Novel & Cerita Monologues Wicked

"You dare bring this chaos here?!" I rolled my eyes. "Ugh. There it is. The dramatic monologue." I didn’t give him a chance to finish. With a sharp snap of my fingers and a whisper of old power, his spine cracked, his body turned to ash, and the threat evaporated. The room fell into stunned silence. Thalindra staggered back, and Akael caught her. His eyes met mine.

“So, Lana told you, huh? Doesn’t really matter what she says. I made your little Cinderella fantasy come true, didn’t I? You, marrying a rich, hot CEO. Too bad your sister swooped in and took him from you. Guess you couldn’t even hold onto that.” Monica’s heart stung, but she didn’t flinch. She had to keep her composure. “You were always the one playing a game,” Monica said, her voice dangerously calm. “But I’m done being your pawn.” Angel’s laugh was sharp, biting. "Just one question—how do you do it? Sleeping with an old man with a disfigured face just for a dress?"

Aira’s POV “You guys are wicked !!” Danielle chuckled through our temporary group mindlink as he watched the eight witch fall into our trap and join the party to H E L L with her other seven friends. I am sure that they would have a pool party in burning oil and loads of fun with whips and forks. Haha. They deserved it. “Oh you haven’t seen ‘Wicked’ yet, dud,” Jax chuckled as everyone hid back in the shadows. “Ninth incoming in ten,” Danielle signaled.

From the corner of his eyes Silver saw a street urchin discreetly bundle up some gold coins and disappear into the crowd. An hour later, Silver thought himself to be very brave. Not many people would have been able to convince their stubborn legs and especially the monster inside to escape that stage. When those women started to make very interesting noises even his stubborn feet found wings. Only the monster wanted to stay to quench its ravenous thirst. Had he stayed any longer he would have found himself naked and doing things he would probably regret for the rest of his life. And in Public! ***

The confession stung a little but I consoled myself and said it's because of his anger that he said such. "People like you have a special place in hell, I tell you" he said looking at me angrily. "People like me" I scoffed. "People like me own empires in hell" I uttered in confidence. " You are wicked , pure evil" he shouted in frustration. "Thank you" I responded sarcastically.

‘This isn’t the time to be acting like children, so unless you can act like grown men and discuss things like adults, there’s the door,’ she pointed to the door leading from the room, disappointment radiating off her in waves. ‘But he-’ Isaac attempted, but was silenced when a pale hand raised in the air effectively putting a stop to whatever he was about to say. With a huff, the warlock sat back in his chair, arms crossed and a scowl directed at the werewolf sitting to his sister’s left. Alexa gave her twin a pointed look but said nothing as she turned her attention away from him toward the man beside her, trying his best not to look smug and failing spectacularly.

The full moon illuminated the scene, casting an eerie, silver glow upon the tragedy unfolding before our eyes. Amidst the chaos, the colossal monster turned its attention towards me, its eyes burning with an ancient malevolence. The anguished cries of our allies continued to echo in the background as it spoke, its voice a chilling growl that reverberated through the night. "You cannot defeat me, Melvin," it snarled, its voice carrying a haunting resonance. "No matter how many allies your wolf may bring, I am the perfect definition of an immortal werewolf. I cannot be killed. Your feeble attempts to stop me will be in vain."

The speaker asked, his voice loud from the microphone. I was speechless for a second. Quickly, I regained myself and I cleared my throat. "Mi- King Mammon's will." I said a little out of breath, my hand sliding the paper over the stage towards the feet of the speaker. "Excuse me?" The demon queried. "This is King Mammon's will." I clarified again. The demon cocked his head at me, as if I was mocking him. "Sure it is." He replied sarcastically. "It is, yes. Read it, and you'll find out." I snapped.

Glen said, “But what made you decide to wear your blanket as your costume?” “I should be able to wear whatever I think is appropriate, just like you have every right to be a blue blob,” Maddy stated. She then smiled nervously as she eyed Will. “So good to see the famous John Wick gracing us tonight. Are you here take this blob down?” She pointed at Glen. “I have a pencil you can use.” Glen rolled his eyes. “Haha! I get the pencil reference, Maddy. I’m not an idiot.” Maddy waved him off. “Mr. Arthur Godfrey wants to speak to you,” she told Will.

The room was silent, everyone waiting for the act to start. "Your little poison trick was amusing," I continued, twirling the dagger lazily. "But it takes more than that to kill me. I’m done playing games. Now, it’s time for you to pay for your insolence." I circled him slowly, my eyes never leaving his. "You wanted to see me suffer, to see me fall. But all you've done is awaken the true beast within me. A beast I've been trying to cage." "You crazy bitch! Don't you dare touch my son!" Monica screamed, rushing towards me but before he could reach me, my men held her down. I wish they let her come, I would have sent her flying with a kick.