Monster Inc Janitor Novels & Stories

Noa’s stomach lurched. “Who are you?” he hissed. The man smiled again. “I’m the architect.” He stood up and tapped the case. “You’re the key. But you’re not ready yet. So we’ll wait. Let the monster finish his work.” He walked to the door, paused, then glanced back. “When it’s time, I’ll come back. And you’ll open just like they all do.” Then he was gone. The door shut with a quiet finality. Noa slid to the floor, trembling.

Damian thought for a moment, then he waved his hand in front of his face, as if slapping the wind. He immediately pushed his bad thoughts away, not wanting to disappoint him by thinking that was nothing. He tried to calm himself down and walked towards Adrian’s room. But the more he walked, the more Damian couldn’t take his eyes off the lobby where a cleaner was mopping the floor. He was a young man with blond hair and a sky blue uniform. Because of such great curiosity, he stepped closer to the janitor inspected. Watching the figure closely, especially on his face, and made the officer stop his activities.

“I need a connection. I will find it—give me some time to reverse-work this situation.” Before he could nod, there was a knock on the door—a weak knock. Viktor’s brows pulled together as he glanced between us and then looked at the door. “Enter.” I expected some meek servant, walking in with a tray of food or something, but the scenario was entirely different. It was James—the little, punk-ass, genius computer geek my brother hired. He was a nice, useful kid until he opened his mouth. “Yo, bossman,” he entered, with a bright grin on his face and a laptop in his hand. “I have news for you.”

He was more careful of where he hit me. The door opens and my heart races. Cautiously I turn and find kind brown eyes. I let out a sigh of relief as I realize it’s Jen, the janitor. She’s an elderly woman that keeps to herself. She first stumbled across me last year while I was changing. Greg had had one too many drinks and she had seen the bruises and cuts. I thought she would kick me out since students are allowed in here unless they’re attending classes. But she just nodded at me and began cleaning the locker room. She did the same now. I rip the wet clothes sticking to my body and throw them in the trash. I don’t want to chuck them but I have nowhere to stash them and someone will throw

"The feedback loop will fry your nervous system if you’re the transmitter. I won't let you do it." "You don't have a choice, Julian!" I screamed back, the red light of the 'On Air' sign reflecting in my tear-filled eyes. "Victor is watching. He wants to see if the 'Monster' will choose the girl or the city. If you love me, you’ll help me tell the truth." The studio door creaked open. Okey, the security guard, stood there. But his eyes weren't brown anymore. They were a flat, milky white—the hallmark of a 'Sequence 5' sleeper agent whose "Off" switch had finally been flipped.

It was only later that it had dawned on the manager that the janitor was too big built to be the man who normally did the rounds of his building. The tech guys had gone one step further; they had discovered the identity of the man who had called on the manager. Dean Nelson. And the janitor had called in sick for the day. * So who had been the mysterious man who had broken into her apartment thought Bianca as she sat, hugging her knees, on the couch as she listened with half an ear to the conversations going around. Barry had brought in some of his mates and someone had handed her a bowl of hot, steaming chicken soup.

As she walked out of her office, she passed by a few workers who were still wrapping up their various tasks. They acknowledged her presence with a polite greeting. "Good evening Madam." Stepping into the elevator, Monica was surprised to find herself face to face with a male cleaner who accidentally bumped into her. "Watch where you're going next time! The last time I checked, we don't hire blind workers here." She retorted sharply, her tone rude and frustrated. "I'm sorry ma'am," the cleaner apologetically bowed his head. Monica scoffed in response, her impatience evident as she exited the elevator, leaving the male cleaner behind. As she walked away, the cleaner couldn't help but smirk sli

They never mentioned Kael. The conversation always revolved around my recovery or some trivial gossip about the pack. Half a month later, my body had basically recovered enough to move. One morning, I got out of bed alone to stretch my limbs. When passing the hallway, I accidentally heard two young maids talking in low voices, sighing: "I really didn't expect that Alpha Kael, so young and powerful, would..." "Shh, keep it down!" Another maid named Sarah saw me and hurriedly stopped her friend, lowering her head awkwardly.

His face, which still vaguely resembled a human, was now filled with pure, insane hatred. “Jack…” His voice, now as deep as hell, blared through the lobby’s public address system; he had clearly taken control of the security room. “The game is over. Tonight, all of you… will become sacrifices for my rebirth!” “Marcus!” Jack roared. “On the way!” Marcus’s tactical squad, the “Urban Fangs” disguised as waiters, had drawn their concealed weapons and began evacuating the crowd and engaging the monster in fire. But their bullets struck the black carapace, only sending up a series of ineffective sparks.

Quiet. I didn’t speak. Just took the metal rod from the table and drove it through his thigh. He howled. Blood sprayed the floor. I leaned down, my voice low. “You have five seconds to be useful before I start removing bones.” He spat blood. “You’re not a king. Just a monster in a suit.” I smiled. “You’re half right.” Then I grabbed his face and whispered against his ear. “I’m the monster your boss sends sheep like you to distract me. But I don’t get distracted. I remember.”