Monologue Clueless Novels & Stories

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

In a sarcastic tone, she asked, "My, my. Don't you think your attitude changed a little too quickly, Ms. Lewis?" Dad pointed at the video that he played on the phone before asking coldly, "Now that the truth is out, do you have anything else to say?" Lisa gulped. Her eyes flickered as she made a final attempt at weaseling her way out of this. "I was just joking around with my roommates, Chancellor Stewart. You can't help Celia bully me just because you're her father, right?"

“You would think this demeanor that you've kept on is meant to protect you from me but it won't. I know you better than you know yourself Audrey. And this right here is the perfect definition of Madness. You don't even know what the f*** you're talking about any just come here ranting bulshit. this is you being stupid. This is exactly what I keep telling you about. This is exactly why I tell you that you are much lower than us. Your f****** work less. you are…” “ I have heard of those insoles before. I have listened to them and crammed them in my mind. but that's not where my question lies. and I certainly have not come here to listen to you beat about the bush. You know what I'm asking you

Instead, she was calmly speaking with several industry executives, her expression thoughtful rather than angry. "She's not done," Angela murmured, watching Monroe's composed demeanor. Clara followed her gaze and frowned. "You're right. That's not the face of someone who just lost. That's someone already planning their next move." As if sensing their scrutiny, Monroe looked directly at Angela across the ballroom. Her smile was small but unmistakable—not the expression of someone who'd been defeated, but rather someone who'd just gathered valuable intelligence about their opponent. Monroe approached one final time, her voice pitched low enough that only Angela and Clara could hear. "Very impre

Pl-please come here. Audio 3: (Sobbing) I'm stupid, aren't I? I know you're not in Bloomcrest. You're somewhere alone with Claire as you wanted to be… Away from all of us. B-but son… I can't stop thinking about yo…. Aahhhh. (Loud scream and the audio went quiet)

Clara unconsciously clapped her palms against her lips, shocked and terrified for Monalisa as she saw her desperation to kill herself. “Stop it Monalisa, this isn’t working,” Clara cried out, gesturing for her to stop as her wounds kept closing up after she stabbed herself. “No Clara, I cannot live like this,” Monalisa cried, still stabbing herself even though it wasn’t working. “Stop it Monalisa, it's not working, can’t you see, killing yourself is not working,” Clara cried, gesturing with her hands for her to see how her wounds still closed up even after she stabbed herself.

My hands, which I had clenched tightly around the edge of the counter, trembled ever so slightly. I tried to speak, tried to form words that would reclaim even an ounce of dignity, but my voice was brittle. “I—I’m not… desperate,” I managed, though it sounded like a lie even to my own ears. My lips quivered, betraying me further. Monalisa tilted her head slightly, a faint, calculating smile ghosting across her features. “Not desperate?” she murmured, as if tasting the word before letting it hang in the air. “No, no, not desperate at all. You are simply… negotiating your survival. Clever. Admirable, even.” Her eyes glinted with something sharp and cruel, and I felt as though she were dissecti

" You know you are full of known things before anybody does and you make it seem like you are clueless. Meanwhile you do know every single thing. I can't believe that I'm slowly getting my life back and things are finally going my way for a change." "Please look surprised. " " Don't brief me Daniel's not the only one who can pull serious faces and impassive blocks. I can do the same when I can do it better. " " I see. Don't let him hear you say that. Are you ready for tomorrow? "

This really caused Samuel to become extremely helpless. As time went by, Samuel was soon surrounded by the six monkeys. The six long sticks kept coming and going, making Samuel jump. However, although he jumped, Samuel still observed the six monkeys' positions in a hurry. But honestly speaking, the more he looked at it, the more dazzling Samuel became. The more he looked, the more he was forced into a dead end. "Your mouth is so hard that it's useless. Only those who have the ability are useful." The voice appeared appropriately. Although it sounded normal, it was so normal that anyone who heard it felt deeply humiliated.

That is the last thing on my mind. I scoffed and walked away to check on the things that I had been preparing. "How is she going to see this?" I soliloquize. I'm a bit scared I Know, but she will do it soon. In no time my company will keep her going. "When did you start talking to yourself, or are you seeing someone I am not seeing?" Chloe looked around trying to get what was going on. I found that funny even if it wasn't in any way so fun "I am....."The doorbell rang.