Good Heist Books Novels & Stories

He walked towards them and than looked at Giselle and than Hyun. "I heard you came to meet me." "I needed something." "And I could not find it anywhere. Did you steal my book?" The man rubbed his chin while Giselle blinked and blinked. "I did not steal it. I only took it..." Hyun paused for a second. "Without your permission." Giselle pressed her lips together. "That's called stealing." Now the man paid attention towards Giselle. She called Hyun a thief and she was still alive. Wait a minute, he is on a date and his love book is missing so could it be...

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

"We find the architect. We assess. This is not greed. This is a signature. A calling card." The trace took Leo and a handpicked team of his best grey-hats two months. It led not to a person, but to a legend. A myth in the underworld of high-finance cybercrime: "The Librarian." No real name, no face. A entity known for only pulling heists that were, in their own warped way, statements. They had once robbed a blood diamond conglomerate and donated the sum to a historical preservation society. They had hacked an oil company and used the funds to plant a forest. They were a phantom with a perverse moral code.

I answered the questions easily and did my math by answering the problems first and then making the equation match the answers. When I finished, the sun was going down. I drank from my water bottle and contemplated sleeping up here and returning to my room early in the morning. Isabella wouldn’t care and probably wouldn’t notice my absence. I had just downloaded a book I wanted to read by Kevin Mitnick. It was called Ghost in the Wires and was about his hacking and being on the FBI’s most wanted list. I kicked back again and got comfortable. I read for three hours and it was the chill that made me pack my things to head back to the room. I needed my beauty sleep and if Isabella’s crew was st

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

I had the suppliers, the shipping manifests, the shell companies that laundered the blood money that flowed through the Moreno veins. It was everything Julian St. Clair had asked for. It was the weapon that would bring the Moreno empire crashing down around Vincenzo’s ears. So why did the victory taste like ash? My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but I couldn't bring myself to initiate the upload. Something was wrong. The data was too accessible. It was too clean, too organized—a perfect, curated dossier of his crimes presented on a silver platter. I looked at the file directories again, squinting through the haze of my own exhaustion.

Chapter 90 Vivian’s POV The heavy leather book in my hands felt cool and smooth. It was the hidden ledger I had stolen from Lady Veronica’s desk. Inside its pages were the secret names, dates, and locations of the illegal silver smuggling operation. Now, I was going to use those exact names to finish the game. I sat in the quiet library of the royal quarters, staring out the wide window at the dark capital city. The moon was a sharp silver crescent in the sky. It was the perfect night for a trap.

“I’m not stopping you.” I waited. One second. Two. Still, I didn’t move. Sebastian leaned closer, not invading my space, just close enough that his voice dropped, private and dangerous. “You’re not a woman who does things by accident,” he murmured. “Not the dress. Not the rings. Not this.” My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. “This is nothing,” I said. “A conversation.” “Conversations can change lives,” he replied. “Especially the honest ones.”

He was trying to protect me. “Your great-grandfather issued an order that the books had to be destroyed. We found out too late that a beast spy had them removed, but by then it was too late to do much about it. We tried to get them back once or twice but the loss of life wasn’t worth it.” He shrugged and poured himself a goblet of the thick red liquid that was available in every room. “Your great-grandfather made a lot of mistakes and your grandfather followed in his footsteps. I had hoped I could convince him to change, but you know what happened.” He sat down across from me.

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!