Monologue Clueless Novels & Stories

bored by Monica's descriptions. This one has many more alterations needed, and Monica pins and tapes, hoping she can get everything done. She was muttering to herself as Monica works, nearly forgetting that Chloe is even a real person since she’s gone silent again. “I will make your outfits look amazing. Don’t worry. You will win because of me,” she says after a long while. Monica looks up in shock, and she winks at Monica cockily. Wow. She is an arrogant bitch, isn’t she? But Monica sees nothing but certainty in her eyes. She thinks Monica could give her greasy pizza boxes to wrap around her body and she would still think she could rock them. Monica wishes Monica had that much confidence, o

Alan working out on the treadmill. She had always complained coldly that he was being too noisy, but she couldn't help secretly looking up at him every so often while she worked. Eight years had passed, but time didn't seem to have left many marks on him. He was still as handsome as he had been in college. Only, for some reason, the smile on his face had grown rarer and rarer. Bianca shifted glumly and lay down. Then, something dug into her. When she got up and looked, it was a watch. Bianca almost didn't recognize it anymore.

"Too generic. Give it weight. Give it a hint of humility that feels earned, not performed." Clara cleared her throat, shifting her expression to one of soft, quiet confidence. "Marcus, it's been too long. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about the responsibility of my position." Julian paused, his gaze calculating. "Acceptable. But the phrase 'doing a lot of thinking' is a cliché. It sounds like a line from a rehab brochure. Replace it with something more active. Something that suggests a shift in priority."

“So this is your so-called pure love and hard work, Jace? This is your so-called true love? Wake up. She was only using you as a stepping stone. You were just too stupid to see it.” With that, I stood up and brushed my hands together. “Alright, the show’s over. I’m going home to sleep.” I turned and walked away. Quincy followed behind me in silence. At the door, I stopped and looked back at him. “Thanks. You did well today.” Quincy looked at me. A faint smile appeared on his lips. “No problem. By the way, that video. You didn’t hack into the school system to get it, did you?” I raised an eyebrow.

Geoffrey snorted coldly and made a gesture with his hand. Pete immediately stepped forward, placed a laptop on the coffee table, and played a video. The footage was grainy, but after technical enhancement, it was clear enough to tell that it was a recording from the hospital stairwell. In the footage, Paige made no attempt to pull me to safety. On the contrary, the moment I turned, she shoved me hard with both hands. Cyrus stared at the screen, his face draining of all color. "This... This is..." "This is footage from a blind spot in the surveillance," Geoffrey said icily. "Your own flesh and blood was killed because of an evil woman like her, and now you stand here accusing Mel of being agg

Wilson shouted at the horned-monkeys for the umpteenth time. He was furious and the monkeys seemed not to care, but continued to bounce on the tree branches and chattered noisily, obviously mocking him. His instincts were trying to tell him something but he was to upset to think clearly. As he prepared to try his luck again, a loud voice stopped him. "You must be like the stupidest person on Earth! Do you think you can outsmart one of the smartest beast species to ever exist by letting your anger cloud your sense of judgement?"

I felt down, so I drank more alcohol than usual. “Clara, tell me,” I asked, feeling a bit tipsy, “why am I so stupid? Why don’t I know anything?” Clara quickly reassured me, “No way. You’re not stupid. I think you’re very good.” “That’s because you’re stupid like me,” I muttered, feeling a bit sorry for myself. “Hey, I’m comforting you!” Clara retorted, playfully offended. “Don’t drag me down with you.” I sighed and told her about the tie clip, how Kayden received a gift from Monica.

A wicked grin adorned Joseph's handsome face as he said, "I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase." "What phrase?" "Being too clever can be your own undoing," he replied. Chloe was still unsure about this and asked, "Are you absolutely certain about this?" Such matters seemed simple on the surface, but in reality, they required a profound understanding of human nature and the ability to discern the other person's mind. Joseph proudly lifted his chin and said, "Just watch."

DEALING WITH A PROBLEM ~MONICA’S POV~ Richard had that smug look plastered on his face, the same one he wore when he thought he was cleverer than me. It made my teeth grind. “Are you seriously this clueless?” I snapped, unable to stop the words from flying out. “Do you have a screw loose, or is it just rust rattling in that empty head of yours?” He blinked at me like I was being unreasonable. “What’s your problem, Monica?” His tone was calm, too calm—like he’d already decided I was overreacting.

Anastasiya Van Houten “That’s your problem Agent Twelve, you never know when to quit” Was that his villain monologue or his epic reveal speech? Should I fall to my knees and curse the heavens because a totally irrelevant Brutus finally showed his true colors—the same ones I spotted a mile away? Honestly, the audacity of filler characters these days.