Sabotage Shantel Tessier Audiobook Novels & Stories

June yelled, clutching the jar of Earth so tight her knuckles whitened. “I had to hide,” Gabe said, struggling to pin the Auditor. The Auditor’s body writhed, his black suit breaking apart into a swarm of black insects. “He can only see what’s on his list. If I’d stayed in the Kitchen, he would’ve erased me. I had to become ‘old food’ to survive.” The insects swirled, then snapped back into the shape of the man in the suit, now standing ten feet away and looking seriously annoyed. He yanked a heavy black book from his bag.

She began murmuring under her breath, her expression devout and mysterious. One minute passed. Two minutes. Five minutes. The silence in the auditorium became suffocating. Nothing happened. James's phone did not ring. Not a single investor called. Cecilia's expression started to crack. Sweat formed on her forehead, ruining her perfect makeup. Whispers began spreading through the crowd. "What's going on? Did it stop working?" "I knew it. She's a fraud. Just playing tricks." Cecilia grew more and more frantic. She tried again, louder this time, her chanting more desperate.

the guards ask. That’s when it hits me. I reach under the collar of my shirt and pull out my small gold chain that says “Love”. I am so embarrassed. As I gather my things, I turn to the people behind me and mouth “I am sorry”. I walk towards the elevators, noticing there is an elevator already open, but it looks as if it’s about to close. “Please hold the elevator., I yell.

The scorching coffee splashed across the laptop I had set aside just moments earlier. With a sharp sizzle, the screen went black in an instant. The backup I had saved of the final version of the presentation was destroyed along with it. "Shit! I'm so sorry, Ms. Brown! I swear I didn't mean to…" Katherine covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks like a broken string of pearls. She appeared even more panicked than I was. My whole body shook with rage, but I couldn't force a single word out. I knew every move she made was deliberate.

And there was no version of tonight where I let either of them — her or Sabrina — be touched by what was coming. The next volley cracked louder — closer. I crossed to the window, pulling the curtain just enough to peek without exposing myself. The shadows outside were moving wrong — too fast, too deliberate. The radio hissed again. “Two hostiles down. One moving east toward the main wing.” The main wing. Us. I switched channels. “Michal, cut them off before they reach the glass corridor.” “Copy,” he replied — his voice already carrying the strain of a chase. “Lock the door,” I told Shelly. She didn’t hesitate, sliding the deadbolt home before checking the bathroom window latch. Then she came

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

Anyone not willing to show loyalty and respect is free to leave. As he finishes speaking, the atmosphere in the room shifts. The silence transforms from one of shock to one of resolve. The executives and shareholders, who moments ago were filled with doubt and suspicion, now seem united in purpose. The true saboteur has been exposed, and the path to rebuilding is clear. There is a collective determination to protect Wilson Paragon from further harm and to navigate through this crisis together.

“Are you sure you don’t want me there? Maybe I can help get through to him. Tate can be stubborn.” I look at her, raising an eyebrow. “I was raised with four sisters, all Guardians. I know something about dealing with stubborn people.” She turns and looks at Reagan and Meadow. “I really do want to get these up. I know we’re worried about an attack coming soon.” “You go. I’ll talk to Tate.” She smiles, lifting up on her toes. “I love you, Xander.” “I love you, my little witch.”

Mack’s blood froze as Shaba’s words. “If you touch a single hair on her head, I will kill you myself, or maybe I’ll let all the parents of those children you murdered cut you open.” “Now Mack, those children were not supposed to have been in the bunker. My little suicide bomber botched that one up. He was supposed to make sure the children never made it in range of the bunker before he went ka-blewy.” Shaba told him but he could tell there was no remorse or guilt in her voice as she spoke.

“They’re planning to disrupt the supply route to one of the new sites in South America. If we act fast, we can stop them.” Paulina’s jaw tightened, determination flaring in her chest. “Then let’s move. Alert the authorities and reroute the shipment. We’re not giving them another win.” Elijah added, “I’ll coordinate with the local security teams and make sure they’re prepared. If they try anything, they won’t get far.” The swift action paid off. The saboteurs’ plans were thwarted, and the shipment arrived at its destination without incident. The victory was small but significant, a reminder that resilience and vigilance were their greatest weapons.