Good Heist Books Novels & Stories

"Besides, this conversation requires privacy. Get in the car." "Where are we going?" "Does it matter?" He raises an eyebrow. "You came to me for help, Novalyn. Either you trust me or you don't." I don't trust him. Not even a little bit. Getting into a car with Sebastian Oberon and driving off to an unknown location probably ranks pretty high on the list of spectacularly bad decisions I could make today. But I need him. I need someone who knows how to dig up secrets, who isn't afraid to cross lines, who won't run straight to Rowan the second things get complicated. Someone who might actually help me figure out what's going on with Jane.

My heart kicked against my ribs as instinct screamed at me to hide, but my body refused to move. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Lewis has told me so many times. He had warned me of his rivals but never imagined they would follow me here. I stood up slowly, shoving my books into my bag with trembling hands. I tried to move calmly, to not draw attention, but my panic betrayed me. The figure followed. I weaved between shelves, cutting toward the exit, but every time I looked back, he was closer. Not running. Just walking.

Emma hummed and hid the letter but grabbed the box. "Y-your mother left it," Emma spoke, her voice cautious as she saw the expression on Kevin's face change to one of seriousness. He looked at the diamond necklace, its luxuriousness so evident that it seemed to be worth a fortune. As if in a trance, he slowly reached out a hand and brushed his fingers against the diamonds. "So?" Kevin asked, bewilderment written on his face. "Have you seen me wearing these Emmeline? Keep it, it's for you," he replied casually.

He says. "You didn't steal it though. So, where is my money?" I ask him. "You will get the money when you hand over the loot. Not before." He says. "Well, you see, that does not work for me. If I hand it over to you you will not give me my money. You will most likely just have me killed and be done with it. Then you can keep the money from having it stolen and from turning it back in. I like my odds better if I hold onto it." I tell him quietly.

I remembered aunt said and sighed loudly. I took the books I needed and shut my locker, I could feel their eyes on me, I walked over to them and they all looked away from me. "Hey, good morning," I said with a bright smile. "Sup, how are you feeling?" Chad asked coming to my front. "Fine thanks," I think I should tell them about Lilith, she might try to take them away from me "the best thing happened to me yesterday." I whispered-yell faking a grin and enthusiasm.

“There’s a mole in the FBI, feeding information to Lorenzo and the syndicate. He has strings of crimes to answer for. Money Laundering and Financial Crimes, Drug Trafficking/Illegal Arms Dealing, Murder for Hire/Assassination Plots, Corruption and Bribery, Trafficking, Smuggling. A covert operation turned bloody and the FBI lost lots of good men.” “Touching,” her face softened for just a fraction of a second before hardening again. “But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you sharing this with me?” “Because I saw everything that happened at the fight club tonight.” “You were there?” She cleared her throat. “Watching,” he confirmed. “And I wasn’t the only one. There was someone el

"Alessia?" Dominic Salvi was the Moretti family's lead attorney, though my father still called him our adviser. In old mafia movies, men like him were called consiglieri. In modern Manhattan, Dominic had three law firms, two merger teams, and a business card that could make a judge arrive ten minutes early. "Uncle Dominic, I need a few things handled." "Who was dumb enough to irritate you?" "Someone stole my membership card, tried to take over my clients, and seems to think my office building is free housing."

He felt safe and secure when he was reading, studying, and holed up in a small place where he could study and think. He is used to this, not a tracking-down-criminal kind of guy. He sat in the dark, listening to his. Ka- shhh, ka- shhh, ka-. Every moment or two he considered standing up and walking out of the room. Everyone wants from him to leave it to the pro from unit 9. But there was something about the crime that offended him. Why will they be after books that are kept out of the world for hundreds of years ago, even thousand? It seemed that it is not even the outsiders that are after it, but people who knew how and when to come for these books. The officers will definitely be working i

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

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