Safe People Novels & Stories

“Forty six billion.” “Mhm… impressive. Be done soon, okay? Be back safe.” I scoffed. “Stop playing big brother here. What's the opposite of safe?” “Unsafe?” “Exactly. No one in the family has ever felt like that, so I'd always be safe no matter what.” “I'm not in to play your games. Just be safe.” “You're always never in to play. Why so serious?” I rolled my eyes. “Why so unserious?” He poked back.

Submissive surrenders all autonomy except safeword use. SAFEWORDS: * "YELLOW" = slow down, adjust, check in * "RED" = immediate stop, end scene * Safewords may be used at any time without penalty HARD LIMITS (activities that will NOT occur): * Permanent marking/scarring * Scat/watersports * Minors * Animals * Non-consent scenes with others SOFT LIMITS (activities that may be explored with caution): * Extreme pain * Degradation/humiliation * Multiple partners * Public exposure/play

“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.

"Liam is the blueprint. He’s like, actual prom king material. Did you see him in his jersey today? The shoulders? I nearly died right there by the trophy case." Sarah let out a loud, dramatic groan, unscrewing a tub of lip gloss with an aggressive twist. "Ugh, please. Liam is sweet, sure, but he's so... safe. He looks like the kind of guy who asks your dad for permission before taking you to a movie. Noah, though? Oh my god. Noah is a literal hazard to my health." Elena froze. Her hand went to the second button of her uniform shirt, pretending to check if it was loose, her fingers fumbling with the fabric just to give herself an excuse to stay right where she was.

"Avery Maddox? This is Officer Eve Dove. Your brother gave me your number. We need to talk. Now. Are you somewhere safe where we can speak privately?" I looked around my apartment. The walls suddenly felt thin. The windows suddenly felt exposed. Everything that had seemed like sanctuary ten minutes ago now felt like a trap. "I think so," I said, my voice shaking. "But I do not know anymore. I do not know what safe even means." "Safe means away from Mateo Reyes. Safe means not answering his calls or texts. Safe means packing a bag and being ready to move at a moment's notice." Eve's voice was professional but not unkind. "Can you do that? Can you be ready?"

It was unnerving, but it also made her feel protected. “You’re… really serious about this, huh?” she asked quietly. Damian’s eyes softened for a moment. “About keeping you safe? Always. I won’t let anything happen to you, Amaya. Not ever.” She nodded, taking a shaky breath. His words were comforting, but the fear inside her didn’t completely dissipate. Nancy was clever, manipulative, and relentless. Damian’s protection would help, but it wouldn’t erase the danger entirely. They arrived at the safe house, a secluded townhouse far from the city center. Damian parked carefully, and the three of them quickly moved inside. The place was fully equipped, with cameras, alarms, and emergency exits. K

They were driving to see a security company. “We need more guards,” Calla said. “We cannot be safe with just Marco and Luis. Not with Alfredo as an enemy.” “I found a good company,” Neva said. “They are called Aegis. They are very professional. They do not ask too many questions.” “Good,” Calla said. She looked out the window. “We will get more guards. Then we will get Damien’s house. Then we will be safe.” “And the babies,” Neva said softly.

Finally, they are about to leave the safe zone. They know that the safe zone is safe because of the many people with abilities there, and with the leadership of the military, everyone there will definitely be safe. What Brandon and Liam couldn't understand was that their body hair was rising. They feel really unsafe in that place. That's why they decided to leave. There is also nothing wrong if they travel with their group. Also, they can't find the cure, or they can't do it if they are there. After all, the main key to the cure they think of is Liam. They don't want to risk it.

I just want my kids safe, and to be safe you must be strong. “I’m going to travel us in,” I warned him as I saw the front door open. I pulled the shadow door through us instantly traveling us to the safe room. I couldn’t really see what the security system was that was placed. I saw no panels, no lasers, no wires, no traps at all. It was oddly easy, and that’s not normal. There is something I am missing, I just know it. ‘I don’t like this.’ Shade’s unhelpful voice rang in my head.

Alex opened the case and got out all the papers and hard drives containing all sorts of video evidence and went over it all along with the rest of the team. Once they were done they all looked at Alexander with a huge grin on their faces. "You know what this is?" Ayesha asked, it was rhetorical so they waited for her to answer. "This is basically a ticket to make the USA a better and safer place to live. You have accomplished amazing stuff here Alexander, this will take down two major mafias and liberate six different states. You deserve a god damn medal" she said and Alexander smiled in gratitude. He didn't want a god damn medal he just wanted his girl safe and sound with him and a happily