Safe People Novels & Stories

Make me feel safe. But that wasn’t possible.

This place is state of the art and it even has a surveillance system to watch what happens while the pack is safe down here. The girls look around we show them the exists to each building and how the doors are secure when we press a button and can’t be opened from the outside after that minute. Then they see how the rooms all look. It’s nice each room has beds for how ever many people live in the house it’s for. Then they have a closet full of clothes a tv any special stuff like baby beds or game systems for kids. Toys board games it’s to be safe and keep kids calm. The old safe rooms we had to be silent in these are completely sound proof we could throw a rave down here blasting music and t

You’re safe. Closing my eyes, I focus on Vincent’s soft breaths. You’re safe. XXX

--- Faradiso-Paradise --- There was a town in the East, named safest yet the most mysterious. Barriers of thick concrete aligning and separating the edges of ARIA and the safe zone. Hollows who knew of what’s inside the safe zone were shot, punished for not keeping their curiosity on the low. Who wouldn’t anyway? Having trained all life unwillingly and to follow the orders of those with jurisdiction. Who wouldn’t wanna know what lies in that area known to give security and comfort?

Sophia’s POV The safehouse is a sleek, modern penthouse tucked away in a quiet corner of Manhattan, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The lights of New York twinkle like stars against the night, but inside, the air is thick with tension and unspoken desire. Julian closes the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the dimly lit space. My heart pounds not just from the fear of Lucas’s text, but from the way Julian’s presence fills the room, commanding and electric.

I said. "Yes it was. Because safety was always an illusion. Marcus knew that. He told me that. You cannot ever be truly safe because someone can always find you. Someone can always hurt you. The only real safety is power. Control. Making sure you are scarier than the people who want to hurt you." "Hope—" "He was right. About that at least. I hate that he was right but he was." Lucas moved to stand beside her. "He was not right. He was wrong. Safety is not about being scarier. It is about being connected. Having people who will fight for you. Who will notice when something is wrong. Who will act."

“Bringing me tea, leaving little things on my desk. Buying me books. Listening. And I don’t know if it’s because he finally understands or because he’s scared of losing me. Maybe both. But I can’t figure out what I feel about it. Some days I’m… glad. Some days I’m angry it took him this long. And some days I’m scared to trust it at all.” Malik doesn’t jump in with advice like most people would. He lets the silence stretch a little, like he’s making room for the truth to breathe. Then he says, “What do you need to feel safe again?” I blink, caught off guard. “Safe?” “Yes,” he says. “Not happy or in love. Safe. Because until you feel safe, none of the rest will matter.”

"Are you both done?" Elena swallowed, her voice quiet but firm. "For how long?" Damien met her gaze, the answer clear in his eyes. "As long as it takes." Inside, the safehouse was spacious yet devoid of excess. High-tech security systems lined the walls, weapons were discreetly hidden within reach, and the reinforced windows left no vulnerability unchecked. Yet, despite the defenses, Elena felt no real sense of safety. Because in this world, safety was an illusion. Draco shifted in her arms, his small body warm and fragile. She whispered soothing words to him, but deep down, she knew her own fear would seep into him sooner or later.

He wondered why all these practitioners were standing on an enormous flat rock, on which was written on a large board in large letters. 'Safe zone.' Li Wei, who didn't understand, asked innocently. "What is this safe zone?" he looked at Nawa. "A safe zone is a place that is set up for no violence to occur. This means that no one is allowed to attack other fighters or hunters in this zone!" "That means I can't attack with my magic power here either?" asked Li Wei. He was clearly astonished. Why in a Boss - Momon hunting ground like this, there should be a special place called the safe zone. This made no sense to Li Wei.

“Luka will be another hour. We have breakfast by ourselves.” Luka appears twenty minutes later, already dressed and with his laptop under his arm, but when he sees the scene—Zion on the floor, me nestled against Elias’s shoulder, all of us drinking coffee in comfortable silence—he simply sits in the other lounger and opens his computer without comment. It is strange to realize that with them—with the three most dangerous men I know—is where my body finally understands the concept of safe. Safe as a crooked word. Safe as a trench you build inside the war itself.