Monologue Clueless Novels & Stories

Monique has lots of ego and that's exactly why I needed it to be a fair game so that when I win, I'll hold it against her forever. "Sir... Sir? She's finished." Clark snaps his fingers in front of my face. I look around. What? Is Monique done talking? Have I been staring at her the whole time in front of everybody? So, now I'm the one who looks like the fool drooling over an employee. I notice James, Monique and Davids are sniffling in laughter. I bang my hands on the table and narrow my eyes at them. They go dumb immediately, swallowing in laughter and choking on it. Good!

I gave her a soft smile. Clara blinked a few times, then laughed nervously. “Honestly, I didn’t expect that. Monica doesn’t really… you know, offer help unless there’s a camera around.” “Well, I’m not Monica,” I said simply, sipping my coffee again. She smiled, she didn't have the stiff look on her anymore. You know the one we put on when speaking to a superior. “That’s good to know. I’ll send over the files. Maybe you’ll see something I’m missing.”

"Why don’t you have some confidence in yourself?" Monique frowned and took a deep breath before replying Louise. "Louise, I've tried it before, but every time I get it, it's the most painful ending." "To him, I've always been a dispensable person." Monique bit her lip, put down her mobile phone, and continued to type the business plan on the computer. But when she looked at the plan on the computer, she was very confused. Louise looked at the text message sent by Monique and was stunned for a while.

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

he gave me one of his intense gazes again. You've got to be kidding me. How clueless is this man? This wasn't some crappy romance movie where the female lead falls for the rude and arrogant asshole. This is real life. I am a real woman who was already in a happy relationship with a great guy. Who does he think he is?

These people weren’t hard to read, you could see what they felt with a change in their eye’s position. “It’s not a problem ma’am. Anyone in the right mind would’ve done so.” I smiled at them and they smiled back. If they could smile any more than they already were. Out of no where my phone started ringing. *Call from Angel of Death* “Excuse me. I need to take this.” “WHERE ARE YOU?” “Sir, I believe you have no business at this time and also, what I do with the time in which I’m not working is none of your concern.”

POV: Zia The silence in Dr. Clue’s office was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic thud-thud of Clayton’s boots as he paced the small square of linoleum. It had been over thirty minutes. Thirty minutes since the doctor had looked at us like he’d seen ghosts, muttered, "I can't believe this," and vanished.

she whispered, cursing Barry again for leaving her so wound up and needy. She finished her quick breakfast, then leaned back in the chair. Glancing around to confirm she was truly alone, Monica May unbuttoned her jacket, spread her long legs, and slipped a hand beneath her tight dress. Her fingers dipped under the waistband of her panties and found her soaked, aching slit. She grazed her swollen clit, then pushed a finger inside, confirming just how messy and wet she still was from Barry’s load.