Safe People Novels & Stories

The danger is not completely gone, but for now… for now, they are together, and safe. ##################

he said. “No, thank you, Father, ” the wife corrected, producing an appreciative smile, “What you did is very important to us. Now, we can finally live at peace in this house because you have blessed it free from all evil spirits. “Just doing my job, Mrs. Belforte, ” Marcus replied. His gaze fell on the chubby-cheeked toddler and this made him curve a small smile. Children are ever more precious than any material things in the world. Whatever he could do, he would do just in order for them to be safe from the dangers of the dark.

“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.

Callie looked at me with confusion. "We went there, I didn't see a camera," she said slowly. Her face was scrunched in concentration. "No, you wouldn't have," I answered. "But you did?" Alessio asked. I nodded. "Mind giving us a little more information?" Callie asked. I loved working her up when I had information she didn't yet have. "There's this company, Safe and Secure," I started. "Your brother's company?" Callie asked.

“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

He panicked. “Open up, Millie. “I’m not going anywhere.” Tammy’s voice turned shrill. “George?” Liam started crying. “Papa George, are you leaving me?” The hallway was in an uproar. I unlocked my phone and called building security. “Hello, I’d like to report a disturbance outside my apartment. George heard me. He looked toward the peephole in disbelief. “Are you calling security to kick me out?” “No,” I replied. “I’m just reminding you not to mistake someone’s front door for your airport departure lounge.

In our screens. Louis was right. It was a message. And the message was clear: *You’re not safe. Nowhere is safe. We’re closer than you think.*

“In the library. Surrounded by books. No one expected anything from me. I could just exist.” Ichika nodded encouragingly. “That’s a great example. Safety doesn’t always have to mean physical security—it can be emotional security, too. A place where you feel like you belong without fear.” I nodded, pressing my lips together. “But I don’t know if I’ll ever feel safe like that again.” “You will,” Ichika said firmly. “But it takes time. Healing isn’t a straight path, Amber. There will be good days and bad days. But the fact that you can identify what safety once felt like? That’s progress.”