Monologues Wicked Novels & Stories

“You really are two-faced! You were trying so hard a week ago to fawn over and flatter me. Now you changed your face so fast and showed your real attitude. Your life is truly amazing living by fawning over other people. You’re disgusting," Yuriel mocked cruelly. Yuriel's blatant insult made Grace's face flush with rage. True, some of them engage in sycophancy for personal profit. Everyone knew it, but no one said anything about it.

All of them were silent, no one cheered for her but that's okay she hated it though. "What is your last will?" She looked at the emcee and smiled. "This is not my last will, but mark my words. You'll remember my name." She said with full confidence, from the very corner of the Arena Deimos smirk. Not edited

Hyperion said while giving her a warning look but it only urged her to continue teasing him. "I have a sugar daddy," she sang with a baritone voice, "to pay my bills." Hyperion could only watch her while wearing an indifferent expression. He wanted to tell her off, but she suddenly twirled with the cash in her hand in the shape of a fan and she waved it back and forth. "I have a sugar daddy to pay bills," she sang for the second time but this time, her voice was a bit higher. She was about to try it for the third time with a soprano voice but her voice broke, making Hyperion giggle at her failed attempt.

"A pawn is easy to get rid of. It's just a matter of location; my men will be too easy for him to notice. Do you understand?" I sighed deeply. "Fine, but you owe me." Dante raises a brow. "You want money?" Throwing back my head, I let out a groan of disbelief. * * * * * * * * The first thing I find on my makeup table after practicing for the night's performance is a discarded pair of dirty white panties. It wasn't even there when I arrived at work. And definitely not one of mine. I couldn't help as tears burned at the back of my eyes, while my throat swelled tightly. The other girls didn't even bother to look in my direction. All busy getting dressed and chatting casually.

Sharon asked to wash her hands after finishing the last piece of meat from the bowl. “I came back so that we can have a heart to heart talk” the servants came in and gathered the plates from which Sharon had eaten from and left. “Heart to heart talk? Well I am interested to know the topic you are bringing before the table” Sharon was fascinated by the wizard stating they have a conversation and so she was willing to listen to him. “Why have you chosen to make yourself utterly wicked? Joining forces with the dark and eventually ascending the highest realm of evil?" Sharon chuckled and leaned back. Her eyes never darted away from Mammon.

“You know I can’t do that Chelsea.” “Of course you can’t. I remember you told me once that you would fuck me and leave me. I didn’t listen then, I didn’t believe you would hurt me. But I believe you now Wicked. I believe you. You were right there can never be anything between us because you will never see me as anything but someone you want to fuck.”

“Just jump off this fucking cliff and end your worthless existence!” “Oh my!” Monica snickered. “Such angry words from a pitiful excuse of a man… It’s quite amazing to hear someone of your stature say that about a replaceable wench.” She countered stepping up to him. “Too bad you don’t know the whole story…” I was getting nervous as I was sure this was going to get even worse and unfortunately, I knew without a doubt it would be Conor who would suffer since he had no way to defend against magic. She smiled sadistically while he glared at her with cold and hateful contempt.

His robes whispered against the marble floor as he paced, each step echoing like the ticking of a clock. “I believe,” he said finally, his voice smooth and haunting, “that we’re the same, you and I.” I felt my chest tighten. “I’m nothing like you.” He stopped, turning to face me fully. The flicker of firelight caught on his grin—cold, knowing, and terrifyingly calm. “That’s what I said,” he murmured. “Once.” The Wicked’s blood-red eyes locked onto mine, unblinking and merciless. “I don’t mean hypothetically when I say we’re the same.”

“We aren't doing that.” “Doing what?” Owen asks, confused. “The whole tell you why I did what I did speech. The villain monologue. You know what I am talking about. Everyone does it. The bad guy thinks that he is winning and there will be no stopping him as he takes out the good guy.” He gestures to himself and the to Owen. “So he spills his guts about everything he has done and why he did it. I am suppose to tell you all the pain of my past and childhood traumas that I survived so that you can feel the merest hint of sympathy and empathy for me, before you realize why I am the way that I am.”

Her monolog started to be audible at the quay of her mind, thought and consideration. Not only my Pete Jupiter, now she’s also able to get the attention from my new target – Virando Augustin Kuandy. Oh, Sumico… Sumico… What a real shit and rubbish girl you are! Perhaps, I might do something in order to teach you some lessons, warning you that you can’t just snatch anything which should belong to me; you can’t just have anything I want, anything I like as easily and simply like that! Mr. Thomas Felix Onggario also sounded out his monolog at the savannah of his soul, heart and perception.