Novel & Cerita Monologues From As You Like It

“I have come and heed your call, my God.” With now a perfect smile of amusement for his cunning mind. HE snaps HIS finger and gave him a chair, that he took and place perfectly in front of the grand stage. With the presence and the pieces that are falling and all according to HIS plan. The spell once more echoes. "Agite tenebrae abyssi"

King Natty's voice echoed through the mirror, "Robert, you have one chance to redeem yourself. Speak now, and speak wisely." Robert took a deep breath, his voice shaking slightly. "Y-yes, Your Majesty. I-I promise to be more loyal, to serve you better. Please, forgive me for my transgressions." I watched Robert's performance, my expression neutral. King Natty's response was immediate. "Very well, Robert." I will give you one more chance. But remember, loyalty is not just about words; it's about actions. Fail me again, and you will suffer the consequences."

" Oh! Romeo, Romeo, thou rejected part of me Here I kneeleth beside thee Thy bleeding piece of earth How I wish I could curseth thy death And bring back thy precious soul Thy blood that feedeth the thirsty soil Can't we travel past this time And go back to the day we met To plan our escape to the ends of the world For the elements of life have conspired against our word How did life taketh so long to bring us together? We would have had a lot of memories to gather".

Marcus:- don't worry about me my lady. novistle and juliana go to balcony to talk novistle:- what about my brother did you forget about him juliana:- I remember your brother. but he was dead. I don't allow to tell you but he is black king that my father think novistle:- I don't know he was alive or not but I want to know what king think about him. tell me what I don't know

It was here, breathing, watching me with hungry, ancient eyes. I looked around at the other guests — some already lost in moaning, writhing bliss, others still negotiating with trembling voices and flushed cheeks. Then I turned back to Lucian, Elias, Seraphine, and the others who waited with predatory patience. My voice came out husky, barely above a whisper, yet perfectly clear: “I didn’t come here to watch.” I lifted my chin, deliberately baring more of my throat. “I came here to be devoured.” Lucian’s

**Haru (reading, trying for steady but feeling the heat rise):** “If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this…” The words feel heavier than they should. Mia’s voice is soft, almost shy at first, but clear. **Mia (as Juliet):** “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this…” We trade lines back and forth, the rest of the class fading out. Sunlight hits the page, turns the paper gold. Every time she says a line, she glances up—quick, like checking if I’m still there.

“So you don’t have a choice in this matter.” He shot me a glare that could’ve frozen the Atlantic. “I swear, sometimes you sound like a prison warden.” I raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I am. Because someone has to make sure you graduate.” He muttered under his breath but tried again, this time getting closer. “Romeo y Julieta es trágico.” I smiled, a small, satisfied smile. “Better. Much better.” He leaned back in his chair, exasperated, and crossed his arms. “This is ridiculous.”

One final line appears beneath the others. "The Leviathan King awakens."

*** Coming back to my home after that stressful talk and walk with Tybalt, I was greeted by three monkeys comfortably laid on my couch as they watch a movie. "Relaxing, isn't it?" "Yeah it is- hey you're back!" Harry exclaims, standing up from the couch and closing the door behind me. "Where's Tybalt?" the Japanese guy spoke, I shrug. "He left you? He's let you come back here alone? In the dark?" the Italian bassist - Romeo - slaps himself on the forehead making me giggle. "I need to have a word wi-"

Now I'm standing just a few feet from him and it's the last place on earth I want to be. Millions of girls would kill to be in my position, and I'm about to turn it all down, and run away. At the very least, I'll try to make him understand. Felix doesn't say a word. He just glares at me from his spot on the steps, waiting for me to say something. "I want to expl–" I start saying. "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" A singsong Irish voice shrills from above me. "Hast thou come a-courtin so early in the morning? Didst thou bring a breakfast offerin' perhaps?"