Books About A Heist Novels & Stories

He could never train them such horrible actions … ever. “Professional thieves, I guess,” Lewis replied. “They would pull off some heists in rich mansions … or estates. I recall one that happened a few years ago in Andorhal’s Keep. We’ve lost a fortune because of those filthy thieves.” Tristan shifted his glance back to Bow. “Have you caught them?” “We got two of them … but we were too late,” Lewis sighed, “They’re like rats, Tristan. And it’s almost impossible catching one in huge cities.”

Henry said casually. "This is our third encounter, right?" Sven asked. "Thank you for saving my life twice before. I feel so ashamed," Sven responded. "It's fate. Here, take this." Henry pulled out a book and tossed it over. He had plenty of resources because he was the Master of Golden Liberty and had previously been given opportunities. "What's this?" Sven was perplexed, but he was stunned when he saw the title on the cover. "The treasure of the assassin world—the Art of Assassination! Wait! There's also the Ghosty Steps?

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"Oh...look I don't think that's a good idea either. It's going a bit too far don't you think?" "I knew you would say this." He groaned. "I knew you wouldn't understand." "I understand perfectly, Xavier, but this is different from our normal stealing plots." I pointed out. "I mean you don't understand the urgency. You don't steal to live, you steal because you're a bored heiress who needs some excitement. You're not a real thief." "How dare you!" I exclaimed. "I'm much better at it than you are!" "Which is why I need you baby. I can't pull this off without you. And hey when we pull this off, I won't ever have to steal again."

"Cillian, stop stalling. If you don't sign, we'll get lawyers involved and sue you for illegally occupying the Harrison family assets." Nathan joined in. "Yeah, give back what you stole from Arthur." Arthur didn't say anything. He just watched me with those eyes so much like Claire's, barely hiding his smugness. I took a deep breath. "Fine." I picked up the pen and signed my name.

"The bags. I still feel the straps cutting into my shoulders sometimes." Robbin nodded, her gaze drifting to the window. In the reflection of the glass, she didn't see the CEO. She saw the eighteen-year-old girl covered in soot and someone else’s blood. The memory hit her with the force of a physical blow. The smell of gunpowder and burning rubber. The heist was supposed to be a simple "smash and grab" at the cassino which they later found out was a private secure-hold facility—the kind of place where people kept things they didn't want the government to find.

I ask him in a teasing voice. “Funny joke Luna, I am going to change,” he replies me and he heads to his closet probably to get a change of clothes or bed. While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country.

VINCENT MOREAU With them, our first big play was a heist. It was not the kind New York was used to, and the target was a man who laundered money for half the city’s elite. His security was top-notch with every kind of security that could be thought of—from biometrics to secure firewalls and armed guards. We were hard pressed to find a weakness to prod, but I figured it out anyway. His arrogance and the number of skeletons he had hidden in his cupboard.

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

She was overwhelmed by the culture of a powerful firm. Dominic did not argue emotionally. He played three recordings. In the first, Clara said, "People like her, hiding behind family background, should have been cleared out a long time ago." In the second, she demanded that I hand over the client list and membership card. Her tone was not confused or frightened. It was hungry. In the third, she spoke to the gossip account before her live stream. "The headline needs to be brutal. Say mafia heiress retaliates against whistleblower. Once the traffic goes up, she will be scared."