Safe People Novels & Stories

ELARA’S POV “If I follow you, Nate, how do you plan on keeping me safe?” My voice cuts sharper than I meant for it to. I need an answer, not more empty promises. His eyes lock on mine, steady, unreadable, before he lets out a slow breath. “I have a safe house with security already in place. Not just guards, but from the best agency in the country.” I scoff, heat rushing to my chest. “You had guards last time too, and he still took me.”

“ Okay, what about Stop? I asked looking into his eyes. “ That’s fine , your safe word will be “ S” he says and if you just want it lessen what’s your safe word? “ Lessen will be fine right? She asked. “ L” will be the safe word for that. Time to begin , we have began the submission. “ Strip yourself naked” he commanded. I quickly do that. “ I want you walking naked in my house, It’s just us don’t worry, I already sent every of my domestic workers home” I no

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Ethan asked. Adrian answered before Aurora could. “Somewhere they can’t find.” Marcus frowned. “That place exists?” A quiet voice answered from the back. “Yes.” They all turned. Daniel. He had been silent until now. Watching. Thinking. Now— Speaking. “I know a place,” Daniel continued. “A safehouse.” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Define safe.” Daniel met his gaze. “Hidden. Off-grid. No digital trace.” Marcus leaned forward. “That’s not easy to maintain.”

"It is a fortress. The underground bunker is secure." "No," I said. "The Pack House is compromised too. Someone lowered the shields Kael. Someone let them in." Kael’s face darkened. "Marcus." "Or someone Marcus owes money to," I said. "We cannot trust anyone. We are on our own." "We go to the Safe House," Kael decided. "It is an old hunting cabin in the mountains. Nobody knows about it except the Alpha line. It is off the grid." I considered it. It was risky. But we had no other choice.

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 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.”

They wanted me to know. A direct message. I decided immediately to stay on busy roads. I wasn’t leading them home, not to Zara, not to the kids, not to Selene. The safe house was sacred now, and I would burn the world down before letting anyone harm the people inside it. I didn’t know where I was going, but I would keep driving until I figured it out. I glanced at the navigation screen. Earlier, I had installed additional cameras around the safe house, motion sensors, perimeter alerts, internal monitors. Everything appeared perfectly normal.

"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.

“I’m here to help you. Will you let me help you?” Tentatively, I reach out a hand to the person closest to me, a woman who’s clutching a child as if she’s terrified I’d take the boy from her. “We have vehicles outside to take you to a safe house until we can reach out to your families. I promise all of you that you’re safe now. We will keep you safe.” They look at each other, gauging their reactions. I school my features to stay neutral, any sign of agitation might trigger another reaction from them. With each passing second that we’re sitting here, stagnant, is an open invitation for Serafino to catch us in the act.