Safeguard Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I was no longer an observer; I was a participant, and my hands were no longer clean. I scrolled through my notes. The phrases I had underlined now glowed with new meaning, imbued with the personal experience that made them more than just words. *Traffic light system. Safe word. Aftercare.* I thought about how a safe word is a predetermined term or signal used to communicate an urgent need to pause or stop. In mainstream narratives, people often ask why safe words are necessary, viewing them as a sign of weakness or a punchline. But I now understood that they allow people to play with power dynamics safely, to explore a fantasy without ever crossing into a dangerous reality. They create a cle

Carol saw me rushing out of a tent with a child in my arms while instructing the other people to disperse. "Marcus!" Carol screamed, calling out my name as she rushed over to me. Just then, a missile struck one of the tents nearby, and it immediately went up in flames. Carol watched as a burning pole fell from the top, and I was right in its path. "Watch out!" Carol immediately lunged at us, using her body to shield me and the child from the pole. There was a terrible burning sensation on her back, but she couldn't be bothered about it. She just held me tightly in her arms, just like how she'd saved me from the truck in my past life.

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.

Even though it was just a speculation, Safan could not relax because this speculation seemed too real. “However, based on Dimas’ tone just now, he seems to be on Monia’s side. Regardless of whether he knows anything or not and no matter what his relationship with Monia is, since he said that he would take care of Monia, Monia will have an extra layer of protection. This isn’t a bad thing.” Ginevra nodded in agreement. After all, their daughter’s safety was the most important. As long as their daughter was safe and sound, to open-minded parents such as them, it did not matter if they were tough guys or young studs.

She made a mental note to double-check the locks on her doors and windows when she got back. When Romero finally arrived, Scarlett could see the concern etched on his face. "Have you seen any suspicious activity?" he asked as soon as he walked through the door. Scarlett shook her head. "No, but I found this." She handed him the note and watched as his eyes scanned over the words. He blew out a low whistle. "They're not playing around." "I know," Scarlett said, her voice breaking a little. "What are we going to do?" "We need to get you back to the mansion, I believe it's the safest there." Romero said firmly, taking charge of the situation. "I will inform your father about this and double you

"He gave us a location. Safety deposit box with backup evidence. We need to get it. We need to—" "We need to get somewhere safe first. Regroup. Then we figure out next steps." "There is no safe anymore." I'm standing. "Don't you see? Richard will find us anywhere. The only way to be safe is to destroy him. Completely. No mercy. No hesitation." "Aria—"

Max worked with security, reviewing transportation routes, communication protocols, emergency procedures. All too soon, they stood in the compound's garage, two unmarked SUVs waiting with engines running. Josh loaded the last of the suitcases while Sara checked the children's security bands – special devices that would track their location and vital signs at all times. "I don't want to go," Leo said for the twentieth time, his lower lip jutting stubbornly. "I know, buddy," Max knelt, pulling Leo into a fierce hug. "But sometimes being brave means doing hard things to keep people safe."

That’s Christy, the question soft. “Anyone can arrange transport.” I turn so I can look at Mark, who’s speaking now. “Can you ensure their safety?” “We can promise to do our utmost to protect them,” I answer honestly. “Anyone who promises total safety is a liar.” “Our utmost is more than most people can manage,” Sarah adds. “We have ways to see danger before it arrives.” “I think it has to be done,” Christy says. I wish I knew what was going on with them. Maybe I’ll find out, but it doesn’t seem the time to ask.

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.

"But for now, we must ensure your safety. Come, there is a secret safe below the pack grounds. It is fortified and well-hidden. We will take you there until the immediate danger has passed." As Sage led me through the labyrinthine corridors, my mind swirled with a mix of worry and determination. Each step felt heavy, the weight of uncertainty threatening to overwhelm me. But I clung to the hope that Marco and our pack would emerge victorious, that our love and unity would guide us through the darkest of times. Finally, we arrived at the hidden entrance to the secret safe. Sage pushed open the heavy door, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with supplies and provisions. The air was cool and