Unscramble Safely Novels & Stories

"Ugly means you tried to do something before this." Behind them, someone added to the clause board: Clause Thirty-Four (provisional): Healing is not the opposite of damage. It is its echo. --- 3:03 PM — Canal Walk, West Riverside A procession of elders walked slowly, cane tips and rubber soles ringing out in a soft rhythm on the freshly laid stone. The heat had become a bearable rhythm. One of them stopped beside a plaque set into the stone. "Clause Twelve," he said aloud. "Safety is not surveillance. It is trust shared outward."

"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

"It's not safe." "I'm going to find the alpha."

There were no police guards when I arrived, probably because Mommy had been arrested again. “Here,” Atty. Rivera gave me Mom's power of attorney to give me the full authority to sign legal documents and decide for the business. "What is your plan, Miss Escareal?" “Liquidation,” I said formally. "But Madame Priscilla reminded me to stop you from doing that. She told me that we have another option so that your business does not go to liquidation. If there would be a merging between Genesis 'Group of Companies and your holdings, you' d save it. Genesis has many connections, this scandal will also be covered eventually. Your business will fall under their wing, though you can still be an executi

“Can’t let all my surprises out of the bag. I’ll tell you what: anything I do, if you don’t like it, use a safe word, and I stop immediately.” Safe word? What the hell are you planning to do to me, Connor Brooks? “What’s the safe word?” I asked nervously. He considered. “‘Safe word.’” I shook my head. “‘Safe word’ is the safe word? Seriously?” “You’ll remember it.” True… He looked me up and down, undressing me with his eyes. I realized that I wanted so badly for that not to be a metaphor. “So… do we have a deal?” I sat back in the chair and took a sip of wine. “Break out the cards,” I said in my best bring it on voice.

I could only continue to fell nervous as they exchanged glances. Would Alpha Killian look for me? He murdered my parents for not cooperating. I could only assume he was serious about his decision and could in fact come to find me. If not to claim me, than to kill me for my parents’ crimes. “Ok then lets get you out of here and situated. The packhouse is the safest option until we know more.” Luca’s voice brought me out of my head. The doctor quickly checked my pulse, blood pressure, and oxygen rate. And once he finished, I was on my way.

I spoke up then. "You're right, we got lucky. This could have gone so much worse and you know what? If it had, we would have handled it. All of us. We would have taken care of each other and made it through. There is no way to prevent this. There is nothing we can do to stop bad things from happening, that's just life. Life is a bully sometimes but you have us now and always. Your friends and family. People who love you no matter what. We are how you can feel safe. Knowing that no matter what comes our way, we can deal with it, together. Look up. Look at them. They are our safety. They are our peace" I said and Layla looked up and saw everyone.

It could be described as lethal for him but for me, it's a victorious one. I began to take off the lacy sleeveless crop top while still wearing my lethal slash victorious smirk as I face Hazard's contemplating eyes. "Am I still adorable?"

He grumbled, "If you're sick, you should see a doctor. Are you throwing a tantrum again because you're scared of shots and medicine? "Open the door, or I'm coming in!" Just as the door began to shake under his forceful kick, Simon suddenly froze. His assistant whispered something in his ear, and the frantic urgency in Simon's voice vanished instantly. His hand rested on the door, but he no longer tried to push inside.

Breathing. Safe.