Novel Safe Haven Novels & Stories

I uttered, “Safe Haven?” Cassandra laughed as well as James and my face blushed because of the two of them. “Cassandra is referring to me. I'm your Safe Haven,” James responded. He turns me around so I have the chance to see his face. I could see his handsome face now and nothing changed from it. He's still the most handsome man I have in my life. “Of course, you're my Safe Haven. Jacob and I are safe when you're with us. Please don't leave us, okay?” I uttered to him in a serious tone.

Cayd drove me to Safe Haven. I’d never put much thought into the name of our pack. I know my parents came up with the name and that it’s a place where anyone that needs a safe place to live can come and be welcomed. But, as a kid, it was just our pack’s name.

The smaller the victim’s connection, the higher chance for them to become a victim. Amongst these victims were three single parents with a child each, aged from three to five. The rest was just homeless. After what they had witnessed during their capture, they knew they would never live their lives in peace. For years, Mira had been tracking and hunting down slave traders. Every money she earned from her contract directly went to Safe Haven. That was a place she would rather not know where it was located. Every victim she saved, they had their own choices. Some chose to return to their families. Some chose to go to Safe Haven, a place of peaceful home and happiness. Mira would make sure nobo

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.

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

“There is a safehouse. Inland. Mountains. No road access. Helicopter only. I have not used it in years.” “Then use it now.” He kissed my forehead. “We leave at first light.” The helicopter ride was short. Dawn barely touched the sky when we lifted off the deck. I watched the yacht shrink to a black speck on silver water. Felt something loosen in my chest. Not relief. Not yet. But distance. The safehouse was carved into the side of a granite cliff. Stone walls. Timber beams. Floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a private valley. No neighbors. No roads. Just forest and silence.

The new safehouse felt almost too quiet, a rare pause after the chaos of the last few weeks. For the first time in what felt like forever, Evelyn allowed herself to simply exist. No scanning for threats, no counting every movement for danger, no anticipating shadows that weren’t there. She inhaled slowly, the scent of pine and damp earth filling her lungs, and felt, just for a heartbeat, the strange luxury of calm.