Rachel Berry Monologues Novels & Stories

They were already enough. Melinda’s POV I opened the evening with a short thank-you. Spoke about legacy. About survival. About rebuilding when the ground is still shaking. Then I stepped back. And gave River the mic. They took it without hesitation. And the room — once clinking glasses and murmurs — fell completely still. River unfolded the paper slowly. Looked up once. Then began: Rachel’s Letter (Read by River) “If you’re reading this, it means I wasn’t strong enough to stay…”

Nothing could be heard except for four people breathing heavily, each for a different reason. “Because you are going to be our downfall! You will destroy the world!” Rachel screamed unexpectedly, and Sarah jerked back and would fall if there wasn’t for Luke holding her hand securely in his. “I was a kid! What could I do?” Sarah screamed back. “I just needed my parents to love me, nothing else!” a lone tear escaped her eye, leaving a wet trail down her cheek. “Burn the world! Burn the entire world down…” Rachel whispered, getting Luke’s complete and undivided attention. “So, what are you?”

“Daddy, say something” Mr. Jones chuckled and replied to her, "Sorry princess”. Speechlessly, Rachel turned to everyone and saw them avoiding eye contacts with her. Seeing this, she gasped dramatically and said with gritted teeth. “Traitors”. When she saw that she can’t count on anyone, she talked to him. So she leaned toward Harris and whispered in his ear, “I miss working babe. I just need a small outing”. Harris looked at her, his expression softening. “I know you do babe, but the baby comes first. Right now, let us pamper you.”

“So. How are you?” I forced a smile and reached for my fork. We worked at the same company, but not the same building—and not the same planet, apparently. Rachel had the remarkable ability to turn every conversation into a performance, with her as the dazzling lead and the rest of us as confused extras. [RACHEL vs. RILEY] ROUND 1: Rachel: “You must be swamped lately. All those international contracts—our division’s really blowing up.” Me: “Sure.” Translation: I have literally no idea what she’s talking about and I’m too tired to care.

Now, she could not go anywhere. Haley lazily lifted her eyelids and replied with two simple words, "A date." Rachel was left speechless, angrily turning off the TV and storming upstairs to sulk. She silently remarked, "Hmph, just because I'm single, they have to rub it in!" Watching her retreat, Haley couldn't help but laugh. She wondered how Rachel had been spoiled to develop such a princess complex. "When is she leaving?" Shane asked bluntly.

“You know what? Mr grumpy Pants is gone. How about we take a tiny breather? Like, five minutes. My brain needs to un pretzel after that dose of Thorne-intensity.” I looked at her, surprised. “A breather?” No one in my old life, and certainly not Austin, ever mentioned ‘breathers’ “Totally!” Rachel chirped, her smile returning full force. “Look, this whole ’transform into a super confident human lady overnight’ thing is a marathon, not a sprint, okay? And even marathon runners get water breaks.” She glanced around my opulent but sterile room. “It’s kinda gloomy in here, isn’t it? All..serious.”

"Joel, I'm giving my cloth ration ticket to Todd. When I get my next paycheck, we'll use that to make clothes for Diana." "Joel, don't go to the performance tonight. Give your seat to Todd. I'll take you next time the dance troupe comes to perform." "Joel, Todd wants to meet my friends, so sit this gathering out. I'll bring you next time." "Joel…" There had been so many "next times" that I'd long since lost count. While I was lost in thought, Rachel poured the chicken noodle soup into the container. "I'm going to go now," she said halfheartedly. "Take care of yourself."

The channel glitched and then froze. And suddenly Rachel's face emerged on each screen. Damien's Point of View She commandeered the airwaves. Local. Digital. Even worldwide. Rachel Monroe is sitting in front of a pristine white background, her hair neatly styled and her voice calm. Too calm. "I was silent for too long," she said. "But it's time the world hears the truth… from me." Ava and I exchanged looks. Liam held his soft toy more tightly, thinking something was awry. Rachel continued.

he says, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, “You wanted luxury, this is the price you have to pay for it” “And is this luxury? It's no luxury when I have no freedom” mu voice breaks, as my eyes brim over. “I feel trapped in a golden cage. I thought you would love me, cherish me, but that's not it. What I feel is loneliness all the time” Noah exhales loudly, leans back into his chair, arms crossed, bracing himself for a storm. "You're being melodramatic, Rachel. You don't want me to remind you of how we got married right? Do you want me to?”

amused she wrapped herself around me “Okay my Sweetheart, now have your way with me.” Rachel has always worn strength. Even when she is breaking. I almost kept my pose and let the lawyers finish what I started. But when the elevator doors closed and I saw her standing there, glowing, furious and carrying my child. I instead reached out to her, I wanted to stop by the time we reached the twenty sixth floor but I needed more, I reached out, pressed the button to close the doors and pressed sixty. I should not have touched her. That was the plan. Keep the distance. Keep it clean.