Safe Haven Novels & Stories

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

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.

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what but there was something about being in this place that was downright different. And lastly, confused because amidst feeling this, he felt a different sense of safety entirely. Like in one side of his body, he felt the animosity of the place, and on the other, he felt secure...brought up in heaven’s gate. Marcus couldn’t explain it, but it made him feel calm — quite a welcoming feeling in this kind of environment. ***

The stakes were too high. Rina, on the other hand, was already in full work mode, her tablet lighting up with encrypted messages as she pinpointed our next move. "Safehouse is about an hour away," she said, barely glancing up. "It’s off the grid. If they’re tracking us, we’ll lose them there."

The door remained slightly open, and for the first time in years, I fell asleep without fear, without nightmares, without waiting for disaster—just the steady sound of the engines, the warmth of the afternoon sun spilling through the windows, and the certainty that Alex was only a few steps away. Safe. I was safe. The realization followed me into sleep, and it was the last thing I felt before darkness finally claimed me.

I was waiting in the VIP lounge at the airport when a message flashed on the screen. It was the final confirmation letter of my deployment to a war-torn country. "Dear Mr. Marcus Shaffer, according to the International Peacekeeping Forces Special Regulation, clause 17 of the Non-Disclosure Act, you have agreed to join the body disposal team's "Net Zero Action Plan". "Flight CE1316 will be involved in a staged flight disaster, and you will forever lose your citizenship in your home country. Do you agree to proceed?"

His mandatory rest period had helped, though he still carried exhaustion in his eyes. "Are we going to be safe wherever we're going?" a young girl asked him. "Nowhere is perfectly safe. But coalition facilities have multiple security layers, trained response teams, and leadership committed to protecting you." He squeezed her hand. "And more importantly—you're part of a community now. All these people around you? They're looking out for each other. That's real safety. Not just walls and guards, but people who care whether you survive." The faith in his voice made my throat tight.

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.

"Hello, Audrey ..." I was shocked to hear Kirk's voice. But his voice was kind of strained. "What is it?" "They're in the hospital Ate Diana." "W-What?" I was startled. The pain I was feeling was replaced with so much fear. "What the fuck are you saying, Kirk?" "Velez Hospital. Come here. I will explain everything to you," he said seriously. "There's a chopper going there. You can use that to come here." "W-What's going on? Is Ate okay? Zach and Sia? Are they fine? Answer me!"

He had broken his skull at the foot of the hill. Blood flowed down the steps, a gruesome sight. But I barely glanced at it, feeling nothing inside. John pulled out my favorite candy from his backpack and smiled. "Shall we go home?" I turned my head slightly, smiling as I took his hand. "Let's go home." Sunlight pierced through the clouds, bathing the path ahead in warm light. He held my hand firmly, his steps steady and sure, as if nothing in the world could touch us. The road ahead was still long, but with John by my side, I feared no storm. With him as my safe harbor, I felt my heart bursting with love, ready to face the future.