Monologue Clueless Novels & Stories

He walked away and approached Claeg. I almost mumbled, ‘are you stupid? The answer is obvious!’ but I am the stupidest because I asked why even though I know that answer. “Do you know why we’re the best, most outstanding duo, Claeg? Because our little captive here is asking,” he shouted, asking Claeg. Claeg stared at me with a mischievous smirk on his face, which surprised me because I expected him to be outraged at the loudness of Samael’s voice. “Hmm? Why we are the most outstanding duo?” he questioned.

She grumbled thoughtfully to herself. Claire was so busy with her witty talks and didn't even realized when Phidelia stopped. For some reasons, she didn't even see Rowan and Tina. "Guess I was..." She was about to make a funny compliment when she finally realized she had been talking to herself for a while now. She deftly lurked around and saw Phidelia rooted some distance away from her, staring at God knows what. "Hey!" She exuded, making Phidelia glanced at her. "Have I been talking to myself all this while?"

We were a united family, with jokes that only we understood and the most important thing; we had each other no matter what the time or the problem was. "You are right. You can't keep going out with your crazy fiancé all the time, he's bound to get into one of those again." - I said, smoothing her belly too, I loved it when the baby moved, we still don't know the sex because Clarice naonwjer do the ultrasound. "Fuck me. If you're in danger, I'm coming to get you if only in hell, Mrs. Monroeli." - She smiled sarcastically and ruffled my hair.

Lance lovingly poured out his feelings. "Uh, oh... I think we have a problem." Claire suddenly stated. Lance frowned in return, while looking curious. "Huh? What do you mean?" "The words that coming out from your mouth feels like it came out from a manuscript, Lance. You look and sound more like a scriptwriter so would you like to replace me instead?" Claire jokes around, while giggling. ================================

I got upset “Ok, you know what you guys can judge me all you want but if either one of you were wearing my shoes, you wouldn’t know what to do.” “Ah, it’s like you are not even listening. We will know what to do, we will quit that job, and we go home, have a nice sleep and look for a new and better job the next day.” said MC. “See it’s that easy.” Noah backed her up. Now I feel like I am getting attacked by this two “It’s not that easy.” While the three of us were having a conversation their father, Mr. Clown walked out of the house and slammed the door. Then Mrs. Clown followed him out and said “That’s right, keep running away like you always do you sick bastard.”

He then asked enthusiastically and eagerly, “Dear, do you want to come and play?” The other subordinates, including Chase, instantly hit their own foreheads in unison. Was this tone not more likely to scare people away? The viewer was silent for a few seconds before he slowly typed out a sentence. ‘I’m a professor of scientific and technological research.’ Monki was stunned for a moment. He was about to say welcome, everyone is welcome, but unexpectedly, the viewer’s second sentence then appeared on the screen— ‘I’m coming to expose the counterfeit.’

he threatened. "My God, who does this clueless guy think he is?" Sandra spoke up, and at that moment I saw her patience had run out.

Hart said. Judy unhappily said, “What’s going on? The Death Inquisitor doesn’t seem to be smart this time!” “How can he always be smart? The Death Inquisitor is still a human after all. How can he never make mistakes! There will be times when he will make mistakes!” Willie said. Monica said, “You’re all wrong. This is the most brilliant part of the Death Inquisitor’s plan! The climax of tonight’s live broadcast is coming!”

he puffed, smoke billowing from his mocking lips. “Oh, you’re taking this the wrong way, Mr. Lewinsky. I’m here as Beacon Tires’ rep. I’m talking about the acquisition of Midnoon Tires by my company.” Clement was stunned; he did not even realize his coffee was trickling over the brim of his cup as he froze mid-pour. It took him quite some time before he finally recovered his senses. With a scornful snigger, he said, “I know you drank a lot yesterday, but man, you haven’t sobered up? You must be sh*tting me. Beacon Tires dreaming about acquiring Midnoon! I have one word for you—ludicrous!

I tried my best to hold back the tears, but they kept coming. The speaker stated, "There is absolutely nothing that needs to be clarified, and I have no desire to meet with you." After he finished saying that, he stood up and immediately began to leave. The call went out, "Clifford, Clifford, Clifford!" I was able to yell in between the hiccups that were occurring. Oh my gosh, I have no idea what is going to take place to me right this very second; I am completely clueless. What is the gentleman's name who is standing there?