Sabotage Shantel Tessier Audiobook Novels & Stories

She nodded, determined to meet the challenge. --- The Sabotage Deepens The first signs appeared almost immediately. A report she had reviewed yesterday had been altered subtly. A client’s sensitive details were misrepresented, and it was clear someone intended to see her fail. Her fingers trembled slightly as she traced the errors, realizing this sabotage was far more deliberate than before. Cassian’s eyes found her across the office, and she felt the familiar tension coil in her chest. His gaze wasn’t just observation—it was measurement. Every action, every word, every subtle reaction was under his scrutiny.

"The twins are high-maintenance assets. You can't raise them in a war zone. Give them to me, and I’ll give Sabizina the antidote to the neuro-sedative I leaked into the medical suite’s air." Rage looked at Sabizina, then at the transport. He pulled a small remote from his pocket—the one Sabizina had hacked in the bunker. "My wife didn't just upload a virus, Isabella," Rage shouted back, his voice carrying the weight of a final judgment. "She gave me the manual override for your transport’s engine." Sabizina, leaning against Rage’s chest, hit the 'Execute' command on her tablet with a trembling finger. The Moretti transport didn't explode. It simply... died. The turbines seized, and the craft

" I let out a bitter laugh while still standing behind the nurse. "Sorry, Dr. Einstein. I can't perform the surgery anymore." I then raised my broken right hand and let it dangle in the air, letting out gasps of agony. "I can never hold a scalpel or perform any surgeries again!" I began to sob. The ward was soon filled with my cries. Meanwhile, Oswald went berserk and began verbally attacking Jacob. "That's impossible! What do you mean that she's the only one who can perform this surgery? I refuse to believe it!

I remembered it clearly. In the final moments of my life, Winnie Frost had leaned close and laughed smugly by my ear. "Cassandra, weren't you trying to stop Sheldon and me from getting matching tattoos? Why bother? Just die already. Sheldon is mine. Don't even think about taking him from me." I jolted awake, only to feel a burning sting across my cheek. Sheldon Miller shook his hand impatiently, then grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the tattoo shop. "Cassandra, quit wasting time. Today, you're going to stand there and watch me get Winnie's name inked onto my wrist."

The Abyssal Sabotage was not a vessel designed for comfort. It was a "Functional" relic—a titanium sphere originally built by the Hawke Logistics Division to inspect the "Sub-Surface" geothermal taps that powered the old world. Now, stripped of its "Neural-Link" navigation and "Chronicle" transponders, it was a "Broken Asset" resurrected for one final, "Ruthless" mission.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

“ROGUES! HELP! ROGUES, SOMEBODY HELP, SOMEONE, ANYONE…HELP ME..THEY’RE… HERE!” Tessa’s voice cracked with terror, and then came the sound of a violent crash..metal clanging against wall, glass shattering on the ground, as tho she had prepared the perfect plans for the attack, it was the moment she has been waiting for, a moment to be left alone so she could diverse her only plan...

It was the kind of look that said we’re definitely going to argue about this later but not in front of the kid. I hated it. I hated being the kid in their eyes. I hated the silent conversations passing between men with clenched jaws while I stood there pretending my heartbeat wasn’t tap dancing through my ribs. “What happened?” Theophilus finally asked. Xves didn’t miss a beat. “Sabotage. Someone got too close.” Theophilus’ jaw tightened, but he said nothing. He just opened the back door and gestured for me to get inside, like we weren’t casually discussing my life being a N*****x crime series.

Everything would be over. “Yates! Wait! Please, let me explain—!” Abel tried to sit up, lost his balance, and crashed to the floor. He screamed in pain as his broken arm took the brunt of the fall. But Yates didn’t look back. What Abel had done would not go unpunished. TIG HQ. Caitlin had spent the entire day buried in her work. Her new designs were finished and already in the prototyping phase. Her phone rang. It was Zeke.

she barked. "Don’t worry, madam. "The job will be done very soon." He assured him. "When will it be done?" She asked impatiently. "Very soon, Madam." "You stupid fool, I need a definite answer; what do you mean by very soon?" You have three days to do this job. If I don’t receive some good news within three days, you will hear from me. You will know why I am called Jezebel the destroyer." She said it sternly and hung up.