Sabotage Shantel Tessier Audiobook Novels & Stories

I said, my voice trembling, kissing him soft but deep, his warmth grounding me. But Gabe’s groan nearby snapped us back, and I spun, my heart pounding as he staggered up, bloodied but alive, his parachute tangled in the trees. “Ivy, listen,” Gabe said, his voice shaky, hands raised. “I sabotaged Bella’s plan to save you. The jet’s fuel—I tampered with it.” His eyes pleaded, but doubt gnawed at me, his betrayal too fresh, and I stepped back, my hand on Rowan’s arm.

she said. He glanced over at us, then pointed to the conference table. "Show me." We plugged in the drive. A few moments later, her aide appeared with a tablet and placed it in her line of sight. Holt scrolled through the reports Cassie had on the screen. Her expression changed incrementally—detached interest giving in to increasing horror. "Jesus Christ," she exclaimed. "This is not corruption. This is engineered collapse. Domestic sabotage." Cassie agreed. "And he almost did."

"I heard you! You're using that stupid hockey contract to force him to say things! You're trying to steal his legacy and destroy his career!" "He destroyed his own career when he attacked that player!" I shouted back, matching her loud energy. "And you're the one who is terrified of the truth coming out!" "You don't know anything, you little roach!" Shantel spat, her voice cracking as she stepped in front of Raxon like a shield. "You're nothing but a thief who tricked a dying old woman into signing a fake will! We are going to have you thrown in jail for this!" The screaming match was getting out of hand, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of the empty hallway. Raxon just stood behind S

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.

An antique shell wrapped around a modern ghost. As my boots hit the floorboard, the radio crackled to life. “Initiating self-destruction protocol: Phase One,” Sam announced calmly. “Three… two… one.” The Corvette detonated behind us with a thunderous blast. Fire erupted, lighting the street as shockwaves rattled the windows. “We gotta go—now!” I shouted. I cranked the engine and shoved the truck into first gear. “Seriously?” I muttered. “A manual?” Before I could stall it, Sam cut in. “Assuming control.”

Do that, and you’ll see Blair again. I froze. Every word blurred on the screen, my breath coming slow and uneven. I could barely keep up. Sabotage Ryan and Amanda? No, It had to be a mistake. Maybe someone was playing sick games. But the email continued. *"Don’t doubt me, I’ll prove it."* And then came an audio file. I hesitated, my finger hovering above the play button. Every part of me screamed not to listen, but my hand moved on its own. The voice that came through made my blood run cold.

And he was nothing but a man made of mistakes. Brielle felt the last shackle snap the moment the divorce was finalized. She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just exhaled—like a woman surfacing after years underwater. She drove across town and pulled into the small lot behind Talia’s lab, the smell of oil and concrete grounding her. Inside, Talia looked up with a grin. “Hey, how’s the brain trust going?” “It’s free,” Brielle said, placing a small case on the counter. “I’m Brielle Elise Monroe again.”

“Your phone kept buzzing earlier. I silenced it. I thought it might be a distraction.” I nodded as she left. The door closed quietly behind her. I sat there, the memory of her story crawling all over my skin. Something about it wouldn’t let go. And deep down, I already knew why. I’d just helped my mum unpack a story about jealousy. And I felt proud. Until I opened my phone. Group chat: It was lit and loud Nora: “She’s a pretender. Can’t believe people still pity her.” Unknown number: “Heard she’s the one who set Sara up. Shameful.”

“You sabotaged my project—months of work! You altered the files, tampered with the data, and now it looks like I’m the one who screwed up. Do you think I wouldn’t notice?” His smirk only deepened. “Oh, Rachael... You’re being dramatic. It was a simple oversight. I was just... refining a few things. Helping the team.” Her body trembled with rage, her fists clenching so hard she could feel her nails digging into her palms. “Helping the team?” she spat. “You didn’t ‘refine’ anything—you destroyed it! You deliberately sabotaged me!”

Steve asks, at first seeming gentle, then turning to a more aggressive tone. "None of your buisness." Shantal replies, just as angry. "I wanted to test my project and it worked. It will wear off soon." Steve looks at her in shock, not believing what he just heard. "Where's the girl I fell in love with? what happened to her?" Steve says, shaking his head and turning back, clenching his fists as he walks out Shantal sighs and starts to walk after him, but something stops her, leaving her alone to boil in her anger. She scoffs and turns back to her project, now finished, and putting on a blue suit of armor with a ball of plasma in the middle and coils on the back.