Novel & Cerita Best Heist Books Fiction

ASTRID TALITHA'S POINT OF VIEW I headed to a bookstore near our campus to look for the new edition of the book about celestial works, since my class will start later today, about 10:00 AM, I still have much time to roam around here. I almost spent all of my savings buying a lot of books I may find, especially after seeing new books launched by some of my favorite authors. Whenever I have a fight with Kolten and Orion, they knew where to bring me. They used to spoil me with a lot of books and let me use them as my advantage to save my allowance. That's how they bribe me! But in a serious speaking, if Lia and Zette were being satisfied buying and collecting cosmetic products of their favorite

As they walked towards the busy street, Sire stated, “If only you are not the queen, the best place would be the brothel just around the corner but you can be exposed and it will be bad if that happens.” His words struck Emery that a cold shiver ran down her spine as she followed him behind. It was for this reason that her not-so-good memories in training under his care came weighing her down for the nth time. The brothel Sire was referring to was no brothel where women served but rather, males provided the service. She could still remember how she entered that brothel before and pretended to be a client in order to gather some necessary information since brothels were the places where even

“Contains information on the deep finances of almost every Mafia family in the city. Whatever your boyfriend was doing for Bonetti, he also had his fingers deep into the other families’ pockets too. He must have some sort of…specialized hacking knowledge. He was amassing a great deal of information, and keeping it on paper so no one else could get their hands on it.” I sigh, nodding as I hang my head. “Steven is something of a…savant with computers. Even though he did end up being absolute shit at trading crypto, when it came to navigating the web, even the dark web? Yeah. He could get you anything you wanted.” “He was planning big shit, Iris,” Christian says, the seriousness of his tone mak

I set the bag on the kitchen counter and stared at it longer than necessary. This was not about betrayal, I told myself. This was about control. Later, Chris arrived, distracted as always. He ate dinner without comment, checked his phone, and announced another late night of work. I nodded. When he disappeared into his study, I carried the bag upstairs and placed it in my cupboard, under the jewellery section. Hidden. Private. Mine. I sat on the edge of the mattress afterward, hands folded in my lap, breathing slowly. I felt exposed, not physically, but emotionally, as if I had crossed a line I could not uncross.

"Yesterday you said I was absent, abusing expenses, and using company resources for myself. If all those resources belonged to the company, then you should be fine without me." At last she understood. She had stolen my seat because she thought there was gold under the chair. She didn’t realize the gold had never been under the chair. It had been behind me. Julian rubbed his eyes like a man trying to wake from an expensive nightmare. "What do you want?"

Like all good thieves, he took each of them, putting them in his bag, leaving them on his back, when he got to the book in question, he leafed through it, they said they wanted the book, they said nothing of other objects he If he found it, it was supposed to be something at the end, he took the book and separated it from the other objects and put them in his bag. At the end of the roars and the fight, he cleaned that safe, that treasure room, like any good thief, he wouldn't leave anything, no one needed to know... The bag could shrink, as he squeezed it, he noticed it dwindled down to the size of a small ring bag, so he took out the book, held it in his hands, then hid the small ring bag a

Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, a united front against the darkness that threatened to engulf them all. And so, with their sights set on the horizon, the team pressed forward, driven by their shared purpose and the unyielding determination to make a difference in a world where shadows and secrets intertwined. As Alex delved into the stolen information, a chilling realization dawned upon them. The heist had been more than just a recovery mission—it had unearthed a far-reaching conspiracy that extended to the highest echelons of power. The stolen data contained evidence of corruption, manipulation, and a plot that could destabilize nations and plunge the world into chaos.

These items were not my objective, but they would make a pretty penny on the black market for those who collected such things. I stopped in my tracks as the door to the inner vault sat against the wall, its shiny black coat taunting me, daring me. I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. This was the break-in of the century. Word would spread of the thief whole stole the queen’s crown. The thief who managed to break an unbreakable code. Their security would be the laughingstock of the realm. I couldn’t fuck this up. Not for me, not for Lizzy, and not for my boy. For them, I had to succeed.

Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken me down. As if her cheating and lying weren't a sledgehammer enough. "So what do you plan to do?" I paused my rapid typing and thinned my eyes at the odd numbers on the screen of my monitor, heat rolling up my spine when the numbers failed to coincide. Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil.

"Mikaela, what are you holding? Is that a lottery ticket? Let me see," Vincent asked, grabbing my hand hard. His eyes flashed with pure greed. When he couldn't pry my fingers open, he kicked my leg. Pain shot up my body, and my hand slipped open. He sneered. "I knew you were hiding a lottery ticket!" He lowered his head, then froze. There was nothing in my palm. "Where's the lottery ticket? Where did you hide it?" Vincent looked stunned. He sized me up like I was some criminal.