Novel Safe Haven Novels & Stories

Aria's pov The safehouse smelled like dust, old wood, and the scent of the rain outside. It was a small cabin hidden deep in the neutral woods, far away from the city. Inside, the only light came from the screen of Max’s old laptop and a single flickering candle on the wooden desk. I sat in the creaking chair, my fingers frozen over the keyboard. Noah had insisted I changed locations for my own safety, atleast till we know what's going on.

“They have everything now. Name, face, network.” — The new safehouse was nothing more than a ranger’s cabin nestled deep in the pines, miles from any paved road or watchful eye. Inside, the air was warm, filled with the scent of pine and medicinal antiseptic from Alex’s self-tended wound. Ava sat cross-legged on a wool blanket spread across the floor, Pearl nestled in her lap. She gently stroked her hair, trying to coax her into sleep. “No more secrets, okay?” Ava whispered, pressing her lips against her daughter’s temple.

For the first time in years, I felt safe. And that scared me more than anything. Because safety with Czar Aslanov always came with a price. And I had a feeling the bill was about to come due. To be continued…

For them, I could sit on that stand, I could face Vivienne one last time and I could win. The safehouse was quieter than the motel, quieter than any place we’d been in months. Too quiet almost like the silence was waiting for us to fill it. Nova slept in the bassinet a few feet away, a tiny rise and fall beneath her blanket, her lips parted just enough to make a faint sound like a sigh. I watched her for what felt like hours, the rhythm of her breathing dragging me back from the edge of panic again and again. Every so often, my hand drifted to the strap of the document bag now tucked under the bed. The papers, the proof, the lies Vivienne had spun into our lives, all of it safe but no docume

“Where do we go?” Reva took a deep breath. “I know a place. But we need to leave now.” A Sanctuary in the Dark The safe house was buried deep within the city, hidden beneath layers of false identities and misdirection. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than an abandoned bookstore. But inside, it was a fortress. Ayesha paced the small living room as Adrian and Priya checked the perimeter. Reva sat on the couch, rubbing her temples. “We need to decrypt the file,” Ayesha said. “Whatever’s in it, we need to know now.”

When he was done I smiled and said, "I completely understand Jayce. It's perfect. To be honest I didn't think about the interruptions or not having any privacy." He laughed as if he understood what I was saying then just looked at me. His blue-green eyes were sparkling and for a moment I felt as if they were trying to convay something to me. His eyes whispered 'trust me' and I felt a sense of safety and security I had been longing for quite some time. As I stared into his eyes I felt myself getting lost in his gaze wondering if he was the one who could break down the barrier to my heart. Could I honestly trust him this early on? I could see his sincerity and kindness but there was a part of

That's why Vander, Jake, Peter, and Finn started taking turns spending the night here again. We would do anything to help Layla feel safe. She had been through so much and it broke everyone's heart to see her struggling. None of us knew what to do, though. She was going to therapy, she was part of the Watchmen, we made sure that she was protected no matter where she went. Luke even offered to have a security detail with her at all times but she refused.

“This is the Haven. It’s a place your brother built after your parents passed away. It has 6 buildings fitted with rooms in case of emergencies. It has enough space for 2000 people, one building is full of weapons and supplies. If something were to happen, non warriors, children and elderly would be moved here.” I was about to reply when Mystic howled again, causing me to clutch my head. ‘GO. NOW.’ He screamed. I took off running at the pulling once again. Hearing the faint shouts of Susan and Scott behind me. I got to one of the buildings further down the row and didn't even stop to open the door slowly. It swung open and hit the wall behind it with a hard smack that I’m sure has put a hole

His jaw clenched so tightly that Yvette wondered if he was grinding memories between his teeth. “Where are we going?” she finally asked. He didn’t look at her. “To a place I hoped I’d never use again.” --- The safehouse wasn’t a house. It was a bunker. Built into the cliffs above a frozen lake, hidden beneath moss-covered rock and a fake fishing shack. The air was sharp, alpine-cold. Pines leaned in close, whispering in wind language. The kind of place where things went to sleep and didn’t wake up.