Safe Haven Novels & Stories

The temporary safehouse was a small, abandoned apartment tucked between two shuttered buildings in a quieter district of Istanbul. Its walls were cracked, paint peeling in thin layers, but it was dry, relatively secure, and most importantly—out of sight. Soo-ah sank onto the worn couch, still trembling from the close call in the streets. Rain dripped from his hair, and the smell of wet asphalt clung to his jacket. Sang-woo leaned against the wall opposite him, arms crossed, jaw tight, scanning every shadow in the room as though expecting Lazarus to emerge from the wallpaper. Devin was already seated at the table, cleaning his weapons, expression unreadable.

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.

"You're putting your life in jeopardy for a phantom fantasy. Don't be such an idiot. Your squad was insanely powerful. It would be insane to throw it away. Make excellent use of it." "Is there any greater use than the destiny of the world?" I inquired. She took a step forward, nearer to me, and looked me in the eyes. "Come along with me. I have a safe house not far from here. Not only do I have these two children, but I also have other children. They're too young and innocent to be of any service to me. You have the potential to make a significant impact in our lives." "What type of safe haven?" Ricky inquired, constantly hoping for a new, permanent residence.

The SUV hesitated, giving them just enough time to put distance between themselves and their pursuers. --- A Temporary Sanctuary An hour later, they arrived at another safe house—a small, run-down cottage on the outskirts of a rural village. It was far from ideal, but it was secure and, most importantly, off the grid. As they settled in, Alex and Camilla inspected the property, checking for potential vulnerabilities. Maya sat on the worn couch, her hands resting on her baby bump as she tried to steady her breathing. “This isn’t sustainable,” she said quietly to Reese, who had joined them at the safe house after a separate mission. “We can’t keep running like this.”

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“I know you want to reassure her. But reaching out now could lead Father right to us.” I stare at Amber's messages, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. Finally, I turn off the phone entirely. “Okay. But once we're secure, once we have a plan, I'm telling her something. She's my best friend.” “When it's safe.” Zane agrees. “I promise.” The safe house is exactly what I expected— a small, weathered cabin in the middle of nowhere. No neighbors visible. No main roads nearby. Just isolation and woods. Perfect for hiding. Terrible for feeling trapped.

Breathing. Safe.

Stay safe. —Joji

Safe. Like home.

He panicked. “Open up, Millie. “I’m not going anywhere.” Tammy’s voice turned shrill. “George?” Liam started crying. “Papa George, are you leaving me?” The hallway was in an uproar. I unlocked my phone and called building security. “Hello, I’d like to report a disturbance outside my apartment. George heard me. He looked toward the peephole in disbelief. “Are you calling security to kick me out?” “No,” I replied. “I’m just reminding you not to mistake someone’s front door for your airport departure lounge.