I chuckled, “Death has nothing on me, I will choose to die when I want to, not when God wants me to, for I am one man that defies all. Nothing defies me”, I announced and Clinton let out a sigh. “What bothers me more is that you all fail to remember that, you all fail to remember who I am and who I will always be”, I barked out.

"I don't feel like I'm thriving. I feel like I'm drowning." "Then we'll throw you a life preserver." Seren's grin was sharp. "That's what friends are for." --- The crisis came to a head during a council meeting at the palace. Clara stood in front of the assembled nobles, her heart pounding, her palms sweaty. She'd prepared a speech—she'd spent hours on it, honing every word. But now that the moment had come, she couldn't remember a single thing. "Speak, Miss Quinn," one of the nobles said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Tell us why we should believe in your vision for the kingdom."

I've just recently found out that I was switched at birth. Anthony Jefferson, the person who was raised in my place, and I end up joining an academic game show together—but he encourages everyone to ostracize me. "Sorry, Noah, but everyone on our team has a postgraduate degree. I don't think you'll fit in with us," Anthony says. Immediately, all the other contestants refuse to form a team with me. In fact, scathing remarks about me flood the internet, making me go viral. "Why did a brainless pretty boy like Noah Jefferson join an academic game show? He's obviously going to drag his teammates down!" "I heard he just returned to the family after spending his entire life in the countryside

ELOISE The commotion was deliberately loud and successfully caught the attention of the floor. “Have you lost your mind?” Monica snapped, clutching her wrist as coffee spread across the polished floor. “Why did you shoved me?” “I didn’t even touch you,” I said, my tone was rather calm. “How dare you lie!” Claire cut in. “I've witnessed it with my own eyes! I had just called you out for your mistakes! and you got physical on my friend?”

Claire freezes in her seat, her sharp inhale bouncing off the walls. Across the table, Mr. Montessori’s face loses all its colour. He’s as pale as a ghost. Satisfied with their reaction, I lift my chin and forge on; “You’re also telling me that your family is not using Montessori Finance as a front to conceal your weapons and drugs trafficking business?” Claire’s pen clatters to the table. Mr. Montessori doesn’t move or breathe. He just sits still, like I’ve pressed a gun to his head.