Opening Monologues Novels & Stories

All Ava heard was Sabrina muttering to herself, "stop talking Sabrina. Stop talking." "Well, let's get this movie started shall we?" Leo asked. From the drop in everyone's shoulders, it was clear they were grateful for Leo breaking the silence. "Yay! Movie!" Mason fake cheered unnecessarily. As the opening credits rolled on the screen, Ava caught Eddie's eyes from across the room. She tentatively gave a small reassuring smile to tell him everything was going to be ok, that he'd be ok after losing his mate. But to him, it would have probably looked like any other normal smile, most likely with ice cream smeared on.

Demitri has taken notes of all the other purchases and who has them, and is discussing the plans to retrieve them with Carlos and Dollar. Deciding on a plan we all make to move as the lights go out, and a spot light is on the stage. My father walks on with a hint of arrogance and a lot of excitement. “Now Ladies and Gentlemen, now for the main event” He booms over the mic in Russian. Main event what the fuck is going on now.

It would have been easier—too easy—for me to act something I had lived through. But I didn’t. Instead, I chose the monologue—the one where Elara broke down after a long, exhausting day at the laundromat. Slowly, I lowered myself to the floor, imagining a quiet, dim apartment. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my head against them. In an instant, the light in my eyes faded. Everything became empty—like an endless ocean under a dark sky. I hadn’t even spoken yet, but I could already feel the room holding its breath.

I opened my eyes and only one word came out "You?"

Romeo bows to everyone present in the room who remains static in front of the monarchs. - Good evening everyone and thank you for the wonderful dances and company. I hope we can repeat this soon. - Good evening Prince Romeo. – they all say in unison, bowing. Romeo walks to the door and Silver opens it for him to pass, then follows and closes the door behind him, blocking out the buzz and music from the rest of the house.

Because whatever is waiting for me in there— Whatever they built— Whatever they think will stop me— They’re wrong. I move forward. Straight into the dark. And the moment I cross the threshold— The door slams shut behind me. Locking. Sealing. Cutting off everything. Including the way back. And ahead— A single light flickers on. Revealing something I didn’t expect. Not guards. Not walls. Not traps. But— Rows. Of people. Dozens. Standing perfectly still. Eyes closed. Silent.

"Why in the devil's name would I help you? I wouldn't even spit on you if you were on fire. " "Yes but this isn't just about me. It's about you too. Sire help me and in that you'll help even yourself." "I feel sick to my stomach when I hear you and Mona blackmail me into things just because you can" ** "Sire! " Mona's voice shouted through blowing wind as she knocked on the door. Instead of Sire though Mury was the one who opened the door. They both looked at each other. "What are you doing here? " Mona asked her.

Walking toward the door. Each step steady. Deliberate. No hesitation. No looking back. The door was right there. Freedom. Distance. Choice. Her hand reached for it And paused. Just for a second. Not doubt. Memory. Then She opened it. Cold air rushed in. Sharp. Real. And she stepped out. Gone. The door closed behind her. Soft. Final. Inside Nothing moved. Nothing spoke. Alexander stood exactly where she left him. Still. Silent. Unmoving.

“Avery… what did you do?” She stared at the horizon, where the Pale One’s towering silhouette waited — patient, radiant, and terribly alive. “I think,” she said softly, “I opened the first door.”

Chapter 79 – Whispers in the Office The next morning, the office was no longer the steady, humming place Monique once knew. It was a stage — and she was the unwilling lead, every whisper and sideways glance her spotlight. From the moment she walked through the glass doors, she could feel it: heads bent too quickly, laughter cut off when she passed, the hollow sound of her heels clicking against marble filling the silence people left behind.