The Novel Factory Novels & Stories

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

“Two on the catwalk. One at the loading bay. Kill the lights upstairs—keep the bulb in the office; I want the decoy to breathe. If they breach, fall to stairwell B. No one dies or gets too loud.” Men answered in clicks and monosyllables, the tongue combat uses when deadline wears reinforced boots. Our men moved fast, flickering out of the gloom—the loyal few with the eyes of men who had outlived persistent trends. The old factory building took them in like an old cathedral remembering faithful parishioners. Boots scuffed the grit. Metal complained but had to shut up. Somewhere water kept counting, drop by drop, the patient counter of someone’s bad ideas.

They spilled out of the cafeteria, stumbled from warehouses of all sizes, and even clawed their way down from the office building. Most of them still wore grimy factory uniforms, frozen in the routines of their old jobs. If you ignored the rotting flesh, the buzzing flies, and the gaping holes in their faces, the whole factory almost looked busy again—as if it had come back to life in the worst way possible. This place wasn't a food plant anymore. It was a zombie factory. Miles stood on the rooftop, laughing so hard that his voice cracked. "Bet you didn't know I had gifts, huh?" he shouted at Hayley's armored vehicle, which was now surrounded by the horde.

But it only made him smirk. “I said I’ve got an appointment,” I repeated, this time slower, stepping closer until we were nearly nose to nose. “You want to call him down and explain to him why I’m standing out here like some delivery boy?” He hesitated. Good. Behind him, the building stretched long and low, all corroded steel and broken windows like every shady mafia factory ever built. The air reeked of oil, smoke, and something far darker. Inside, I knew, was where it all happened: the packaging, the laundering, the torture, the trades. A fully operational hell disguised as an abandoned factory.

They all stood in front of Novelty, the book store that had been converted into a small book cafe with scrumptious cakes on display. Hazel's hands were flat against the store window, her face was busy looking at the cakes making Gage chuckle and he grabbed Bree's hands in his. "Come on, Bree, we're not letting her drool in front of a window store."

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

Richard Hart lowered himself slowly into the chair behind his desk and looked older than he had five minutes ago. “Elena,” he said carefully, “sit down.” I remained standing. He sighed softly, like a man who had expected that answer. “All right,” he said. “Then listen.” I crossed my arms over my chest and waited. For a few seconds he said nothing at all. He stared at the desk, one hand resting against the polished wood, as if searching for the version of the story he could survive telling. Finally, he looked up. “Factory Seven began as a subcontracted research site,” he said. “Officially, it was a materials development facility. Small. Quiet. Off the books enough to avoid media attention but

"Don’t worry about me. If they know what’s good for them, they won’t lay a finger on me." Pavan snorted, looking at her in admiration. "One day, I’ll be able to say that too." Danial shot him a look. "Pavan..." Pavan immediately mimed zipping his mouth shut and gestured for them to continue. The factory’s interior was worse than the outside. The air was thick with a strange metallic stench, a mix of rust and something darker that they couldn’t quite place. Flickering overhead lights bathed the walls in an eerie glow, revealing peeling paint, cracked cement, and old bloodstains splattered in forgotten corners.

A NovelCat & Goodnovel presents I'M 100% HUMAN BUT NOT EDIBLE FOR ZOMBIES (The Original: Light Novel) Author: VestigialPrincess (Zellah) Editor: Anna More updates on novel-cat platform. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events or any incident are only products of the Author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.