Safe Novels & Stories

Victor finally spoke after a few moments of silence. He did not directly answer, and Jayden knew well enough not to question him any further on the subject. "As a submissive, you always have the right to refuse something. We call it safe wording, or sometimes it is called a coloring out. You can either choose a word for your safe word, or you can simply use colors. Green means you are good and enjoying yourself, yellow means you are not sure about what is happening, and red means you do not like something and you want it to stop immediately. A safe word is the equivalent of red.

Her body was limp as a noodle, her head lolled back and her hair bun had come undone and was hanging loose. The hotel basement security guard approached to avoid any trouble. Dash smiled and asked him to press the button to open the elevator to the 8th floor. Before that, the security guard had intended to ask about the person lying in Dash's arms, but as soon as he heard, he knew that he was a VIP guest. The security guard chose the option of "not being nosy." Dash politely explained, "My girlfriend drank a little too much."

Looking over his shoulder, he added, "don't ignore your gut instinct, baby, and make sure to lock your door and windows tonight. You know, just in case." I watched him get into the driver's seat of his matte black Audi. In a matter of seconds, his tires were screeching out of the parking lot. I expelled a sharp breath before continuing my trek back to my apartment. Quinn probably had one of her drivers pick her up so I wasn't worried about her. All I cared about was getting home before that eerie feeling came back.

“There were three men casing the right side of your building, one on the floor above yours, one on the lower level stairwell and one on your floor. Whatever troubles your boyfriend’s gotten you into must be a fucking doozy to have that many guys itching for ya.” Squeezing shut her eyes, Zoe curled her arms around herself, desperately trying to sink in to herself to become as small as possible. “There’s a safe house not far from here. Round the clock security, surveillance, constant monitoring. I can take you there but it ain’t free.” “I can get money,” Zoe gulped, nodding vigorously. “I can get some.” “Are you trying to convince me or yourself, kid?” he chuckl

She couldn’t afford to. *** The safe house was exactly as Marcus had described—isolated, secure, and completely off the grid. It was a small, unassuming cabin in the middle of a dense forest, miles away from the nearest town. There were no neighbors, no roads, no way to find them unless you knew exactly where to look.

he addressed the robber, who remained silent. To everyone's surprise, Hayden walked past the robber and came over to me. He dropped some money on the counter and squatted down to my level, extending his hand. The room fell into an eerie silence. People were either too stunned or too scared to react. Trembling, I reached out and took his hand, grateful for the support. He helped me to my feet and firmly held my hand, guiding me out of the store with the shopping cart. My legs felt weak, and I gasped desperately for air. Opening the car door, Hayden gently settled me in the seat before retrieving my purse. He rummaged through it and found my pills. Leaning over me, he reached behind and grabbe

Grace said pulling me close and Anna just stood there watching me sadly . " Fred please be safe ...I'd die without you I swear I'd fvcking loose my mind ...." I cried sadly . " Shhhhh he's fine sweetheart he's ....fine " Grace said pulling me into a hug and Red snuggled into me too . I had hope at least that frederico would be fine ,I had to be strong If not for anything at least for the sake of my son ...." I thought sadly . " Have you checked the CC TV Camera ? We need to know who messed up with the breaks of Fred's car " Kris asked and I stood up.

White text appears in the center. HELLO, EL. My knees nearly fail. Leo’s voice comes through the room speaker, thin and threaded with fan noise. “Don’t talk out loud. Cameras read lips. Touch the table twice if you can hear me.” I touch the table twice. The text changes. GOOD. Then: THE ROOM IS SAFE FOR NINETY SECONDS. Then: I BUILT IT FOR YOU BEFORE I KNEW IF YOU WOULD LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO NEED IT. The cheap crackers sit on the table between my hands.

Something simpler. Human. Protective.

DDEA @sekyel wish me luck gonna tell her the truth later.