Safe Haven Novels & Stories

I called after him. He stopped and turned around. “What?” “Look, I know this is your house, but I’d feel safer if you left the spare keys with me. Please.” For a moment, he simply stared at me. Then he dropped the keys into my hand and walked away, slamming the door behind him. I couldn’t tell whether he was angry or hurt. Either way, a strange ache settled in my chest. Deep down, I felt bad for him.

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.

Raven’s phone kept buzzing more messages from the unknown number, taunting screenshots from the balcony fuck, zoomed-in shots of her face mid-orgasm. “They’re close,” Raven whispered, voice hoarse. “What if they hurt the baby?” Damien’s hand shot out, gripping her thigh hard enough to bruise. “No one touches what’s mine. Not the baby. Not you.” The safehouse was a fortified luxury cabin buried deep in the wooded hills outside the city another property under layers of false names and shell companies. Steel shutters, private security system linked directly to Damien’s encrypted network, and enough weapons to start a small war.

Safehouse 3. It was a secluded, reinforced-concrete structure the military used to track contraband near Route 4. It was perfect. It was isolated, windowless, and designed to damp down electronic and thermal signatures. He took a sharp turn, bypassing the main highway checkpoint where guards might notice his gaunt appearance or the erratic rhythm of his breathing. His breathing was shallow, his lips parched. As he neared the industrial district, Elara's message suddenly pulled into his phone: Can I see you for a minute? I think I miss you and we haven't seen each other in a while.

I know from the moment he asked me to leave and go get the coffee from the safe, something bad was about to unfold. My manager taught me about the safe room; that if there was something bad to happen we needed to rush to his office and press the red button and the titanium doors would keep us safe until one of the company's security men came to open it for us. A security measure that I didn’t think was necessary for a coffee shop.

“Does that mean I can't go outside? Not even to my own place of work?” He glared at me as he walked toward me. “If you don't cherish your life, I do, okay?” He slowed to a stop in front of me. “I know you don't like being told what you can and can't do.” He lowered his voice. “But until I know you're safe, I'm not taking any chances with you.” My life was at risk, not his. So why was he acting like keeping me safe was a matter of life and death to him.

Matteo is certain Saturday he will have her. Alex and Bella spend the next couple of days together enjoying each others company. Alex asked Bella about her bunker with private entrance. She tells him that because she lived by herself she had a safe room put in. She explained that the only people that can get in our out of the safe room is herself and Elise. The safe room can also serve as a bunker. It is soundproof, bulletproof, as well as weather proof. It is also a small apartment. It has 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms as well as a living area, kitchen, and laundry room. She wanted somewhere she could be safe in for months. No one knows the room exist because as he saw, the entrance is too wel

“Which means this location is compromised. It is no longer safe for you here at the safehouse.” A sudden, sharp panic seized my lungs. My chest tightened as I looked between the two men. “If this place isn't safe,” I breathed, the reality of our situation sinking in, “where are we supposed to go?” Fabian didn't hesitate. His voice was grim, sharp, and absolute. “Haven.”

“This is bigger than all of us, Billie. If the seer is right, we need options.” “Then find options that don’t start with throwing my children out of their home like spare luggage.” Martha May steps forward, hands raised. “No one is talking about abandoning them. But there are safe houses. Hidden dens. Places less obvious than the Alpha’s front door.” “What type of protection is at those safe houses?” I answer. “Do you seriously expect Alpha Trojan to abandon his children? What kind of a pack are you? A pack of cowards? Or are you Trojans?”

He glanced at her—sharp, assessing, but gentle in that way he reserved only for her. “You’re safe,” he said. “I won’t let him touch you.” It should’ve reassured her. But nothing felt safe when your past suddenly crawled out of the shadows. “Where are we going?” she asked quietly. “A place only two people in this world know about,” Holden replied. “My grandfather built it when my father’s enemies began targeting the Vale family. A safehouse with no digital trace, no city connection, no records. No one can find you there.” His fingers drummed once on the steering wheel.