Novel Safe Haven Novels & Stories

Besides, my phone is only out for security. ​Ryan: Right. Security. Well, since you’re unprotected out there, just remember what happens when you get home. I'm counting down the hours until my afternoon slot. ​A sudden warmth flushed over Vennessa’s cheeks. ​"Oh, look at that face," Ava teased loudly, leaning over to peek at the screen. "The billionaire is missing his wife! Tell him he can have you back in two hours!" ​"Shh, brat," Vennessa laughed, quickly locking her phone and shoving it away to regain her composure.

“Dawson—” “Alive,” Esther cut in, her voice clipped. She reloaded her pistol with practiced calm. “For now.” Valerie snorted. “Optimism’s cute on you, Es.” Ace slammed the brakes, veering into an alley. The engine died, leaving only the sound of our ragged breaths. “Where are we?” I asked. “Somewhere Julia won’t look.” He shoved the door open, cold air slicing through the tension. --- The new safehouse was a cramped loft above a fish market. The stench of salt and decay clung to the walls. Valerie gagged. “Charming. Smells like my ex’s soul.”

We slipped into a service tunnel, a waiting SUV idling at the end. Harlan drove, his face ashen. “Where to?” “Midtown,” I said, rubbing my wrists. “The Vasquezes think I’m done. Let’s remind them.” 4:45 p.m. – Kane’s safehouse The safehouse was a luxury loft in Tribeca, its windows tinted, security AI humming like a guardian. Elena paced the living room, her Glock holstered but her eyes wild, tears dried into salt tracks. Sofia lay on the couch, her wound rebandaged, her breath steady but weak, the cancer a shadow she fought with every inhale. Marco hunched over his laptops, screens glowing with code, his face a mask of concentration and guilt. I stood by the window, my rifle propped, scanni

"Danforth safehouse. Thirty minutes max." "I don't want safety," I snarled. "I want Cassian." "We won't find him dead," Pandora burst out suddenly. "They need him alive." That single sentence kept me on my feet. I clung to it like a lifeline. Cassian was still alive. For now. The safehouse lay concealed beneath the hulk of an old shipping yard—steel, salt, and silence. There, the air was thick with the smell of oil and betrayal.

“We stay and fight. I’m tired of packing bags and hiding in different places like we’re the criminals.” Damian’s grip stayed firm but gentle, guiding her further down the hall toward the living room. “This isn’t hiding. This is keeping you and them alive. The note was inside the nursery. Someone got past security and left it on the crib. We’re not waiting for the next one to be a bomb or worse. The safehouse across town is ready. We move tonight.”

Then a voice message from Donovan came. “Take care of yourself, Viola. Go to physical therapy. Take the meds. Don’t push yourself too hard.If you ever do fly again, use that cushion.” “I canceled Seraphina’s security detail. Took her off the family access list. There won’t be a 51st run. No more.” For the first time since I’d left New York, I cried. For the girl who’d stood in that arrivals hall one hundred and twelve times, waiting for someone who would never show up.

“We’re not going anywhere near it. I know a safehouse across the river. Dead zone for comms—if it wakes up again, at least it won’t be able to phone home.” --- The ride was a blur of cold wind and slick streets. The city was quieter now, the storm having washed away most of its sounds. But Mara kept glancing over her shoulder, half-expecting black SUVs to materialize from the rain-slick shadows. They reached the safehouse just before dawn. It was a squat concrete block hidden behind a warehouse, with nothing to identify it but a rusted door and a single flickering bulb. Inside was spartan—two cots, a steel table, a propane heater.

Part 1: Nowhere Left to Run Rain hammered against the city streets. Lina and Adrian moved through the darkness in silence. Every shadow felt dangerous. Every passing car made Lina tense. The note was still in her pocket. STOP RUNNING FROM YOUR DESTINY. The words wouldn't leave her mind. Finally, Adrian stopped in front of an old brick building hidden between abandoned warehouses. "We're here." Lina looked up. "This is the safehouse?" "For now." Part 2: Inside

“Even if she survived and ran to the police, it wouldn’t matter. They don’t protect useless Omegas.” A beat. “They’ve been paid.” The world narrowed to a single point. I stepped back into the shadows as they passed, their conversation finished, their crimes confessed freely to the air and that was enough. Night had fully settled when I returned as an inspection official. The guards didn’t stop me when I requested access to Haven’s residence. Haven’s room was lavish by Safe Zone standards. Flowers and silks, lots of them. Perfume heavy enough to choke. She was alone.