Safe People Novels & Stories

His broad hands rested flat against my back, warm and solid as stone. So, here is the thing about real safety. I used to think safety was about locked doors, high stone walls, and big speeches under the full moon. I thought it was about holding onto someone so tight they couldn't run away. Standing in that quiet room, smelling the woodsmoke and the faint scent of pine on Rowan’s jacket, I realized how wrong I was. Safety is just a man who leaves a hot cup of tea on the table and leaves the front door unlocked.

The view here was spectacular—cliffs dropping down to impossibly blue water, colorful buildings clinging to the hillside, boats dotting the harbor below. "Look at me," I said. She turned in her seat, her expression wary. "We're safe," I said firmly. "Right now, in this moment, we are completely safe. No one knows where we are except Declan, Marco, and our families. We have security monitoring the villa. We have people watching our backs even when we don't see them." "I know—" "And more importantly," I continued, "you are allowed to just exist. You're allowed to be happy without constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop."

Gwen’s POV They kept repeating the word like a spell. Safe. "You’re safe here. You’re home now. You don’t need to worry anymore." Each time someone said it, my chest tightened, as if the word itself were a lie my body refused to accept. Safety, I had learned the hard way, was not about walls or wealth or familiar corridors. Safety was knowing who would believe you when you spoke. Safety was knowing that if you broke apart, someone would kneel beside you instead of diagnosing the cracks. By that definition, this house was anything but safe.

Living room with old couches, kitchen that looked like it hadn't been updated since the eighties, a hallway leading to bedrooms, someone had stocked the place recently, food in the cabinets, beer in the fridge, blankets on the beds. "This is the safehouse?" Maya looked around. "How many of these do you have?" "Three within driving distance. This one's the most secure." Dominic led her to a bedroom at the end of the hall. "You should rest. We'll be here a few days until things calm down." "A few days?" Maya sat on the bed. "What about school? What about work?" "School can wait. Work can wait." Dominic knelt in front of her. "Right now the only thing that matters is keeping you alive, you safe

Diamond uses her flashlight to gather his bottles I kept in the small fridge and the few nappies he’ll need for the flight. Safety, the condition of being protected from or unlikely to cause danger, risk, or injury. This is his safety. I’m doing the right thing, I’m keeping him away from danger. My phone vibrates, and I look at the message. It’s almost three in the morning, a sure time that everyone is sleeping. Everything’s ready. Come to the front of the gate, I tranquilized the dogs so they should be out till morning. The sliding door at the back should be the quietest.

She read the words twice, then a third time, as though they might rearrange themselves into something else. The brothers. Her chest tightened, her hand trembling slightly as she typed a reply. Where? Three dots appeared almost instantly, blinking as someone on the other end typed. Wherever you feel safe. Public, private, your choice. Safe. Her breath hitched at the word. She didn’t remember the last time she’d associated safety with people. Safety, to her, had always been a locked door, a bolt slid across, her back pressed against it as she tried to breathe in silence. Safety meant isolation, not trust.

I finally relent, “We will go now, but before we leave, I want you to give me a safe word.” “Fuck!” I heard Garrett say, but I never tore my eyes from the fiery woman in front of me. “Safe word?” She asked, and I could see the confusion in her eyes. Which explains how much she didn’t know about the other world I used to live in. “It’s like a code,” I explained patiently. “Choose one word, it can be anything. Something that you will say and I will know if there was something you couldn’t handle, or if there was something you are afraid of, or if you feel like you are in trouble. The moment I heard that word, I knew what you meant, and I will get you out of that place.”

It got to the point where I could head-off the attack with the proper breathing meditation. It was imperative that I didn’t let my fear show. Something deep inside of me was extremely unsettled right now, telling me that this was no coincidence with what’d been going on lately. Luna Destiny was ushering people inside of the safe room once we got onto the floor. It was meant for those in the pack that couldn’t or shouldn’t fight for whatever reason. Children, those without wolves, any female who was pregnant, nursing mothers, and the elderly.

For now, I couldn't give them more than what I know, but I will eventually get more information. I looked at each of them, a sense of responsibility weighing on my shoulders because I was the one who brought them into this mess and I will be damned if I let anything happen to them on my watch. "There's a safe house about fifty miles from here. It's off the grid and heavily fortified. We'll have to travel there, but it's our best chance." I added as they all stared at me, I could see the fear and doubt in their eyes, but i swear on my life I won't allow anything happen to any of them

I know from the moment he asked me to leave and go get the coffee from the safe, something bad was about to unfold. My manager taught me about the safe room; that if there was something bad to happen we needed to rush to his office and press the red button and the titanium doors would keep us safe until one of the company's security men came to open it for us. A security measure that I didn’t think was necessary for a coffee shop.