Safehaven Elizabeth Novels & Stories

"I'm Elizabeth, my home is here and my territory is small, but I think you're safe for now. If whoever did this to you hadn't found you or followed your trace by now, they've lost the scent." They'd also had severe rains two days ago, that Elizabeth had been entirely thankful for. Ordinarily, she would have worried about her herbs and plants. Ordinarily, it would have stopped her from going out to harvest and broken her routine. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have liked it. But a rainstorm like that would have cleared any scent from the forest, and her cabin was well hidden. No one would find them now. Not by following traces or tracks, at least.

Her eyes tracked movement, counting, calculating without letting panic take hold. Six. No eight. And more shadows behind. Too many to ignore. “Stay behind me,” Lewis said without looking at her. Elizabeth didn’t argue this time. But she didn’t fully obey either. “I’m not useless,” she said quietly. “I know,” he replied. “But right now, I need you safe.” That word again. Safe. It landed differently now. She didn’t push back. But she stayed close. Not hidden. Not removed. Just… positioned. Vale watched the exchange, his gaze sharp, observant.

Baldwin turned to Elizabeth with worry etched in his eyes once he finished talking to Jane; unlike Aglaya, his wife was a naïve flower that was tended to tenderly in the boudoir, just like all the other wealthy women in the upper echelons. “My insides were playing somersaults sitting at home.” Elizabeth’s eyes too reflected her concern and worry. She sighed “I thought it would be better to keep Aglaya company while you lot run around having fun.” “Um” Baldwin nodded; perhaps she would be much safer here than on her own at home, even though he had left a few of his trusted men behind for her safety. It was never too much when it came to the safety of your most important person.

"Level four. East wing, conditioning rooms 12 and 13. Elizabeth wants them to watch each other break." "Can we get to them?" I said with a clenched fist. "There is much security but we can communicate through the vents and let them know we're planning something to give them hope." "Do it now. Tell them Helen is here and the FBI is coming." "I will." Rachel's voice changed. "Helen? One more thing. There's a rumor about Elizabeth and her contingency plan." "What kind of contingency?" I frowned. "If this facility is ever raided or if she's ever arrested. She has other facilities ready to activate and a successor too."

Later, holding my hand, he explained, "Carly is Ryan's wife. Saving her was a favor to the Schumans to secure our family's position." But the way he looked at Carly was filled with a love he couldn't hide. I caught a chill in that cold water, and the illness took root inside me. It took six months of care before I began to heal. Now, looking back, all the signs were there. I was too naive to see the truth until I was drowning in it. Thankfully, it wasn't too late to wake up. Teresa Barker's birthday was coming up in a month. She was Simon's grandmother, and she had always been kind to me. I planned to celebrate with her one last time before I officially left the Barkers.

Lizzie expressed her naive nature taking the best of her yet again. “You trust people too easily Lizzie.” And with that statement he pulled over in an incomplete apartment. “What is this place?” Lizzie’s curiousity piqued. She began to fear for her life. She began to think Markle worked for Giovanni Moretti. He jumped down from his jeep and took Lizzie out from the backseat. As he led her into the incomplete building, he said to her, “Some really interesting men would love to have you with them. Your body is their inhaler, your sweet round ass is their life jacket and your pussy, is their water.”

If they were fated, he would have marked her by now though. "Kiera, we don't want any harm to come to you. For the safety of everyone, I would like to bring you off our territory," Elizabeth spoke with apparent kindness, but experience had taught me not to trust so easily.

The safehouse was a far cry from the glass-walled purgatory of the penthouse. It was a rustic, secluded lodge tucked deep into the pine-covered hills, far removed from the neon pulse of the city. For three days, it felt as though we had stepped off the map entirely. Elias spent his hours on satellite calls, his face illuminated by the harsh glow of encrypted screens, his demeanor shifting back into the cold, strategic machine I had first met.

“I’m sorry, Lo. If you’re still upset with me, I’ll fix everything. I promised that, didn’t I?” Pressure. That was what I was feeling right now. It was like everyone was expecting me to say something they wanted to hear... especially my parents. Only if my mother’s eyes could kill, I’d already be on the floor, bloodied and wheezing for breath. I licked my lips and nodded, taking silence as the safest choice. “I guess our work here is done?” one of the men in black uniforms muttered. “She’s safe. Oh, thank God.” Elizabeth sighed in relief, looking up at the ceiling with clasped hands. “Yes, yes, all of you can get lost now. My daughter-in-law is safe and sound.” She shooed away everyone linge

I blinked uncontrollably, staring at the man sitting across from me. An uncomfortable feeling settled deep in my chest. My hands trembled around the fork until I could no longer hold it, and it slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against the plate. Lucas said nothing. He simply stared at me, his eyes filled with a quiet honesty I wasn't ready to face. I remained speechless because, deep down, I knew he was right. I had been so consumed by my love for Daniel Valdez that I hadn't bothered to give anyone else a chance—not even Lucas.