Safe People Novels & Stories

Like we all know what we’re doing, and we’re ready. The safe houses are full. Kids, elders, anyone who can’t or shouldn’t fight, they’re protected. I checked in on them earlier. The little ones looked completely at ease yet from their face I felt that they already knew something big was happening. It didn’t scare them though. That’s the thing about pack life. Even the youngest ones are tougher than they look.

she said confusingly “Hmm, this is why it is called as Safe House” I couldn’t hold back my sarcasm… her face turned sour on my reply but I quickly pulled her inside with me… This safe house was purchased by me for Stefan since he was hold under charge of murder of Zachary but let go because of lack of evidence, he was still considered as suspect under law and could not leave state on other hand like Ethan was behind him like hungry wolf and would have done anything to slit his throat, I wouldn’t have bother myself to help him so much if it wasn’t for Victoria. “Victoria….” Stefan rushed as soon as we stepped inside and hugged Victoria; I watched them from behind as Victoria embraced him and

Ryan took his cell out of his pocket and I snatched it, quickly texting our group as they continued to argue in some language I couldn’t understand. *VAMP SADIE’S HOUSE NOW,* I wrote. *They’re coming,* Alice wrote back, almost instantly. The voices grew far more aggressive and Ryan began growling. I stayed under the blanket, his body on me. I was utterly terrified. I knew he couldn’t really defend me right now. *They’re coming baby, stall him,* I said in my mind. This was bad though, I was in a residential neighborhood, families … kids. I closed my eyes and prayed for their safety, for ours.

“Why do you ask?” Melody’s brow creased with worry. “Your security is tight. I had to tell them I’m that Sinclair before they opened the main gates for me. Has there been a kidnapping threat?” Loraine laughed outright. Kidnapping was the only threat rich kids were taught to prepare for, never a stalking psychopath. “That would make things a little normal, but tell me, how’s the outside world?”

“ Are you coming?” “Sorry I have some paperwork to do. I need to get some work done before the Alpha gets back. But, go. You’re in good hands.” I nodded, slightly upset he had declined. But I could do this. This is the new me. I felt free here. I could make my own decisions, leave the house, have friends, and yet I still felt safe.

"Oh, we're definitely joining the party. Are you sure there's nothing wrong with that, though? Like, won't people recognize us?" "Not at all. They are used to celebrities and the famous faces here. This is a safe space. They have the best security in the world, and the privacy is top notch. People know the rules, and they respect them. No one will touch you or even talk to you if you don't want to be disturbed. And, no pictures will be taken. It's a safe haven, and people are happy and respectful. We're free here. We're allowed to be ourselves, and act however we want. They don't judge, and the people here are cool." "Wow, Gio. This is awesome. We definitely have to come back here, and not j

“These are about staying safe. Most people are kind. If anyone makes you feel unsure, you follow these and then you tell me or Uncle Josh.” “What if the person is nice?” Emma asked. “Nice is not the same as safe,” I said. “You listen to the feeling in your stomach. If it feels strange, you walk away.” Eli nodded. “Okay.” “Okay,” I repeated, and when they smiled, the knot in my chest loosened a little.

“You’re sure this is safe?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, it’s safe. It’s rough round the edges, not a total bag of shit.” “I’ll take your word for it,” he said. Soren jabbed him in the side, then grabbed him in a headlock to ruffle his perfect hair. “Don’t knock it, grumpy face. It’s fucking awesome.” Max pushed him off and aimed a foot at his ass, giving him a healthy kick. “I’m not knocking anything, I’m just safety conscious. Better safe than fucking sorry, Soren.”

He would be connected to the customer service officer, who would follow up if he required medical assistance. Joe thought for a while. No safe word popped up in his mind, even though the college student knew that most couples in BDSM use simple things like colours or even each other’s names. Some had more creative safe words like confessions, numbers, dates and even fruits for some reason. People must really hate pineapples! Thinking along that line, Joe decided to use something he hated as his safe word. Currently, the enemy of his life is probably finals. Thinking about it killed half of his boner. It was a very effective safe word, more so than Mike.

My phone buzzed. Mila. > Alive? > Define alive. > Not a corpse or a lab rat at this exact moment. > Then yes. > Good. Safehouse tonight. Bring your assassination spreadsheets. I looked up at Jax. “Detour,” I said. “Mila wants to play war council.” He snorted. “Of course she does,” he said. “Tell her I’m charging her double for babysitting.” *** The safehouse was one of those generic Brooklyn walk‑ups that could swallow a thousand lives without ever being noticed: peeling brick, four buzzers, no names. The apartment itself was a furnished rental above a laundromat, the steady hum of machines below serving as white noise.