Best Heist Books Fiction Novels & Stories

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

But the proctor, the teachers, and even my classmates all swore they saw me handing my paper in early. My memories and reality split apart, like a mirror cracking down the middle. I refused to accept it. I filed appeal after appeal. Each time, nothing changed. Soon, my teachers' eyes were full of pity, and the police spoke to me with quiet helplessness. They began hinting that maybe the pressure had gotten to me and maybe I was imagining things. It wasn't until after I died that I finally learned the truth. It was her. It was Sierra and her Grade Heist System that had stolen everything.

And now, more than ever, I was determined to find out what it was. Even if it destroyed me. Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Stolen Heiress: Blood Secrets! 💖 Your support, comments, and votes mean the world to me and keep me motivated to write more. This story is just beginning to unravel, and I promise you there are so many more shocking discoveries, intense twists, and heart-pounding moments waiting ahead. If you're enjoying Celine and Lucien's journey, please show your support by voting, commenting, and sharing the story. It really helps the book reach more readers!

The cross had disappeared at a museum three years ago and I was half certain it was one of the things I saw in the vault when I stole the book of records. It didn’t matter whether or not the Bratva got it back. Stealing from them was suicidal. In fact, that could be the reason why Fergus stole it—for the thrill that came with doing something risky and getting away with it. But not anymore. Now that I had the sheet of paper that clearly stated the heist that happened at the museum and what was stolen, all I needed was a way to let the new head of the Bratva know. So, before Curtis returned, I logged into my darkside account—the black market channel I got my assassination jobs from—and looked

My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night-dark sea. ¨DAnne McCaffrey,?Dragonsong Oh God, this is bad. This is so bad. I've committed a crime, and now I'm on the run with a jewel thief. The thought kept racing through Piper's mind in an endless loop. Somehow this man had convinced her to help him steal the Cheapside hoard. All of it. How the hell had he done that? He just looked into my eyes, and I went all gooey.