Monologues Wicked Novels & Stories

Miranda Shaw dragged an iron chair forward for the Luna. Victoria sat, arranging her torn skirts with a terrifying mimicry of royal grace. "I’m going to give you a choice, Monroe," she announced, her voice echoing over the roar of the water. "You can pull one chain back to the platform. Choose Madison, or choose the little omega." Avery stared at her, disgust rising in her throat. "You are completely feral, Victoria. Sadie has called you mother for a decade! How can you use her life as a poker chip?"

I respond, my voice steady as I lock the script's subtext into my mind. Caedmon nods, quickly turning to instruct Garran. The pack stewards sound the horn, and the recording crystals ignite with white light. The other performers step back into the shadows as I glide onto the stone floor, my hands lifting the heavy hem of my skirt. Unlike the quiet grace of yesterday, this scene demands a violent burst of raw energy. The moment my eyes lock onto the male lead, my human chest heaves, and a shattered, breathless sob tears from my throat—a sound so hollow and heavy with sorrow that it echoes through the stone hall.

“don’t you remember begging for death? “ he says coldly with a sneer .Leaving me shivering on the spot . Just as I remembered ,cold and detached ,his voice laced with a hint of danger and mystery that makes you crave the next words he utters more than air , His voice is so hypnotic you fall into a trance ,knowing fully well that if he demands you to jump, you would ask how high without hesitation ,ready to do anything to hear him say more no matter the consequences . “weren’t you the one that begged me to end your life the last time we met and now here you are” “didn't get anyone to kill you huh Monella, still up for it ,because right now I am feeling pretty generous,I am ready to grant your

I know if I'm onto you, I'm on to you On to you, I'm on to you On to you, you must be on to me Everyone stopped talking, taking notice of the seductive woman on stage. My haunted lungs Ghost in the sheets I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me My wicked tongue Where will it be I know if I'm onto you, you must be onto me He narrowed his eyes at the director of the lights. He shook his head, motioning for him to kill the lights. How hadn't he realized she was going to do something like this?

"Mirabel and Stephanie could you kindly come to the front please, thank you for coming for this class, we really appreciate your presence" the lecturer mocked Stephanie immediately poked Mirabel because she had warned her that they were running late for the class but that was when she remembered that she wanted to put on her best clothes to class. " I warned you" she said as she tapped her., " Ouch be nice" Mirabel said They got to the front of the class and were both made to make an improvisation of any of the shakespearean novels they had read, this excited Stephanie as she had read practically almost all the novels there in but Mirabel had no idea what a shakespearean novel looked like bu

"Monica, what are you doing? Wishes are typically made after stepping down from the stage." Yet, Monica Ritter remained unyielding. She pouted as if throwing a tantrum. "I don't want to. I want to make it here." Observing the situation, the other chairmen of the Committee of Prestigious Families on stage sighed and permitted Monica to declare her wish on stage. Monica's delight was evident as she held the microphone and announced loudly to the crowd, "My wish is for Mr. Quigley to marry me!" The declaration lingered in Summer's mind like an eerie echo.

Akala ko gawa-gawa lang nang mga author. "Do you have anything within your liking Lady Marina?" tanong ni Mona. Kumpara noon ay mas kalmado na ito, hindi na sya na-uutal o natatakot saakin pero meron paring kaunting pag-aalinlangan. I mentally sighed in my head. Yeah, being a dame is hard, what more if you are known as wicked?

I whined. "Dad!" He mimicked. "You and Pierce are a part of it. So I suggest you get Julian on the phone, informing him of this very important event. Everybody has two whole weeks to get themselves prepared. That includes me," He said pointing to himself. "I have to pull off the best gala that the werewolf nation has ever seen." "This is some bullshit." I muttered under my breath. "I suggest you go get yourself prepared Kiddo." He said. "Yeah, yeah." I said and left. I was so screwed.

"Is that really what you want to know?" "Let's get something right. I'll do the asking, you'll do the telling. Look around you," I stretched my hands, my ego coming in waves. "You're apparently outnumbered. There's no way you're getting out of here alive. I alone determines who live, and who does. If you know what's good for you, you'll start talking. "Do not under estimate her, " Monica warned, "She can get out of here alive without a scratch. I know her. She's the most powerful eclectic witch I've ever met."

Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers through his silky black hair. “It’s true what they say about the Drakos’ women.”