Novel Lab Novels & Stories

I said, “I want to see it as it is. Not as you think it should look for a brochure.” Alexander’s mouth thinned. “Clara—” “You asked me to help you reform this,” I said. “Start by not lying to me about what you’re doing to those people.” The words landed. He closed his eyes briefly. “Anya,” he said finally. “Maintain current state in Lab 7. No changes. We’ll observe only.” “Yes, Doctor,” she said. *** The elevator down to Lab 7 was different. No smooth corporate panel. It's just a plain metal box, a keypad, and a retinal scanner.

It was a torment she could no longer bear. Floating in midair, I stared blankly at the scene before me, unable to understand why Eliza was crying. Shouldn't she have been happy to learn I was dead? After all, she was the one who had sent me to the basement laboratory and also the one who had whipped me. Yet, she was weeping over the news of my death now? Before I could make sense of what was happening, Christopher suddenly came running up from behind Eliza. "Eliza, what on earth is going on? Why are you crying like this?"

Rows of lab benches were lined with equipment, and a few lab technicians in white coats were busy with their work. Lisa approached one of the technicians, a young woman with short blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. “Excuse me,” Lisa said, forcing a polite smile. “I’m Dr. Lisa Monroe, here to observe. Can you tell me a bit about the work you’re doing?” The technician glanced up, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized Lisa’s name. “Of course, Dr. Monroe. We’re currently testing a new drug designed to treat neurodegenerative diseases. It’s still in the early stages, but we’ve had some promising results.”

All around, beakers, test tubes, and plastic tubings littered the place, along with books unreadable to humans and angels alike. The lone figure at the center of the den hums to herself. Carefully reading a note in front of her, Monique daintily squeezed the tip of a plastic pipette. Emerald green liquid dripped into the corpse's exposed organs, burning where it touched. "We lost five of the nobles and several of The Infected. Those who escaped are currently on their way here. We need to make room for them." Fabienne came barrelling into the laboratory, frantic and disheveled.

Their brows furrowed in deep concentration, their hands deftly manipulating intricate apparatuses, and their eyes reflecting the flickering glow of screens displaying vital data. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the laboratory, casting an ethereal glow upon the scene. The air was infused with a faint scent of chemicals, a tangible reminder of the transformative experiments that took place within these hallowed walls. The atmosphere crackled with an intangible energy as if the very essence of a human potential hung suspended, waiting to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world. Menelik made his entrance into the laboratory, flanked by two warriors. "So, what Nikola? Are we good to go now??" He ec

Yvonne's POV My time at the lab was going great. I was having way too much fun playing in the lab as I referred to it. I had come up with the perfect red lipstick, but I couldn’t very well start a company with a single lipstick. I needed to have nail polish to match along with other shades. I loved the color mixing. I arrived home from the lab a couple hours earlier, grabbed a snack, and got right to work.

Park's installation team had executed the laboratory setup with remarkable attention to scientific detail. Returning to the primary bench, she accessed the digital chemical inventory on the desktop computer. The comprehensive list was staggering, containing every industrial solvent, rare catalyst, and complex organic building block necessary for advanced molecular synthesis. Elara pulled up an old file detailing a simple compound synthesis. To test her physical technique and ensure she could operate efficiently in this massive new space, she selected a straightforward organic molecule she had manufactured hundreds of times during her graduate studies. The compound was entirely unrelated to V

It was a long time after Catherine's back had disappeared that he slowly came back to his senses. Patrick asked inwardly, "What kind of stupid thing have I done? How could someone who could become Branden's fiancée be an ordinary person? What's more, she is also the person that Mr. Duncan dotes. I should have thought of her unusual status when she was doing the experiment." Only a few laboratories internationally could conduct this experiment, very few. The most famous of them was the neck-and-neck laboratory with them, the Arbotte Laboratory. However, Patrick had never thought that the boss behind this laboratory was such a beautiful young girl.

, Vincent remarked coldly before raising the book. “Since what we need is here, we should get to work as soon as possible” he added, and I agreed immediately. “I guess the lab will be our new home for the time being”, I chuckled, and we went out of Alpha Draco’s throne room. We sanitized ourselves and everything that was brought into the lab to avoid any contamination. We had to be extremely careful since we were dealing with high end research and wouldn’t want any problems along the way. “We cannot step out until the first round is done. We can pull through this to the end” he said to me and bumped fists with me before we bowed a little out of respect and started working on the cure.

Right now, I had a daughter to save. * * * The lab had started as a garage, or maybe a storage wing, before I gutted it and rebuilt the place molecule by molecule. Stainless steel, negative pressure, its own power backup—nothing could contaminate the work if I didn’t let it. On the counter near the back wall, a battered notebook sat open to the last entry. My mother’s handwriting was spidery, erratic. The ink had faded but not enough to hide the corrections—she’d drawn lines through whole paragraphs, rewritten them, then scribbled “NO” in the margin with enough pressure to scar the page.