Monologue Clueless Novels & Stories

"You already heard me say it, why keep on repeating it." "Cause I want to understand it!" She bellowed, loud. Laughing out. "Oh my God. Oh my God!" "C'mon Cleo... Stop it." She only laughed some more, "I want to, but...oh my God! I cannot believe what I'm hearing. Virgin/ chaste/celibate Alina Monroe is craving sex! WOW." "This isn't funny," I grumbled, looking around for a bit. Conscious of our environment. Someone might hear her.

"Your system truly possesses a mysterious, completely unbothered brand of self-confidence!" Lulu shot her a sharp glare. "Chloe. Bishop." Yet Chloe only laughed even louder, her voice echoing brightly across the pits. "Hahaha..." The Misunderstanding Exploited As Donald Jay approached the staging area, Chloe's bright, uninhibited laughter drifted straight into his ears. He smoothly leaned his tall, athletic frame downward to close the distance. "What exact corporate matter has driven your system to laugh this happily?" An unfamiliar man’s voice suddenly echoing right beside her ear caused Chloe to instantly wipe the smile from her face. She snapped her head around, her clear eyes tracking Do

“Jesus, Stephen, no. That's not what I'm saying. You're hearing this all wrong. You're-” “Ah,” I drawled. I sucking In a breath through my clenched teeth, smacking my hand on my thigh loud enough to make Clyde flinch a bit. I chose not to acknowledge it, opting to continue my vocalized internal monologue instead, “so you think I'm stupid then? Clyde, darling, I don't think that's any better.” “I'm not calling you stupid, Stephen. For fuck's sake just listen to me,” he snapped.

Sticky eyes made her lazy. ["Heeii...Miss, wake up!"] Monica's shrill voice made Adine's ears ring as she instantly moved the smart, flat object away from her ear. "Noisy! It's still early to disturb people!" grumbled Adine. [Monica] "Hey, Miss, look at the wall clock; what time did you go to bed last night? Perhaps Dominik didn't let you sleep?"] The sound of giggling instantly echoed from the other side.

I push. He remains confused, blinking for a moment as if fishing his mind for clues. Clues I gladly give him. "Not that leaving itself is the problem. It is how you do it- without a word," I pressed, "I have no wolf, remember? I cannot sense when you leave. So... oftentimes, I remain oblivious and keep the conversation, only to realize I'm talking to myself." I watch his expression dissolve into that of understanding, then acknowledgment, then something more peculiar, a shade of embarrassment.

Jack felt like a stupid fool, as if he made a very stupid mistake. He looked at everyone watching him with an expectant face, and in many of them, mocking smiles began to be drawn. Jack thought that he should say something immediately, and when he opened his mouth, my words came out in another frequency. In his head, they were so slow that he had to tell them multiple times to be heard, but really they just sounded like a silly stutter. “Ah… Hello… Me and me…” No idea could be reproduced clearly, but suddenly his eyes fell on hers. This made the other’s chuckle at him.

he's just fooling himself because there's no way that the audience is going to buy his words. "You all should please relax!". The MC added and then a text message suddenly popped up on the screen. "I have something urgent to take care of, and just so you know….. the urgent thing I have to take care of is to settle one of my models because she insisted that I should give my entire designs to her. Hahaha….. I'm just kidding…. I'm going to be on stage in an hour". The text stated. All those who read the text that was already imprinted on the flat-screen TV all laughed due to the joke that Edward had written that involved a model.

asked Madame Claire, “Are you brain dead? You must have gone insane. Why don’t you just tell us that you own Thousand Miles Conglomerate? Get out of our home now before you spread your craziness around here!” Alex glared at Madame Claire. He wanted to tell her that he truly was the owner of Thousand Miles Conglomerate so badly. However, even if he said it, no one would believe him, just as Dorothy thought he was crazy when he told her he had ten billion dollars. It was indeed difficult for anyone, even himself, to believe it was true.

“Bro thinks she’s a movie villain giving a monologue lmao, just take the L and go.” “Chloe ignore the bitter clown, she’s just mad she got replaced by a superior dev.” “Mr. Miller is spitting straight facts! She’s caught red-handed and trying to scare the client 😭😂” I didn’t waste another single breath trying to convince them. I just sat back, folded my arms, and silently watched the two clowns on the left side of my screen, keeping my eyes on the massive crowd of wealthy investors moving around in the background of their pavilion.

Then, slowly, a smirk curved her lips. “So,” she said, her tone smooth, dangerous. “This is where the truth bleeds out.” Claire stiffened, her composure finally cracking. “What are you talking about?” I forced my voice steady, though my pulse thundered in my ears. Monica stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. Her eyes never strayed. “Don’t act like fools. You both know something about the prisoner’s escape. It’s written all over your faces.” “That’s ridiculous,” I snapped quickly. “We were just—”