Safe Haven Novels & Stories

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.

He needed to do more than spark rebellion—he needed to catch it. Safehouses and Corridors That afternoon, Ethan walked Leah and Alexander through the plans on a wall-sized whiteboard. “Safehouses first,” Ethan said, circling three spots on a city map. “We rotate them every seventy-two hours. No patterns. Each stocked with cash, burner phones, clean clothes, and food. Nothing traceable.” Alexander scribbled notes. “And entry points?”

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.

It was basically a children’s day care where parents could leave their wards safely. Jack had visited this place when he was a child and he would be a fool to say that that he didn’t enjoy his many experiences here. In fact, Safe Zone was the reason why Jack kept returning to Levity. He always said it was to see new artefacts, but that was not true. He only truly came to levity for the Safe Zone. It was Jack who recommended that they come here and though he had been here several times, his mind was refreshed by the familiar sights.

“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.”

“Saul owes me.” Saul chuckled. “That’s one way to put it.” Ethan checked his gun, glancing between them. “Where are we going?” “Safe house,” Saul said. “North side. Cleared.” Juniper crossed her arms. “Safe from Damien?” “Safer than anywhere else.” The city blurred past in streaks of neon and streetlights. Juniper tried to steady her breathing. But the moment she thought they were finally ahead— Saul’s phone buzzed.

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.