Safe Haven นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She knew they were taking a risk, but they had to find a safe haven. As Emma followed Julian into the safe house, she couldn't shake off the feeling that they were taking a risk. The building looked abandoned from the outside, but the interior was surprisingly well-maintained. Julian led her to a small living room with a kitchenette in the corner. "Welcome to Safe Heaven," Julian said, gesturing to the room. "It's not luxurious, but it's home for now." Emma smiled weakly, still feeling a bit uneasy. "Thanks, Julian. I appreciate it."

I was no longer an observer; I was a participant, and my hands were no longer clean. I scrolled through my notes. The phrases I had underlined now glowed with new meaning, imbued with the personal experience that made them more than just words. *Traffic light system. Safe word. Aftercare.* I thought about how a safe word is a predetermined term or signal used to communicate an urgent need to pause or stop. In mainstream narratives, people often ask why safe words are necessary, viewing them as a sign of weakness or a punchline. But I now understood that they allow people to play with power dynamics safely, to explore a fantasy without ever crossing into a dangerous reality. They create a cle

As the old saying goes, you can’t take it with you. After watching Brent mentor and help out young men in the community, I wanted to do the same. That’s when I turned the place into the Safe Haven House. It’s a home for young women that have nowhere to go when they are running from a situation. Usually, it’s abusive parents at home. Safe Haven is a safe place that not only offers protection but also helps them start a life on their own. It’s a way for them to get ahead without needing the people who abused them.

MAXINE We arrived at Shane's safe house, a sleek, high-tech haven. Exhaustion, fear, terror and some other feelings I couldn't figure out claimed me. As I step into the safe house, I'm immediately enveloped in a sense of security and tranquility. The exterior of the building is nondescript, but once inside, I'm surrounded by cutting-edge technology and innovative design. The first thing I notice is the advanced biometric scanner that verifies his identity and grants us access to the facility. The scanner uses a combination of facial recognition, fingerprint analysis, and retinal scanning to ensure that only authorized personnel can enter.

The father is unconscious, but the mother is looking at us with her one eye open, terrified. “Alpha. Luna. We didn’t mean…” Her words are muffled, and I can tell it’s hard for her to talk. I immediately put my hand on her arm, noticing her flinch. “You and your family are welcome here. Our pack is made up of those that have fled other packs or are in need of a safe place. Our pack is named Safe Haven for that reason. Our doctor, Gamma Sirona, will look after you until you are well enough to leave the hospital. Once you are stronger, we will talk about you and your family staying here in our pack.”

In all honesty, the surroundings were too much of a risk to get up and let himself and her be exposed to gunshots until he had an exit door in mind. Alexander tapped in the Bluetooth attached to his ear calling out for Richard's guess but no one was answering until after a few minutes there was commotion on the other line. "Alexander, there is a door behind the auction stage, I've cleared it and gotten Mr. Gambino our safe, use that door to get Miss. Gambino our as well" Richard guard whose name Alexander had come to know as Faliq spoke on the other line before it went dead. Now they had to move before it was too late.

“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.

It has been a week since Faith has been transferred to the safe house, and she would be lying if she would say she hates it here. When she first heard about a safe house, she thought it would be a place somewhere underground or in a bunker. She will have to live in a one-room place with a tiny bathroom and no windows. She didn’t expect the safe house to be on an island in the South, and she didn’t expect it to be a resort.

“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.