Safe Haven Novels & Stories

“Still, it is highly dangerous. They are beginners and they are not deeply knowledgeable about how our world works. Their families did not even explain what they are and how much potential they possess.” Aloysius stood up and adjusted his suit. “Prepare the car, Mr. Grahamsz. I’m going to visit my good old friends.” The butler bowed and sighed. He already knows what that “visit” means. He pressed the intercom and stated a few instructions. “Prepare to seal Areas A and B. Notify authorities that Aloysius von Rochester will reserve the road. Also, contact DTL Inc. to repair the roads and infrastructure tomorrow…Yes. I know they just fixed the park but they already know what to do. Yes…”

Ethan asked. Adrian answered before Aurora could. “Somewhere they can’t find.” Marcus frowned. “That place exists?” A quiet voice answered from the back. “Yes.” They all turned. Daniel. He had been silent until now. Watching. Thinking. Now— Speaking. “I know a place,” Daniel continued. “A safehouse.” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Define safe.” Daniel met his gaze. “Hidden. Off-grid. No digital trace.” Marcus leaned forward. “That’s not easy to maintain.”

The only thing that keeps me from rolling my eyes at him is the certain knowledge that even that minor movement would send further stabbings of pain jabbing through my skull. “Whatever you say, Nanny McFuck. Answer the question, where are we?” “I have a few ‘safe rooms’ set aside around L.A. in case of an emergency. All rented under fake names, so we should be safe, for a while at least.” “What happened at H.Q.?”

My phone buzzed. Mila. > Alive? > Define alive. > Not a corpse or a lab rat at this exact moment. > Then yes. > Good. Safehouse tonight. Bring your assassination spreadsheets. I looked up at Jax. “Detour,” I said. “Mila wants to play war council.” He snorted. “Of course she does,” he said. “Tell her I’m charging her double for babysitting.” *** The safehouse was one of those generic Brooklyn walk‑ups that could swallow a thousand lives without ever being noticed: peeling brick, four buzzers, no names. The apartment itself was a furnished rental above a laundromat, the steady hum of machines below serving as white noise.

The reason he still would. It was then my mother stepped forward, putting her hand on top of mine. “We have to get you to safety.” Safe. The word felt foreign now. “I don’t think there’s a ‘safe,’ anymore,” I whispered. “Not for me. Not for the baby.” Dad sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “There is one place. The old sanctuary.” Maxwell stiffened beside me. “Absolutely not.”

“There’s food inside. You can rest. I’ll check in every few hours until we know it’s safe for you to leave.” Alina hesitated. “You think he’ll come looking?” Elise’s eyes softened. “He’ll panic first. Then he’ll get angry. But the important part is that he won’t find you before we’re ready.” Alina wanted to believe her. She really did. Inside, the safehouse was simple but clean — a small kitchen, a narrow couch, a single bedroom. She dropped her bag by the door and sat down. The silence felt unnatural, too empty after months of listening for footsteps, breathing patterns, the creak of doors.

“Several of our people made it out. They have reached the safe haven — the one we always planned for. They are waiting for us.” Maxton’s mind whirled with possibilities. The safe haven was a place of last resort, a fallback plan in case of complete disaster. That they had made it there meant the situation was dire, but it also meant there was still hope. “We need to move,” Maxton said, his voice filled with resolve. “Gather our men. We are going to meet them.”

I guess our kiss gets a little too steamy, because Grandpa clears his throat, and we stop, deciding to fall asleep. The plane touches down and we all start moving. “Ryan says Safehaven is in full swing, the motion sensors have not been tripped. Patrol has nothing and Lesley gave birth to a daughter,” Raymond gives us the run down. “Everyone is gathering in the downstairs office, Lesley will go to the safe room once layer one is breached, but she wants to stay with Justin as long as she can.” I nod in understanding, and we make our way to the packhouse. Erwin and Cal head to the saferooms, the rest of us head to the office.

I glanced over at her "Because he thinks you're on your own because Michael flubbed it and because this is his final play" No, she insisted and her head shaking "It doesn't feel like an end. It feels like a start" She spoke and words floated in the air and i gripped the wheel tightly. She was not wrong. The safe house was tucked on a hilltop deep in woods, on the edge of the city—far, safe and off-line. I punched in the code and we slid into place. No cameras, no signals and no link only silence. Melissa collapsed onto the couch and her fatigue carved into every line of her body. I locked the doors, engaged the system and checked each room twice.

“There were three men casing the right side of your building, one on the floor above yours, one on the lower level stairwell and one on your floor. Whatever troubles your boyfriend’s gotten you into must be a fucking doozy to have that many guys itching for ya.” Squeezing shut her eyes, Zoe curled her arms around herself, desperately trying to sink in to herself to become as small as possible. “There’s a safe house not far from here. Round the clock security, surveillance, constant monitoring. I can take you there but it ain’t free.” “I can get money,” Zoe gulped, nodding vigorously. “I can get some.” “Are you trying to convince me or yourself, kid?” he chuckled, stubby fingers twirling the