Opening Monologues Novels & Stories

None of it seemed to matter. Because whatever had happened— Had already happened. Then one screen changed. Just one. A single monitor. Positioned at the far side of the room. Nobody noticed at first. Except Ophelia. A single line

"The architecture is arguing." That was how the new court survived most days: terror, objection, someone making a practical point, then a rule no one had time to polish before it had to save a life. Anchoring me. My father looked at her. "Ava Monroe. I am sorry. I opened the first door under your church. I told myself one child was less than a city." Ava's face went white. The Gate Opener snarled and tried to close his mouth. My father bit his own tongue until blood ran black.

Even in the one hour we spent with the clients, it was obvious how smitten he is. Mr Wayne noticed. He kept staring between us with a knowing look on his face. After that, on our way here, he was quick to jump into the car after me. And now, he’s shamelessly watching me from two seats away. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” a voice booms from the speakers, “What you are about to witness is the retelling of a tale as old as time. Behold, Macbeth!” The curtains open and the play begins. I roll my lips inwards to keep from laughing at Louis’ and Agatha’s disappointed faces. When I glance up, I see that Neal is doing the same.

Lambert stood tall on the stage, scanning the crowd for Lydia's figure. His voice, cool yet undeniably authoritative, echoed through the microphone. "Not long ago, I fell in love with a girl. She's beautiful, kind, strong, and brave! And now she's here! I want to say, she's mine!" Lambert's monologue elicited numerous screams from the audience. As Lydia was left bewildered, a spotlight accurately found her position. Lambert whispered from the stage, "There you are, Lydia!" Lydia's face flushed instantly. Instinctively, she wanted to find a place to hide, but Lambert wouldn't give her that chance.

I lean closer to the glass. "But you are mine first." I turn off the light. The darkness swallows the room. The question hangs in the silence, heavy and terrifying. Monster or Mother? I open the door. I step out into the apartment. Act Two is over. Act Three begins now. And in Act Three, the Queen doesn't just rule. She kills.

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‎Caleb stammers through the agenda: growth strategies, new projects, revenue projections. ‎I listen. ‎I don’t speak. ‎I don’t need to. ‎Every time someone glances my way, they look away faster. ‎Caleb finishes with a shaky smile. ‎“Any questions, Mr. Romanov?” ‎"Not at all Whitlock" ‎I stand. ‎They hold their breath. ‎"Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's a pleasure seeing you all. Make my money worth while Whitlock" ‎I walk out. ‎Caleb catches me in the corridor, jogging like a puppy.

Thank God. I fumbled with the window lock, my fingers slick with sweat. The window was small, but I was smaller, thanks to malnourishment. He was at my door now, fumbling with the knob. "Mona, baby, open the door. I just want to talk." His voice was gentle, a sickeningly familiar attempt to trick me into believing he wasn't mad. I'd played this game too many times.

Her heart calms in her chest while her face pales. She smiles in front of the mirror. "YOU CAN DO THIS!" Those are the words escapes from Joanabe's mouth as an encouragement to herself. She walks out of the restroom and rushes to the center stage. *SHOOT! I MISSED THE OPENING! IT LOOKS LIKE THE FIRST PERFORMER IS PREPARING.*

The owner is my subordinate, it was easier than I thought it would be to get a table facing the sea, with a huge glass window and the desire I had to fuck her was not written down. "How do you always get exactly what you want?" "You will soon find out for yourself!" - A waiter was coming over to our table "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Monroeli. Today you have the right to choose the first song." "You can play any song at all." - And again she was dull, while he looked at her and smiled. "I will always love you, please." - I replied, we placed our order, and it didn't take long for the waiter to return to our table.