Monologue Clueless Novels & Stories

Well, let's just watch everything play out. “ Don't tell you're still doing this interview stuff in your head?” Chloe stared at me in disgust. “ No, I'm not!” I freaked out. “ I'm pretty much sure you were answering no one in your head,” she squinted her eyes. “ It's called soliloquizing,” I emphasized. “ Don't make it seem like I'm crazy or something,” I pouted. “ You're freaky,” she mumbled. “ I heard that!”

Jayla was as cunning as a witch, deflecting everyone's attention with her charming words, which practically led everyone to care what Jayla said as they agreed in unison. “Please forgive us for our ignorance, but we did not suppose you were some unknown. We had the impression that we knew you well," Another lady performed a monotonous act in front of Monica before ending with a horrible laugh. Monica couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry after hearing this brainless woman who believed that no one could recognize their true character or remain ignorant since they were wealthy.

Right now, I only hear a man talking. “…we should have let the bitch call him. How are we even sure that she really left a note in the apartment?” I freeze. Monica was supposed to leave me a clue? I saw absolutely nothing. Did she really leave a clue, or was she planning to spare me? “Maybe he’s on his way,” another man says, and this time, the voice is familiar. The man she got a loan from, Manny. “Or maybe he just doesn’t care much about a whore and we fucked it all up.”

she almost stuttered, as her mind suddenly began to struggle for the right words. Malcolm sighed, his shoulders sagging in humility, “Maybe I went about this all wrong. I just…” He paused, searching for the right words that would not sound too cheesy, “I want your attention,” his lips blurted out even before he could rephrase it to sound less pitiful.

Stuck In The Middle. CLARA I was out of it, whatever trouble was lurking in the shadows for me. I was out of it. It appeared like I had it all under control, and I forced a smile to assure everyone that I knew what I was doing, like I wasn't a confused woman smeared with an accusation of murder.

“I know another way you can make up for it.” It was the cheesiest dialogue that had been used and overused through the centuries, but it still made butterflies erupt in my stomach. “You have a butler…” I looked around unsurely. “Yes.” Clay smirked. “And he’s currently off duty and a hundred miles away.”

Michael realized what he would might know and upon understanding the gist gave a small laugh. “Mr. Claude I do not understand. What are you trying to say to me?” Michael played dumb in this scenario. He wanted the man to come out clean himself and speak about his dirty claims. “Let’s talk alone in a room, somewhere quite hmm?” Mr. Claude Johnson looked at the stern face of the young man and gave a pleading look. The old master thought there was something fishy going on. Something he had no idea about but other knew. “Why can’t you speak it here?” He eyes Mr. Claude Johnson suspiciously. Everything was so confusing that he wished someone will tell him something, just a hint was more than e

I blinked. Because I had stopped listening somewhere at some point. My mind was still trapped in that boardroom, haunted by the memory of Killian’s grey eyes cracking wide with suspicion. “…what?” I offered weakly. Chloe’s mouth dropped open. She slowly set her cocktail down. “Oh my God.” “What?” “You weren’t listening.” “No, I was.” “You absolutely were not. You have that face.” I frowned, adjusting the collar of my blouse. “What face?” Chloe pointed dramatically at me, her red-manicured finger wavering. “That face. You’re leaving. I talk, and suddenly…” She made a little whirlwind motion beside her temples. “…you disappear somewhere inside your own head. You’ve been doing that a lot lately

I say this time before Ismail gets a chance, looking at the guy with disgust because he is pretending not to understand English. “You no hear wetin I talk? I say I no dey understand wetin you dey say.” (Did you not hear what I said? I said I don’t understand what you are saying.) he says still pretending. “Of course, you dey understand wetin I dey say. How you come pass your interview for embassy reach here? No, do that one with me. I know I say you dey understand wetin we dey talk, so if you like yourself pack up and go back. If not, no be me go fight you. You see these people way dey my back? Na them go fight you because no be only me you chance, na all of us you chance.” (Of course, you u

There was a murmur of agreement. “Do you really think I could possibly have a lower opinion of you?” I physically felt Dudley tense up as killing intent bore into the back of my neck. “I don’t mean just Flossie. All of you. And me too — I include myself. We are completely out of our element here. Clueless doesn’t even begin to describe it. But the rules here are so screwed up, stupid could actually be the way to go. Asking a question, no matter how dumb, isn’t going to make things worse.” “You say that,” said Claire, “but you always seem to be handling it. And usually you’re doing something sneaky. And manipulative. And underhanded.”