Safe Haven 소설 & 이야기

“We both know how well that worked the first time.” Kain shoved him back out the door and slammed it shut, bolting it. The rain roared louder outside, the wind howling as if furious at being denied entry. Kain turned to Ava, breath ragged, eyes darker than she’d ever seen. “I’m taking you somewhere safe. Tonight.” Ava didn’t argue. She followed him up the stairs, not looking back. The safe house was miles from the estate, buried deep in the woods. An old cabin, reinforced, fortified like a bunker. Kain moved quickly, checking the perimeter, securing every entry point. Elias stayed behind at the estate to monitor movement, though even he looked shaken.

“We’ve got a safehouse in Scotland. Quiet. Off-grid.” “For how long?” Alessia asked. “Until we figure out who’s next.” Silence filled the van. Matteo fell asleep again. Rafael turned the music on low. I leaned back. My vision dimmed a little. Alessia watched me. “You need to rest,” she said. “I will.” “Lucien.” “I said I will.” I didn’t. The safehouse was a stone fortress in the hills. No neighbors. No roads. Just fog and trees. We settled in quick. Rafael took the top floor. Matteo took a guest room. Alessia stayed close to her brother.

She paused every few minutes, listening for footsteps, her heart pounding as though Ruben might appear in the doorway. Julian babbled softly in his crib, clutching his stuffed lion. Lia bent down, pressing a trembling kiss to his forehead. “I’m doing this for you,” she whispered. “I won’t let you grow up surrounded by blood.” Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She glanced at it another message from Rosa. The safehouse is ready. Neutral ground. No one from Ruben’s world can touch you there. Lia typed back with shaky fingers: When? The reply came instantly. Anytime you say the word.

I spot several people walking and running towards it, trying to get themselves to a safe place before all the craziness happens. I enter the safe house, to find it crammed with people and children, running around, trying to find someplace to spend the night. The place was big enough to comfortable house and seat everyone in the pack. I find a quiet corner in the safe house, which is an underground bunker, camouflaged with thick trees and bushes. I ask the twins to sit there for a minute, while I gather all the supplies that I think we would possibly need. I grab a couple of blankets, pillows, and towels, a couple of water bottles and make my way back to my children, hoping they stop being af

The night was eerily silent as Dino and Tomiwa sat inside the dimly lit command room of their new safe house, a location known only to them. The move had been necessary—Sanchez’s men had been circling too close, and the last thing they needed was another ambush. Tomiwa, despite his injuries, insisted on being in charge of every detail of the relocation. The safe house was a sprawling estate hidden deep in the countryside, a place that had once been a private retreat for a reclusive businessman. Now, it was reinforced with state-of-the-art security, high walls, and a perimeter surveillance system that only Tomiwa had access to.

"THE MOMENT YOU THINK YOU HAVE WON IS THE MOMENT THE WORLD REMINDS YOU THAT YOU HAVEN'T." DANTE The safe house sits on twelve acres outside the city. Most people would not call it a safe house if they knew what the back half of the property was used for. Safe house implies protection, refuge, somewhere you go when the world is trying to get you. This place is somewhere you go when you are the thing the world should be afraid of.

“How long?” Max grunted, eyes fixed on the road. “Ten more minutes. If Zoya’s pin’s good, the safehouse will be clear.” “Zoya’s always good,” Landon replied. “She’d better be,” Max muttered. “We just poked a hornet’s nest.” Daphne glanced up. “Where is this safehouse?” Max didn’t take his eyes off the road. “You will see.” “It’s remote,” Landon added. “And safe.”

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Hazel and I watched him go until he was swallowed by the tress and whatnot, but before I could really process all that had just happened, she turned to me again. “Alright, Kiara. We wait for the signal. The safehouse is thirty minutes from here, off the west trail.” She let out, like a speech she'd rehearsed over and over till she'd gotten it. “When you get there you keep your head down and you don’t ask questions. If anyone, anyone at all, asks who you are, you’re a travelling trader’s sister. Got it?” “I got it,” I said, because I had no choice and because the truth was I trusted Hazel more than I thought I would.

He unconsciously walked as if he already knew where to sit which is absolutely right while Lara followed him, thinking that he investigated everything for her; oblivious of how Hazard took advantage of her date with him, just so he could meet his beloved. To: Lousy I'm here. Take care of my car, and make sure it's sanitized. Especially, the passenger seat before donating it to the Haven of the Children. Lousy, who received it just frowned before stomping on his cigarette. "I'm on leave for fuck's sake," he said irritatedly yet he acted accordingly. He is after all forever indebted to Hazard, aside from being his close friend. Lousy didn't type a reply and just went ahead to finish his task a