Sabotage Book Shantel Tessier นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Subtle acts intended to destabilize routines, undermine confidence, and provoke mistrust were now combined with covert alliances, creating a highly volatile environment. Abby, standing at the balcony, scanned the quiet streets with hawk-like precision. “Her network is now acting in concert,” he murmured. “Every disruption, no matter how minor it seems, is part of a broader plan. We must anticipate cascading effects and neutralize them before they materialize.” Aubrey, reviewing surveillance feeds and intercepted communications, added, “Sabotage is always multi-dimensional. It blends physical disruption with social and psychological influence. Every household routine could be targeted. Every

Also, since I wore a mask to Velvet Eclipse, my face wasn't known to many people. Moving into this cramped apartment building under a false identity was the only way to catch my breath while my men hunted down whoever ordered the hit. Not like I needed protection but I was the Don. I couldn't let something happen to me. My mind was still completely consumed by what happened in that alleyway. I was fascinated by the dangerous woman who had shattered my perfect silence. My men had spent the entire morning digging for information, and they finally brought me a name. Her name was Sable. The masked dancer who had saved my life and then vanished like a ghost.

Whoever sabotaged that shipment thought they were smart. They thought they could bleed me. And now I know exactly where they’re going to bleed when I

She leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, her eyes glazed as she watched dust motes dance in the light. "We are not alone." Sloane drew his dagger. The shadows between the trees shifted. From the woods ahead, Balthazar stepped into the clearing. Vane and Kael flanked him. "Seeing you so helpless is good to see." Balthazar's jaundiced eyes scanned the tattered remains of Sloane's shirt greasy stains, charcoal, dried blood. "To think I was replaced by a dog who looks lost searching for a bone." Sloane did not move. He held up his right wrist. The golden Shackle glowed with an angry, rhythmic amber light.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

Without looking back, I took off immediately, I ran with everything I had, I ran like it's my last time, I ran like never before, I ran like I had nine lives, which left me thinking, wasn't I ready to die few minutes ago, After running for a long time I finally stopped to catch my breath, I slowly turned What suddenly happened, why did I run? And it dawned on me, those eyes made me run, who could he be? ANGEL OR DEVIL The Next Day I don't know why I feel so weird but for some reason I don't feel like going out tonight, but it's not like there's any other places for me, SHANTY is my only safe space, the only place for someone like me in this whole universe. I came down from the taxi, paid the

" Saben completed her sentence, quirking his brow. Eliana snatched another pillow. "Don't make me sleep-smother you. Saben bellowed a laugh. "Okay, okay! But really, what has he done now?" Eliana collapsed next to him on the couch with a deep whoosh of breath. "He sabotaged our blueprints. Then, he bid against our supplier to slow down our material. He is attempting to cause me to goof up, Saben, and I swear if I don't throttle him at the end of this project, it'll be a miracle. Saben whistled.

The system's last words struck me like a thunderbolt. So that's how it was. It made me slap Clara, smash the police car, slap Maxey, and even post organ transactions online... Every time I tried to sabotage myself, it was pulling me out of my predetermined tragic fate. And this time, it made me lock the door and take Clara's phone, not to hurt me, but to let Clara and Maxey reap what they sowed. After the sound of the ambulance siren completely faded away, I drove away from the mansion.

"This is where I bring problems that need solving. People who need convincing. Obstacles that require removal." "You mean this is where you torture people." "I prefer 'aggressive negotiation.'" He pushed open the exit door, and cold night air hit my face. "But call it what you want." The car waited. His driver opened the door, and Richard pushed me inside. "Penthouse," he ordered. "And call ahead. I want her suite prepared. Extra security on her floor." As we drove through the city, I watched the lights blur past and tried to think. Elena Vasquez. Seventeen women. An underground network. It was more help than I had dared hope for.

They are organized. I cannot help but wonder. First the accident that nearly killed me, then Roxy's stabbing, and now this. Someone is moving against my pack or against me personally. But who?