Novel Safe Haven Novels & Stories

“I have a place. No one knows about it. We’ll stay there until I figure out what to do next.” She wanted to protest—wanted to ask why he always had a plan like he expected the world to fall apart. But instead, she nodded. “Okay.” The safehouse was a modern, minimalist apartment buried deep in an anonymous high-rise with no concierge, no cameras, and no nameplate. The elevator opened straight into the living room. It was too clean. Too quiet. Anaïs wrapped a throw blanket around herself and curled into a chair by the window. Below, the city blinked on like nothing had changed. She hated that. How the world just kept turning after something so bloody and real.

But maybe, just maybe, it was real. "We're going to be okay," James whispered in her ear. "All of us. We're going to get through this." Novalee wanted to believe him. Needed to believe him. So she nodded and held his hand and pretended the knot in her stomach was hope instead of dread. --- The safe house was a farmhouse forty miles outside the city. Old, weathered, surrounded by empty fields and a long gravel driveway that would make it impossible for anyone to approach unnoticed. As they pulled up, Novalee spotted movement. Men working around the property—fixing a fence post, moving hay bales, tending to cattle in a distant pen. Four of them visible. All wearing ranch hand clothes: worn jea

“Oh yeah, we would never want to take this from you. What you guys have achieved at Safe Haven is more than what we could have ever imagined and knowing that some of our female wolves and pups now have a safe place to go means more to us than anything else. Not everyone is lucky to find their mate, some are forced into bonds that they never wanted. Or in relationships that are dangerous. So we would never do anything to take that away from you guys. Honestly, we would like to expand it and open more shelters in each city and state for our packs to be able to access.” I bite my lip and purse it, “I think we can do that.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. “I love you Asher. Thank yo

“I plan to spend every waking minute with you, Hope, and I wanted to talk with you about sleeping arrangements. But let me get lunch first while you unpack and we can talk over lunch.” “Sounds good,” she says. I go downstairs, ordering sandwiches, chips, cookies, fruit, and drinks for us. While I wait, I go through my argument for Hope to stay with me this weekend. My sister, knowing that we’re not marked, chose to put Hope in the second packhouse on Safe Haven pack lands. It’s the newer packhouse, the one that was built more centrally located on the pack lands after they expanded and bought the land that separated Safe Haven from Canyon Ridge, Alpha Rik’s pack. Now, all three of our packs b

Chapter 93 Connor and Annah had finally arrived at the safehouse, a quiet haven nestled deep within a lush forest. The hideaway had become a necessity, a refuge from the constant threats and attacks that had been happening to them at Connor's mansion. As they stepped inside the cozy cabin, Annah's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, Connor, this place is beautiful!" she exclaimed, taking in the warm, fresh interior with its wooden beams and stone fireplace. Connor chuckled, his arm slipping around her waist, drawing her close to him. "Well, I had to make sure it was at least as nice as the mansion," he quipped, his tone playful.

"When you come back, we're going to have a long talk about your priorities." I pushed past him without another word. Behind me, I could hear him rallying the others. This was bad. Really bad. But right now, Calla needed me more than the pack did. --- The safehouse was an old cabin about ten miles outside town. Hidden in the woods where no one would think to look. I'd used it before when pack members needed to shift away from prying eyes. It was isolated. Private and safe. Thunder rumbled overhead as I carried her inside. The storm had been building all day. By the look of those clouds, we'd be stuck here for a while.

Elyse would nearly nag me to death if I smoke at home and I knew better than to incur that little spitfire’s wrath. “Took you long enough” I didn’t look at him when I said that. My back was turned to him as I stared at the large expanse of land before me. We were at one of my safe houses hidden in a deep forest a few miles away from home and every other civilizations around. That’s the purpose of having it here, to keep it away from the eyes of regular people. I’ve got a few other safe houses but apart from my mansion, this is the safest one of them all and the only one where I thought was fit to keep the rescued girls at. Far away from wandering eyes but most especially away from Luciano.

I wasn’t beginning to lose hope; I had lost it long ago. Eyes shut, I let the frustration burn its way through me until I couldn’t feel it any longer. “Still. I kept a promise to a dear friend, and I’m a man of my word. There is a safe house at the edge of the Demilitarized Zone. It is one of the few places reserved for human society—or, at least those wealthy enough to purchase their peace and safety there. That will likely be the safest place for you.” “Where will you go after that?” asked Valerie.

“He wants to dismantle me. Not just financially. Emotionally. He wants control. Of the business. Of you. Of everything Maddox lost.” Ava wrapped her arms around Liam, kissing the top of his head. “Where do we go now?” she asked. “I have a private safehouse outside the city,” he said. “No digital trace. No one knows about it. Not even Lila.” She nodded, silent but determined. The safehouse was nestled deep in the Catskills—a log-cabin-style home reinforced with steel core beams and hidden surveillance systems. It looked rustic from the outside, but inside it was sleek and impenetrable.

It was called Haven and it was located a mile away from their pack Cora had never been to Haven, but she had heard that it was run by a group of people who were dedicated to protecting and helping omegas who had been abandoned or abused. It sounded like the perfect place for her to go. She finished packing and looked around her room one last time. It was empty now, and she felt a pang of sadness. This had been her home for the past year, and now she was leaving it behind.