Safe People Novels & Stories

I ask, "Like a week and a half," he responds, "Damn," I whisper more to myself. We check the message at the same time which says, 'Safe space, safe code," What the hell? "The hell does that mean?" I ask totally and completely bewildered, "There's a place that no one knows about. The only people that know about it are the ones that work for the Silent Man. He calls it the Safe space. And the safe code is the code you use to get in that safe space," he explains. Frankly, I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for Nathaniel. I don't know what I would do or where I would go.

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.

she says in a sluggish tone. “I am sorry, I just want to let you know that I am on my way home and I am on a cab to eleven,” I say emphasizing the eleven. When we were in high school, Reina and I came up with a safe word to use whenever we felt we were in trouble and could not really say that we did not feel safe. Eleven came up as it secretly meant save me in this eleventh hour, our secret meaning. “Where are you now? Send me your live location,” she answers immediately I say our safe word and she is concerned to wits. I send her my live location and the whole time the driver keeps looking back at me.

“I know you want to reassure her. But reaching out now could lead Father right to us.” I stare at Amber's messages, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. Finally, I turn off the phone entirely. “Okay. But once we're secure, once we have a plan, I'm telling her something. She's my best friend.” “When it's safe.” Zane agrees. “I promise.” The safe house is exactly what I expected— a small, weathered cabin in the middle of nowhere. No neighbors visible. No main roads nearby. Just isolation and woods. Perfect for hiding. Terrible for feeling trapped.

Intrigued, I opened it right after I read the sender’s name. The text said; “WE WILL BE SAFE. JUST LIE.”

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. ***

“If you won’t take my drink will you at least dance with me so I can show you a good time?” “No,” I replied and quickly got up from my seat while grabbing my purse and wine. I proceeded to turn and walk away when he reached out and grabbed my arm. The alarms in my body rose to a level of panic. I knew what it felt like to be grabbed in that way and the outcome was never pleasant. I put my brave face on and turned to look at him. As he held onto my arm he said, “I wasn’t done talking to you. The least you can do is hear me out and have a conversation with me.” In that moment I felt unsafe and wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I wasn’t about to accommodate his request and needed

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.

“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 chuckled, stubby fingers twirling the

However, since that’s not the goal at the moment Aeon kept the team moving. At the turn they were now heading west, out of the city. The buildings were slowly, but steadily becoming smaller and smaller. After an hour past the turn all the buildings were houses, most only one story. The Safe Point is located in one of the second story houses, half a mile from the last house at the very edge of the city. It’s rarely used except in the fall, when crops are brought into the base to be preserved in one of the lower levels.