Novel Safe Haven Novels & Stories

[Apple] It has been a week since Thorne hid me away in this witches' cavern, a home for lost souls, looking for safety. They call this place Haven. It means a place to feel safe and at home. For witches like myself, witches hiding from wolves, we need a place like this to keep our hearts, bodies, and minds safe.

Ethan asked. Adrian answered before Aurora could. “Somewhere they can’t find.” Marcus frowned. “That place exists?” A quiet voice answered from the back. “Yes.” They all turned. Daniel. He had been silent until now. Watching. Thinking. Now— Speaking. “I know a place,” Daniel continued. “A safehouse.” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Define safe.” Daniel met his gaze. “Hidden. Off-grid. No digital trace.” Marcus leaned forward. “That’s not easy to maintain.”

The sky was clear for the first time in weeks, the stars bright and cold, scattered like diamonds across a black cloth. The new safe house was a farmhouse at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by fields and old oaks. The grass was tall, dry, rustling in the wind. No neighbors. No streetlights. No cameras. No one knew about it except Julian. He had bought it years ago and never used it. He said it was time. He said it was safe. I did not believe him. Nothing was safe. But I was too tired to argue. My bones ached. My eyes burned.

"He's coming for us." Lena didn't look up. "Let him." They arrived at the safehouse just before morning. It was a dilapidated apartment above an old auto repair shop, the sort of place nobody would give a second glance. An ideal hideaway—until the present. Damien locked the door behind them. "We need a plan before Kane moves." Noah tossed the purloined files onto the table. "We have his secrets. He'll come to retrieve them." Evelyn crossed her arms. "And we make sure he walks away from this place no more."

“When that's established, Rushy will move in and take her to the safe house. If it's possible to get her before the end of the day, even better.” Yes, I had a safe house. I was a freaking Billionaire not a saint. My safe house was where I did things I did not want to get associated with my name. If it ever got discovered, one of my security guards would take the fall and admit he had been using it for illegal business without my knowledge. When I had disseminated that information, I went to my study, grabbed a book and sat by the window that overlooked the city. Within a short time, my coffee was ready and as I drank it, I thought about the tragedy that was Lilith Hellman.

“But not yet.” His fingers moved inside her in a slow, steady rhythm, watching her body melt beneath his touch . When her legs started to shake, he lifted her with ease, pulling her thighs tight around his waist. She could feel him. His hard thick length pressed against her. “You want it?” he asked, his voice low as he rocked his hips against her. His Cock grinding into her wet entrance. She nodded desperately. “No safe word,” he reminded her. “You give me everything.” “Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

She sniffed a few times before leaning on her husband. Kristoff couldn’t help but pinch her chin and kiss her lips. “Now that our son is away, isn’t it high time that you focus on me? I’m now the only man left in the house.” Alyana blushed and slapped her husband playfully. She intertwined their hands while thinking about their child that got sent away. She closed her eyes and prayed that he’ll be safe and happy in the academy. After all, it’s the only way… ********** Two men sat opposite each other without talking. They were seizing one another with hatred that was so obvious it flowed through every corner of the room.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

I transferred the money to her, and collected the keys with no time to ask for receipts. With the path ahead, and no idea where I am or where I'm heading, tears streamed down my eyes. “ Who do I go home to?” I asked myself, hands on the wheel, with a suffocating heaviness on my chest. Clouded by that thought, the path ahead blurred in my sight and when I heard the honk, it was too late. I opened my eyes to a blinding light. The air smells of phenolic compounds. Just enough to keep the place disinfected, yet disturbing at first. I stirred, but the conversation ahead made me freeze.

OFF THE GRID As Maya followed Raven into the building, she was struck by its simplicity. The interior was sparse, with plain walls and a single table in the center of the room. Raven gestured for Maya to sit down, and she did, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of what was going on. Echo sat down beside her, her eyes fixed intently on Raven. Raven took a deep breath, her expression serious. "This is a safehouse," she said. "A place where we can hide out for a while."