Monologue Clueless Novels & Stories

My voice reeked with displeasure at his ignorance. “Oh," he paused before playing it off, "I knew that." '"Liar," I was not fooled. "You are more clueless than a monkey." He chuckled and closed the link and I went to my office.

It was almost comical like I was straight out of one of those movies where the comedic relief was merely some poor assistant who was trying to juggle the world, whilst the savvy no-nonsense boss was spouting a bunch of stuff they somehow needed to remember when all their brain power was focused on not tripping over their own two feet and spilling all the clutter in their arms straight onto the floor. “Miss Laurence,” his voice cut through my thoughts as he sternly asked, “Are you even listening to me.” “Yeah of course I am listening to you, why wouldn’t I-” “Then tell me what I just said.” I grinned, “Easy, you just said, Tell me what I just said,” He was not amused. But I was and isn’t that

Even though her words meant for Ellon, In the end, her words were felt like she is talking to herself, She was in some trance. Something flashed in her mind, and she suddenly woke up, “See, I think I am poor at handling drinks, just a few glasses of drinks, and I am already blabbering something, let….let’s go. I want to go and sleep yawn. “ Monaacted as nothing happened, but her heart was pounding very fast. She scolded herself in her mind, ‘Why don’t my mouth have no filter? Whatever comes in mind already blurting out, what if he thinks I am crazy.’

I laugh at the comment and I reply amused “This morning I ask when you came back, I think he misses you…” he finished mockingly, he laughs and whispers “well it's time to give him what he wants... I'm back and I'm eager to play...” he gets up from the chair and approaches the door once there I stop him “Claus…” he turns to see me expectantly “don't trust yourself...” he laughs and answers sure “never…” * Chameleon: a person capable of impersonating many others depending on the requirements that are asked of him in a certain job.

His gaze, intense and unrelenting, bore into my face as though searching for a truth he refused to acknowledge. The room echoed with the haunting silence that followed Clyde's unexpected words. His unexpected remark lingered, leaving a perplexing puzzle in its wake, a riddle that tormented my thoughts. "Sometimes I wonder, if you really have no idea about who you truly are, or if you just pretend to save yourself," he mused cryptically, the weight of his words settling heavily in the space between us. It was an enigmatic statement, one that struck a chord of confusion within me, leaving me grappling with its elusive meaning.

Author's POV "Stupid!" Monica cussed under her breath as she climbed down the long series of spiraling stairs in fits of anger. "No one ever listens to me!" She was half convinced that driving her fist into the banisters of the stairs will justify her angry, but it wasn't her house in the first place, and she didn't want to make a fuss like a child stripped of her doll. She didn't want to be stripped of her doll. There would be grave consequences.

Was the only thing he could mutter out in the mind link. "I kind of figured that out, by your reaction." She replied in the mind link, "But you have to take things slow, she doesn't know of our kind." Huffing internally, a slight flush forming, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, giving Molly a subtle nod that he was ready, even though his whole body shook with excitement.

"You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?" Monica shrugged, her voice calm, "well, I had enough rest during the day and decided that I should hang out a little." Of course, Sly didn't believe her, "you are lying Monica, you followed me here," Sly exposed. Monica squinted her eyes, "what did you say? I can't hear you," Monica pretended to be drowned by the loud music in the background. She wasn't comfortable in the club but she was on a mission and couldn't give up just like that.

mom questioned The doctor chuckles. He smile weirdly. His lips cluster together. His slimy spittle gradually split at his lips continous clusters. He slowly rotate us all. He walks around us all. Our eyes and gaze only naively trail him, his movement, likewise his actions. We only eagerly await his next words. We all shake a common thought. We hope it clears our confusion and assist our understanding. "You're all taking this wrongly my queen" He pause He abandons us amidst little suspense.

The other Monk already told her he needs to be alone but the strong headed Claire walked straight in ignoring their warnings. “ The great and innocent monk of our time” Claire mumbled walking round the altar before stopping in front of him. Monk Martin noticed her presence immediately she walked in but he acted oblivious knowing she is here for drama and that he won't give her. “ I was not expecting you to reply, I am just here to have a talk with you” Claire mumbled kneeling in front of him Claire raised his chin up and he brought it down with his eyes closed and Claire slapped him immediately but Monk Martin did not flinch