Safe Haven Novels & Stories

Chapter 91. Nova’s POV. “Choose a safe word,” Zaydeen said, moving the vibrator close to my pussy. My hands and legs were still hung in the air, and my pussy was dripping, anticipating whatever pleasure this could give me. “A safe word?” I asked with arched brows, clearly too confused. I have never heard of a safe word before. Zaydeen’s lips twitched in realization. “A safe word is one you use when the pain or pleasure becomes too much. All you have to do is say the word, and I will stop.”

Cayd drove me to Safe Haven. I’d never put much thought into the name of our pack. I know my parents came up with the name and that it’s a place where anyone that needs a safe place to live can come and be welcomed. But, as a kid, it was just our pack’s name.

It has been a week since Faith has been transferred to the safe house, and she would be lying if she would say she hates it here. When she first heard about a safe house, she thought it would be a place somewhere underground or in a bunker. She will have to live in a one-room place with a tiny bathroom and no windows. She didn’t expect the safe house to be on an island in the South, and she didn’t expect it to be a resort.

“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…”

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. ***

Safehouse, Unknown Location – 3:14 AM The glow of Griffin's holographic screens painted the room an eerie blue, casting shifting shadows that made the reinforced concrete walls seem to breathe. The safehouse had been silent for hours, save for the whisper of air filtration systems and the soft hum of quantum processors working through impossibly complex calculations. Maria dozed fitfully in the corner chair, her hand still resting on the grip of her Glock, while James maintained watch at the perimeter monitors. But Griffin hadn't slept—couldn't sleep—not with the ghost of his father's final words echoing in his mind.

But Kier had let them take it. Which meant— “This isn’t over,” she muttered. Adrian glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “It never was.” The Safehouse They reached the safehouse an hour later, a small abandoned apartment above an old bookstore. Priya parked the SUV, killing the engine. “We need to get inside before they track us.” Reva helped Ayesha out, her expression tight with worry. “Let me see your shoulder.” Ayesha waved her off. “Later.”

"Are you both done?" Elena swallowed, her voice quiet but firm. "For how long?" Damien met her gaze, the answer clear in his eyes. "As long as it takes." Inside, the safehouse was spacious yet devoid of excess. High-tech security systems lined the walls, weapons were discreetly hidden within reach, and the reinforced windows left no vulnerability unchecked. Yet, despite the defenses, Elena felt no real sense of safety. Because in this world, safety was an illusion. Draco shifted in her arms, his small body warm and fragile. She whispered soothing words to him, but deep down, she knew her own fear would seep into him sooner or later.

🌹 Aurora 🌹 The safehouse was eerily quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air filtration system and the occasional shifting of others as they tried to get some rest. But for me, there was only the steady beat of my heart, and the gentle press of Damien’s fingers against my skin. The world outside was chaotic, unpredictable, and relentless. But in this room, in his arms, there was a fragile sense of peace—a peace I didn’t dare question, afraid it might disappear if I acknowledged it too loudly.

“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.”