Sabotage Shantel Tessier Audiobook Novels & Stories

Her command was clear, she wanted me to be quiet and stay put. I could tell Nathan was starting to feel uneasy from behind me and followed Nina as she crept closer to the car, ever-so-slowly. Her feet were silent on the dirt and gravel and I marveled at her stealthiness as she approached the totaled vehicle. My eyes bounced back and forth, looking for the reason for Nina’s discomfort, but I couldn’t see anything. Beyond impatient, I pulled the tablet back out and looked at the logs. I scanned the names and brands silently, trying to keep my mind distracted. A loud screeching echoed in the dead silence and I jumped from the sudden noise.

“But I’m willing.” Back at HQ, Camellia sat in the server core, re-running simulations of the sabotage string. She inserted a trigger phrase: “QueryChain Override – LayerTwo” The screen blinked. New files appeared. Not public ones. Private. Labeled: BURNETT_FALLOUT Inside: a full character file on Sophie. Psychological profiles. Past therapy notes. Meeting logs from her first Phoenix pitch. Whoever planted this… knew everything. And planned to weaponize it. The courtroom prep team offered her a sleek gray blazer and pencil skirt.

I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding. Damien stepped through the smoke. His gun raised. His eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t sending men anymore. He had come himself. “Give me the drive,” he said, his voice calm. I gritted my teeth. “No.” He sighed. “You never learn.” His gun fired. I dove. Pain ripped through my side. But I didn’t stop. I slammed my hand down— The screen flashed. **Broadcasting…** Damien’s face turned to pure rage. “What did you do?”

Fuck my life. Fuck today to Sunday and back. Fuck Principal Churchill’s boyfriend for being such a blind dunce. Choking my steering wheel and gasping in horror, I gripped the steering wheel tight, weighing the gravity of what I’d just done. Shit. Shit. SHIT! The hunk of a man sprawled in front of my jalopy, eyes closed and unmoving didn’t leave any room for doubt. I’d single-handedly sabotaged and ruined my last shot at a career prospect. Worse still, I’d become a murderer.

he replied without slowing, “you are exactly what they want. That makes you fragile.” That shut her up. Marcus Stone appeared at the stairwell landing like he’d been summoned by instinct alone, earpiece crackling, gun already in his hand. His eyes flicked over Isabelle in a rapid assessment, alive, upright, terrified. “Black sedan is compromised,” Marcus said. “Secondary vehicle ready on Forty-Eighth.” “Clear the floor,” Dante ordered. “No press. No delays.” They moved fast. Isabelle barely registered the chaos around her security shouting into radios, doors slamming, people scattering like startled birds. All she could feel was the USB drive burning in her palm, a small thing with the weigh

His fists clenched as frustration boiled inside him. He’d thought after Wendy’s death… after the old man passed… with Steven still in a coma… that the company , and Shantal , would be easy to manipulate. But she wasn’t a naive little girl anymore. She was dangerous now. And Roger? Roger was running out of moves. Roger hadn’t expected Shantal to be so ruthless. Her words left him stunned, off-balance. “Dr. Hopkins is here!” someone shouted, snapping Roger out of his glare.

Abby, Aubrey, Sandra, Lou, and Jake strategically countered, guiding dialogue, reinforcing trust, and clarifying narratives. Unexpectedly, Victor and Vela’s sabotage attempt—tampering with public property to discredit the household—was discovered and corrected by Lou before any public awareness. Abby and Aubrey leveraged this, demonstrating transparency and reinforcing cohesion among allies. By nightfall, the household returned home, mentally fatigued but strategically reinforced. Abby addressed the family: “Today tested our foresight, vigilance, and ability to respond to sabotage while maintaining unity. Every attempt to destabilize routines was neutralized, and our alliances remain intact.

Through the blur, I heard hurried footsteps at the cabin door. Several uniformed security and civil aviation inspectors charged in. The lead inspector flashed his badge as his cold tone cut through Edward's tirade. "Cindy Austin, according to a verified report, you are suspected of possessing contraband. You are ordered to disembark immediately and cooperate with our investigation." When Cindy heard this, her face turned ashen, and she froze. "I don't know anything!" she screamed in a panic. She scrambled to hide behind Edward. Edward shielded her protectively behind him while glaring at the officials. "This must be a mistake. There's no contraband here. Can we discuss this once we're out of

The same style that had just been released. Zeke followed my gaze, and his smile froze. The soft music kept playing. Confetti and flower petals drifted down from above. But inside me, something was being torn out, piece by piece. Zeke just stood there, speechless. He didn't know where to place his hands. Jason quickly noticed and pulled him away, his face red. I overheard a low exchange in the distance. "What are you thinking?! This is crossing a line… No matter what's going on, you can't do that in front of her. She's right there. How can you just pretend nothing happened?"