Safe Haven Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"We will do our best." I floated and was almost stunned all night. While I was still waiting to transfer Ate to the private room, I went to Sia and Zach first. I was relieved that Zach is fine. He was still unconscious and had wounds but he said he was stable so I could breathe easily. But when I went to Sia, I can't help but cry. The devices attached to its small body squeezed tightly into my chest. "S-Sia is just a baby ..." I caressed the image of Sia on the fragile wall between us. You can't go inside.

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.

I guess I looked a bit shocked as His words said as much. "Baby girl, I told you," He spoke in a low tone. "You are not going to get punished anymore. You are important to me. You did however ask what the word safe was. Well, safe means no more pain. No more punishment or getting in trouble. Let me think of an example to help you figure this out. Alright, do you remember when you needed to relieve yourself as I came around the corner there? You were about to fall to the ground and get hurt. I kept you safe. I kept you from getting hurt. I saved you from imminent pain. No more pain, no more getting hurt when I am here to protect you. Does that help better explain what I mean when I say you ar

"Avery Maddox? This is Officer Eve Dove. Your brother gave me your number. We need to talk. Now. Are you somewhere safe where we can speak privately?" I looked around my apartment. The walls suddenly felt thin. The windows suddenly felt exposed. Everything that had seemed like sanctuary ten minutes ago now felt like a trap. "I think so," I said, my voice shaking. "But I do not know anymore. I do not know what safe even means." "Safe means away from Mateo Reyes. Safe means not answering his calls or texts. Safe means packing a bag and being ready to move at a moment's notice." Eve's voice was professional but not unkind. "Can you do that? Can you be ready?"

“I have a place. No one knows about it. We’ll stay there until I figure out what to do next.” She wanted to protest—wanted to ask why he always had a plan like he expected the world to fall apart. But instead, she nodded. “Okay.” The safehouse was a modern, minimalist apartment buried deep in an anonymous high-rise with no concierge, no cameras, and no nameplate. The elevator opened straight into the living room. It was too clean. Too quiet. Anaïs wrapped a throw blanket around herself and curled into a chair by the window. Below, the city blinked on like nothing had changed. She hated that. How the world just kept turning after something so bloody and real.

No one did. Not here. Not where the pact had bled. The safehouse had been a sanctuary—one of three she’d personally claimed for the rogues who couldn’t fight. The wounded. The broken. The children. Now it was just another scar in the forest. A hanging one. Her eyes found them one by one. Jenna, the young mother who’d begged for a safe place to raise her son. Theo, the mute scout who never failed to find water. Kyran, the Hollowborn seer who read omens in smoke.

But the doubt lingers, a quiet whisper: Can I trust him completely? The SUV slows as we approach a secluded road, the city giving way to dark, sprawling countryside. The safehouse looms ahead, a modern cabin nestled in the woods, its windows dark, its isolation both comforting and eerie. We pull into the driveway, and Julian helps me out, his hand firm on mine. The air is crisp, the scent of pine heavy, but there’s a stillness that sets my nerves on edge. Asher scans the perimeter, his phone now silent, his expression unreadable. Inside, the cabin is sparse but secure, with reinforced doors and a state-of-the-art security system. Julian activates it, the soft beep a small reassurance. “You’r

Elyse would nearly nag me to death if I smoke at home and I knew better than to incur that little spitfire’s wrath. “Took you long enough” I didn’t look at him when I said that. My back was turned to him as I stared at the large expanse of land before me. We were at one of my safe houses hidden in a deep forest a few miles away from home and every other civilizations around. That’s the purpose of having it here, to keep it away from the eyes of regular people. I’ve got a few other safe houses but apart from my mansion, this is the safest one of them all and the only one where I thought was fit to keep the rescued girls at. Far away from wandering eyes but most especially away from Luciano.