Cute Lab Coats Novels & Stories

An outburst from the security men led to one of them throwing her to the ground after some party poppers from the New Year were dutifully popped. She didn't even know the name of the person who was prepared to stand between her and a bullet. She could see how hard the bizarre realization struck her companions as well as herself. They then presented her with the lab coat, which had a crown emblem stitched onto the breast pocket, while passing out sausage rolls quickly purchased from the 24-hour mini-mart around the corner amid the accompanying sombre party mood.

Turned out he was keeping his beloved company. Melissa blushed, and everyone laughed. In the next round, he chose to do a dare. Pierce hollered, "Kiss! It's got to be a French kiss!" The video focused on their lips. I could see spit glimmering while they moved against each other. They kissed for five minutes. Initially, the crowd cheered. However, they soon held Howard back, terrified that he'd cross a line in his excitable state. "Howard, don't take it too far. Even if you like Lizzy, there's no need to behave like this, right? The rest of us are single. Stop subjecting us to this torture!"

” Bob didn’t seem so cocky now that this doctor had come and called him ‘dummkopf’. I felt like I was watching a character from an old B movie come to life. He looked every bit the part of the German mad scientist stereotype. He was even wearing a lab coat there in a cabin in Arizona. I noticed it wasn’t a modern lab coat either. This one was a relic, thicker than anything you'd find in a supply catalog today, made from heavy cotton twill or perhaps even duck cloth, the kind of fabric you’d expect on a soldier’s overcoat rather than in a sterile lab. The stitching was dense and industrial, the kind you’d expect to hold up in a factory, or a war zone. The buttons were large and metal, dulled

If we can't get rid of them now, there's really nothing preventing them from hunting us all evening. I looked over my shoulder when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. A rotten was staggering along, perhaps just joining the throng as we passed. The pristine white clothing dangling from the slender, skeletal shoulders had what piqued my attention the most. It was filthy, ragged, and coated with dried blood and intestines, but it was clear what it was. A laboratory gown... "He's wearing a laboratory coat! We must be getting pretty close!" I guffawed.

The side door slid open, and I stepped out into the freezing drizzle. I wasn't wearing my Phantom vest. I wore my white laboratory coat over my dark clothes, my stethoscope around my neck, and Arthur secure against my chest, completely hidden beneath the thick layers of my coat. Vulture and Kaelen stepped out behind me, both of them in plain black jackets, their weapons concealed but their eyes scanning the rooftops for snipers.

It was eye opening for me and it also gave me a glimpse of what the prince’s work was like. “This place should interest you more than the one before,” he told me with a bright smile. “What will they show us here?” I asked. "You’ll see soon enough for yourself,” the prince replied before winking at me. His words made me feel suddenly excited. A group of people dressed in white lab coats were there to welcome us when we entered the laboratory. After exchanging words of formal greeting, we were ready to start on our tour.

Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. I push away from the work area and stand from the chair. My hands push up into the air and I stretch my body while I walk to the door. Kicking off my shoes, I shrug off my lab coat and any other trace of the lab that can be found on me, leaving me behind with my simple outfit of jeans, sneakers, and a cozy t-shirt.

The students then entered the room one by one, wearing their labels. When Luciana went in, she was taken aback by the decor. There was a rack of shoes to her left, ranging from brightly coloured shoes to ankle-tying boots to flat shoes, everything was there. Several suites with diverse colour palettes were hanging on a drawer to her left. The one that stood out in front of her was a shelf with hundreds of vials, beakers, and belts stacked on top of each other. There were too many for her to choose from, including one that could wrap around her waist and another that could tie over her shoulders.

Humans can't change colours. A knock on the door interrupted my thinking, making me quickly go and see who was there. I grabbed my key card and scanned it, the door sliding open and shooting out a gust of fog as usual. It was one of the scientists that worked here. His lab coat was green, I didn't really know why, nor did I care. He was holding an envelope in his gloved hands. "For you, results for subject MM2077." He said, pushing it into my hands. Without another word, he turned around and left.

It's probably a joke courtesy of one of my cousins. My stomach twitches and I ignore it. No time to eat. I'm naked, so leaping off the ledge and flying to my lab takes all of thirty seconds. I shift and pull on a pair of loose, black cotton pants and shrug into my white-or at least it started white-lab coat. The lab is as I left it-disarray that I have no trouble keeping track of. I get straight to work putting together the new plans I came up with. "Uh hum."