Safe In The Arms Of Love Novels & Stories

But not safe…just perfect. That night, we sleep wrapped in each other’s arms after a cute lazy night, which is exactly what I needed. With his arms around me and our legs entwined, I feel safe, happy, and loved, and I fall asleep easily with a smile on my lips and his name scrawled across my heart.

All he knew was the cold that had passed through him a moment ago, quiet and certain as a held breath — the unmistakable sense that whatever peace he'd found in this house, in this family, in the man who'd started signing his name into contact lists as *husband* without so much as blinking, was not something the world was going to let him keep without a fight. Megat's hand settled briefly on his shoulder, grounding and solid. "You're safe here," he said, and he said it like a fact rather than a comfort — the kind of statement that came from a man who had built an entire fortress, quite literally, out of keeping the people he loved safe. Lance nodded, though the cold in his chest didn't fully

James that seemed to have just argued. I hurriedly put the tea tray aside and quickly chased after Daniel. "Master Daniel." Daniel suddenly stopped at the sudden contact with me. His cold gaze looked down from above and I grabbed his sleeve. I reflexively let go of my hand. I don't know if it's because of the difference in status or because Daniel's eyes are too scary. But I feel that right now the guy standing in front of me is in a very dangerous state. “I just wanted to see your wound, it seems to be bleeding. If I don't give first aid, it will…”

she whispered, her voice cracking. The nurse moved nearer, gently resting a comforting hand on Kristen's arm. “Your baby is safe,” Dr. Hale added calmly. “Despite everything... it’s okay.” Tears welled in Kristen’s eyes as she tried to process it all. ''I...didn't know,'' she murmured.

Together: right here in my arms tonight. They both ended the song with happy faces, Amalia's heart was throbbing faster but this time, not for being scared but rather, from too much happiness. Mr. Brown kisses her on her forehead, and switch off the light before leaving the room. It didn't take long for Amalia to visit her fantasy land...

I fell asleep in his arms. Safe. Owned. Loved.

The breeze rustling through the trees in the woods bellowed, the night air was a bit more chilly than usual which signifies the slow end of fall and to show that winter was fast approaching. But the cold night did not stop the couple that were sitting on the dock by the river. The lady had her head on the shoulder of the man, who in turn held her around her waist tightly. “I promise to keep you safe Mae, he won’t touch you”, he whispered and pushed her hair that was falling across her face back.

But as I felt his arms around me, I felt safe. The embrace was warm and comforting, like a soft blanket on a cold night. His arms were strong, yet gentle, wrapping around me like a cocoon. I could feel his heart beating in his chest, the rhythm soothing me like a lullaby. As he held me, I could feel the tension leaving my body, my muscles relaxing into his embrace. I felt safe and protected, as nothing could ever harm me. At that moment, I knew I would be okay.

They’d dressed it up, and it made my voice sound slightly different — not comical, thankfully, but strange enough to notice. Still, in his arms, none of that mattered. I was safe. I was loved. I was his. And he was mine.

~*~ In your tender embrace, I find my home, A sanctuary where our love has grown. Your arms, a haven where my heart can rest, A place where all my worries are suppressed. Your touch, a melody of pure delight, A love so sweet, it feels just like a flight. In your warm embrace, my heart is safely kept, With every beat, our promises are swept. I'm captivated by the love we share, In your arms, I find solace beyond compare. The world may turn, and stars may softly gleam, But in your arms, I've found my sweetest dream.