Akudama Drive Swindler Novels & Stories

“You’re kidding. What was even being bet?” “School lunches. Mostly chocolate puddings. Clover is suspended for two days.” Reno looked almost impressed with her. “Well guess what your son did,” I started. “Finch nearly stole three hundred Euros worth of merchandise from the store. I didn’t notice until Leo stopped us.” “No fucking way.” “Bad word!” Clover called. “Sorry sweetie!” Reno called back. “Three hundred Euros worth?” “Mhmm. Why am I impressed?” I asked. “Same reason I’m impressed by our pudding betting daughter.” Reno smiled.

he said, letting the words fall like stones in still water, “I want to borrow a line from a certain idiot: ‘As long as you’re alive, there’s still a chance to change everything.’” Applause roared like a tide. And though most eyes were on the stage, only a few noticed when Kimura lifted a single fist toward the sky, just for a moment, as if answering something unseen. On his walk home, the wind was gentle, the road quiet. Then—thunk. Something smacked him on the head. “Oww—HEY!” He looked down. A rusty USB drive lay at his feet. Labelled, in fading ink: [Yamada’s Original Embezzlement Records. 1998]

So, basically, he was done here, he had no other meaningful business here. Vroom!! Aledos started the car as he smoothly drove out of the compound. As his friend drove, Kalen finally did something that he has been contemplating for the last few days. He hacked into the old woman’s account and sent her 30,000 Commonwealth credits. She would never agree to it if he told her directly, probably argue with him that he needed more. He indicated his identity, as his face bloomed into a broad smile when he thought of the expression, she’ll have on her face when she sees it.

“Last Spring. He didn’t care what he had done, either! No matter how many times I have tried to arrange a meeting with him, he blatantly ignores me!” Woah, okay I know the Volkov family is part of the Russian Mafia but I didn’t know they dealt in the slave trade. “Does Creed know about this? Is he aware that his cousin is selling off supernatural creatures?” She looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “You’re aware of Creed’s position in their pack, right? He’s the goshdarn Alpha, nothing happens without his say-so!” she exclaims, then lowers her voice and moves closer to me. “Sorry about that, just talking about it gets my back up.”

Adam Hart, once a successful and wealthy businessman, succumbed to financial ruin due to poor choices and deceit. Desperate, Adam immersed himself in gambling, associating with the underworld, leading to a drastic change in behavior. Adam's gambling addiction spiraled into massive debts. To cover them, he cunningly pawned the Rossie mansion's certificate, sparking rumors and confirming the betrayal to Lady Rossie.

"And that USB drive! It didn't just crash the company computers. It shredded every confidential file and client record we had! "Now the investors are pulling out and threatening to sue me for commercial fraud! Are you trying to destroy me?!" I held the phone a little farther from my ear and looked out at the unfamiliar city beyond the window. The foreign streets carried an exotic air. My voice remained calm. "Destroy you? Amanda, this is just basic courtesy returned. You wanted to sell the work my mother left behind to pay off your little boyfriend's debts. You planned to squeeze every last bit of value out of me.

It was a twisted copy of me, accused of lying, stealing, cheating. The headline churned my stomach. "The Woman Who Swindled a Billionaire: Exclusive Proof of Audrey Willows' White-Collar Offenses!” “No–” "It's a smear campaign. The files are fake, but they're designed to appear real. Isabella and Kendall are masters of this." I held the pages between my palms, my breathing too fast. "People will hear it. They always do when everything is terrible." Lucas crept closer, his fingers tracing over my face.

Since coming here, he did not let go of her hand. “We both earned more than twenty million dollars in the few days we spent outside,” Adrian said. “Twenty million?” Iva’s eyebrows raised together. “You expect me to believe that?” “I’ve been keeping notes…” Adrian tossed his mobile. Iva checked the details and frowned. “You became a collection agent at Draknor Finance? Who helped you? Wait, I think I already know. It must be Sariyu Shamus! That woman has guts! To think she’d do this behind my back…”

They were predators, every one of them. Then came the test. He locked the door to an office—my office—and dropped a runic ledger onto the desk. "Audit this. Find the leak in the Darkwater Freight Dominion accounts. If you’re as sharp as your bloodline suggests, you’ll find it before sunset." I sat. I worked. My fingers danced over the runes. Within an hour, I’d found the discrepancy—a massive embezzlement scheme filtered through a shell charity: The Silver Crescent Foundation. The very place that had ‘disposed’ of my parents’ estate.

"It was such a meticulously planned car accident. Unfortunately… it didn't go the way you wanted." "What nonsense are you spouting?" Rowan snapped back to his senses, forcing himself to remain calm. "Of course, it's a good thing you're alive. But don't you dare think you can slander and frame me here!" "Slander?" Adrian sneered. "The truck driver who drove the wrong way, the person who took your money to do the job, and those rather unusual, large-sum transactions from your account… Do I need to invite them in to confront you face-to-face, Rowan?"