Novel Factory Novels & Stories

Arganta Textile Factory stood silently in the northern part of the city. The building was old and decayed, like the skeleton of a giant rotting in the darkness. The air was filled with the smell of rust and dampness. The perfect place to hide something... or someone. Inside the factory grounds, the security appeared lax. Two guards leaned against the wall, empty bottles scattered at their feet. Their eyes were half-closed, their bodies swaying from alcohol. A fatal mistake.

"Not at all, Mr. Vane. This factory is my personal property, registered entirely under my own name. It is neither a branch of Vanguard Corp nor one of my family's subsidiaries. It is an independent asset that belongs solely to me." Her assistant then handed Charlie a tablet, swiping across the screen to display a virtual tour of the factory's interior. The production area was remarkably spacious, the ventilation system had been designed to exceptionally high standards, and what caught Charlie's attention the most were the large industrial machines used for cosmetic chemical processing, all of which remained in outstanding condition.

Amelia said, her finger tapping a corner, “the factory covers about ten thousand square meters.” “Ten thousand…” I repeated under my breath. That was territory size. Pack-land size. Far too large for a second-tier company like the Darvin Group. My wolf bristled. Patrick wasn’t just hiding something, he was nesting. How had he concealed this from the council, from rival packs, from corporate surveillance? “Yes,” Chloe added, her voice heavy. “Finding two people in there without alerting anyone is close to impossible.” Amelia’s finger began tracing lines across the map. “If it’s that difficult, we need precision. From Aria’s map, the factory is divided into four zones: work areas, employee res

Eric was obviously a bit dissatisfied, but since this place was chosen long ago, it could not be changed. The factory had been cleaned, but it was still gloomy and somewhat eerie. The grayish-white walls looked dilapidated. Tables and chairs were scattered everywhere, and the wind blew up some old curtains. It just looked like a haunted house. There were three floors in this factory. Each team chose one floor and had to stick together when they swap floors later. Nathaniel and Fabian chose the first floor. Nicole and Eric chose the second floor. Miles and Mikayla chose the third floor.

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Lilliana agrees. We walk around the factory, looking for a place where we can sneak in, but the security is tight. The thick walls are lined with a double layer of electric fencing. There are only two entrances, both of which are heavily guarded. The guards search every single car that enters and require identification for every person on board. There seems to be a list with names and only names on the list are granted entry. As we walk past one of the entrances, we notice a person with a black hooded cloak exiting one of the limos. The person enters the factory through a back door that leads to the basement. “Strange” Lilliana and I say at the same time. We look at each other stunned. What

assured Matthew as he moved Rena's ankles on both his shoulders and started to jerk as hard as he could. *** "Well, thank you very much for having the factory owner with me." Darren greeted the man who was probably almost half a century old in front of the prefabricated building used as the product packaging area. Almost all of the materials used to build the huge place were of the same demountable and lightweight type as the non-permanent factories along the outskirts of the oil towns they visited. "Just for a walk. It just so happens that Saski is bored when she comes home from school," responded the owner, who Darren knew was not directly in charge of the leadership of the company that ha

Nora P.O.V First, I needed a plan and second I needed something to distract them. I glanced at the factory, scanning the perimeter. The place was heavily guarded, with armed men stationed at every entrance. There was no way I could just walk in. But there had to be another way inside ,somewhere they were not watching as closely. An idea started forming in my brain.It was an old school trick but I think this will.I hope this will help me to distract them .

"In fact, yes. Don’t tell anyone what you just said, okay? Tell me more about that factory." "Okay. Last year, another factory was bought up beside his. He heard the landlord talking about it. But the factory always operated at night, where more workers would come. They’re like, making food or something. They have more guards patrolling the factory than the others. Then every month or so, there’s this black car sneakily driving into the factory. I caught sight of it one time but nah, I didn’t mind. None of my business anyway." "Do you have a photo of the plate number?"

This would allow us to talk business, which was customary, and avoid getting into trouble. When our car arrived at Fred's place, I was surprised again. It had just been an empty area last time I was here, but now, there were large, massive factory buildings with frame constructions growing out of the ground. It was tidy and well-organized, and appeared to be bigger than the factories in Solaris. Fred thanked me for the wonderful idea and seemed extremely satisfied. I didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse. Noah’s younger brother was challenging to deal with.