Novel & Cerita Destroy Me Audiobook

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"She’s... transmitting... from the wreckage." Vanessa’s sharp voice snapped: "She’s dead! We saw her burn!” An Echo from the Abyss Through the crackling feed... Damien’s voice broke through. "I’m... still here," he rasped, weak but steady. "Don’t... come back... leave me." Shock and Defiance Silence fell. His voice was real. He was... alive. Vanessa’s dark eyes burned, rage mixing with disbelief. "Turn us around! NOW!” A Desperate Plan "We... can’t just leave him," I whispered, gripping my sidearm, breath sharp. "We go back... we end this... for good."

And register, across the whole hemisphere at once, the same impossible reading. The source. Unfolded. Awake. Broadcasting. For twenty years the end of my count has been silence. Three, two, one, and then the small safe dark where I hid. Tonight the end of the count is not silence. It is the scream of metal beginning to melt, the hangar door glowing white under my palm and parting before me like water. Behind me Damian rises from his knee, and he gives the only order left to give, and his voice is steady, and it is a promise and a verdict and a beginning at once.

Azlynn’s P.O.V. The moment my Alpha command reverberated through silence, the blood seal flared white, emitting uncontrollable fire. The raging flames swirled around Demrid, engulfing him immediately. His agonizing screams fractured the air as he begged for mercy. Turning deaf ears to his pleading, I watched his soul ripped from the husk of his body, being devoured by the fire of justice. The bloodied red cross burned to ashes, erasing the mark as the reversal spell worked successfully, concluding the chapter of endless misery.

I want to scream don’t let her near our child, but my mouth won’t obey. “I know,” Damian whispers, forehead resting against mine. “I know you’re fighting. Just… don’t let go yet.” Darkness surges. The last thing I hear before everything fades is Damian’s voice, raw and unfiltered, filled with something terrifying and absolute. “If anyone did this to her,” he says quietly, deadly calm, “I will burn their entire world down.” And then nothing... I think I died.

“What the hell? Good morning, Bestie!” I smiled despite myself. “It's two in the morning there.” “I know.” “Then why are you calling me?” “Because I miss you.” “You're disgusting.” “You missed me too.” “I'd rather miss my own funeral.” She gasped. “Ouch.” I laughed. “Where are you?” “Japan.” “You're coming home?” “Tomorrow.” My smile softened. “Finally.” “I need to talk to you.” Something in her voice made me straighten. “What happened?”

"You need to distill your entire journey into the most important parts. What's the one message you want people to remember?" I thought about it. "That victory isn't destroying your enemies. It's building a life they can't touch." "Perfect. That's your through line. Everything in the talk should support that message." We spent weeks crafting the talk. I wrote draft after draft. Practiced in front of Marcus. In front of Emma. In front of the mirror. The talk was structured simply: Part one: The betrayal. Brock's fake death. The destruction of my life. Part two: The revenge. Building an empire to destroy my enemies. The satisfaction and the cost.

" I turned and stepped into the Rolls-Royce waiting at the curb. The tinted windows slid up, muffling the desperate wails and curses from Gary and Rita behind me. Then, inside my mind, the familiar robotic voice finally spoke. [Mission complete! The Newark Group has been dismantled. The original Abby's lingering resentment has fully dissipated. Host performance rating: S. Preparing to exit the world…] I closed my eyes and sank into the soft leather seat. A faint, relieved smile tugged at my lips. In this world—where the strong devour the weak—only building wealth and power never betray you. As for cheap family affection and fake love? Throw them in the trash. They'd just take up space. The E

“She was just… useful. Do you know how easy it was to make her believe she had control? A few sweet words, a little manipulation, and she danced right into my hands.” A sharp inhale. Then another voice—Alexander Whitmore. “And now?” A pause. A clink of ice against glass. “I’ll destroy her.” Damian’s voice was laced with cruelty. “She thinks she can win? Let her try. I’ll burn everything she touches.” The room was silent when the audio ended. Celeste looked at me. “We leak this tonight.” I swallowed hard. “Do it.” ⸻ *Hours later, the internet exploded* Damian’s polished, sympathetic act shattered beneath the weight of his own words.

Their touches lingered longer than necessary — hands on waists, fingers brushing thighs, heated gazes in the brief moments between battles. Midnight Confessions In a longer lull around 3 AM, they sat together near the center of the roof, backs against each other in a protective triangle, catching their breath. “I keep seeing their faces,” Kael admitted quietly. “Every infected I kill… I still see my little brothers.” Serena reached back and intertwined her fingers with his. “I smell burning sage and Elara’s perfume every time I close my eyes.” Damien’s voice was low. “I still hear Viktor’s last words. ‘My greatest pride.’”