The Novel Factory Novels & Stories

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.

Damien kissed her quickly and firmly, then stepped back and told her it was time. Up close, the factory looked even more abandoned. Broken windows gaped like empty eyes, graffiti covered the walls, and weeds pushed through cracks in the concrete. Elena left the car two blocks away and walked the rest of the distance alone, just as instructed. Every shadow felt alive, as if someone might step out with a gun already aimed at her head. She couldn’t see Damien’s men, but she felt them watching, and she hoped whoever waited inside the factory couldn’t see them either.

They came for the charm, I guessed. Two weeks later, I was still here. I was working at The Novel Grind, a bookshop that also sold coffee. Even better, I got the small apartment upstairs. My new boss used it for storage for years, so it was a mess of boxes. Still, it was mine. I loved it.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

In that instant, the staff will be completely down with a sickness that includes cold, fever, weakness, dizziness, etc. Zenos’s eyes constricted, and his expression turned cold. "How?” The factory was built with expensive and quality materials. There are no holes, and everything about the factory was sealed from the public! “Was there any attractive smell?" Moreover, to prevent attractive smells that could tempt different sorts of things, the factory already had different sorts of precautions taken. This means…

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 .

“Then that’s where we start.” --- The docks reeked of salt and oil, the air thick with the stench of decay. Rusted cranes loomed like skeletons against the grey sky. It was the kind of place people disappeared without leaving a trace. Isabella followed Alexander as they moved through the shadows, flanked by two of his men. Every creak of metal, every gust of wind felt amplified — a reminder that danger could strike from anywhere. Inside the factory, the echo of footsteps and dripping water filled the air. The walls were lined with broken machinery, the floor littered with debris.

I increased the volume, and a reporter was standing in front of a factory and first responders and police were all over the scene. “First responders are working hard to put out the fire that broke out at MW&O Corporation’s factory just an hour ago. Fortunately, the factory was empty at the time the fire broke out. Officials will be launching an investigation as to what started the fire. I am…” I switched off the tv and turned to look at Marcas. That was our biggest factory in New Village and now it has burned to the ground. Everything we have worked for over the past couple of months has gone up in smoke. My knees grew weak and Marcas supported me and helped me to the couch.

A part of me wanted to scream for help, but I wasn’t even sure where I was. There was nothing but a single bulb hoisted above my head. It was able to illuminate the people standing around me, all glaring down at me with hateful and murderous eyes. The rest of the world was engulfed by pure darkness as far as I can tell. When I tried to squint my eyes, I noticed that there were a few silhouettes. They were machines if I was not mistaken. That means I must be in some abandoned factory or something. And the only abandoned factory in Nuvia was the one down St. Anthony Road; it was solely abandoned because it was believed to be haunted for decades.