Monologues From As You Like It Novels & Stories

Speak of the devil and he shall appear! Let’s get ready for it! I quickly changed clothes to a gown and used heresy magic on myself to myself cry, this is running through my skin! The things I do to make this old man… I sat on a chair near the balcony’s glass doors and started singing a tune that will be playing a crucial role in this play! Let the farce begin! The door opened, the duke entered without knocking at the door, a silent and calm tune of a familiar melody. The melody he yearned to hear since a long time ago, the one “she” used to sing…

"You may begin whenever you're ready, Miss Hailey. But sing your lines with truth and conviction... else this could get very unpleasant for you." To her credit, the chit swallowed her trepidation and gave a resolute nod. Then, with only a shaky intake of breath to gather herself, she launched into the soaring, impassioned phrasing of the monologue: "O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiopia's ear. Beauty too rich for use, for Earth too dear..." My eyebrows arched in mocking surprise at the timbre and enunciation of her delivery.

"I can't believe you just got into the shower without even undressing." "A moment's break from your gaze is an eternity pass," I whispered in her ear as she began to undress me. Adrian giggled, "You do know that's Juliet's line? Not Romeo's." "How would I know? I flunked out of school before I could learn about Romeo and Juliet." "It wasnt even in the actual play, it was in this stupid video of it. Do you at least know something from Shakespeare?" she asked pulling down my pants and underwear giving me relief.

I shook my head, and began to pull my oversized Stitch shirt over my head. “Remember that Shakespere movie we used to watch over and over? Much Ado About Nothing?” she asked, finally pulling on some shorts. I fiddled with my bra, and removed it through my shirt sleeve. “Yeah, what about it?” “That’s that great line Beatrice says when she finds out Claudio is Benedict’s new best friend. What is it?” “He hath every month a new sworn brother?” I quoted. “No,” Kimia jumped onto her bed. “After that. Something about being diseased?”

I shook my head, and began to pull my oversized Stitch shirt over my head. “Remember that Shakespere movie we used to watch over and over? Much Ado About Nothing?” she asked, finally pulling on some shorts. I fiddled with my bra, and removed it through my shirt sleeve. “Yeah, what about it?” “That’s that great line Beatrice says when she finds out Claudio is Benedict’s new best friend. What is it?” “He hath every month a new sworn brother?” I quoted. “No,” Kimia jumped onto her bed. “After that. Something about being diseased?”

"He’s also the one who makes me laugh, even when I don’t want to. Even when I shouldn’t. He makes things feel lighter, even when everything’s falling apart.” Achilles clutches his chest dramatically. “Stop, I’m gonna cry.” Valentine rolls his eyes. “Come closer, I'll make you.” I turn to glare at the both of them. "I'm trying to communicate here." "It's actually called soliloquy, and not communication, but yeah. Sure." "Can you shut the fuck up? Do you ever?" Valentine growls at Achilles. I can't help but chuckle. "Is it funny now?" He asks me, exasperated.

“If you love them as you said you do, you wouldn't put them through what you're about to put them through.” The room went still. One could hear the faint clatter of a spoon in the kitchen beyond the doors, the chirp of a bird outside the tall windows. Juliet rose slowly, every inch the hostess still. She glided to Monet, her pearls catching the light. Her hand brushed Monet’s arm—a gesture meant to seem kind, but her grip was firmer than necessary. “You’re braver than I thought,” Juliet murmured, just loud enough for the table to hear. Then her smile sharpened. “Or more foolish. Either way… I’ll see you in court.”

⸻ “Welcome…” He smiled. “…to our favorite game, Brother.” ⸻ Dozens of hidden speakers activated throughout the maze. Lucien’s voice echoed from every direction. ⸻ “Tonight…” A pause. ⸻ “Only one King leaves Venice alive.” — End of Chapter 22, Part 3 —

"He is so handsome" a female demon gasped. "He looks like the king" "He seems weak though must be the human blood." "Do you think he is single?" The demons murmured among themselves as they stared at Theodore, who was on the stage above. "You should say something. My prince" Phidius whispered. "What should I say? You didn't tell me I would have to say anything" Theodore whispered back. "it skipped my mind, I am so sorry my prince"

the large man in the back said gruffly, while a man furthest to the right responded, “nonsense! I do love to hear my boys sing during their efforts! How fare their voices, M’lady owner?” “I happen to agree with Lucan” Madam Dro said pleasantly, waving the second man down. “Allow yourselves to delight in only their movements to start. I know! ‘The sweetest bird saves its song for last’, as an old friend of mine was fond of saying. Let us save their voices for your own private demonstrations, Lords, so that it might tickle the edges of your fancy until such time as you slake your curiosity. I promise – not one amongst these children will disappoint you on any front.”