Heist Books Fiction Novels & Stories

Inside were a few faded clothes and a rusted tin box. I picked up the tin box and opened it. There wasn't anything valuable inside it. All it contained were a rusted whistle, some marbles, and a stack of crumpled diary pages filled with uneven handwriting. These diary pages were the only remnants of my childhood after I was kidnapped and sold to a rural village. The human traffickers were long dead. As for my so-called adoptive parents… After closing the box, I stepped into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I now had Jennifer's face and her former body.

Prevented Sandra. Aletta felt awkward because usually Sandra was always angry and emotional. If she was a little close to Fajar's body, Aletta realized she was nothing compared to Sandra, maybe even for people who didn't know her history. Aletta was considered a mistress or a woman who snatched someone's husband. But at that time, the only ones who knew were Fajar, Sandra, Aletta, and Uncle Yosef as the key witnesses.

They were partners in crime, planning heists and pulling off daring robberies across the city. The infamous robbery that sealed their fate was at the city's most prestigious jewelry store. Laura and Tony orchestrated an elaborate plan to steal a collection of priceless diamonds. This diamond was not just any gem; it was rumored to be a priceless heirloom with significant monetary value. With Laura's cunning and Tony's muscle, they successfully executed the heist, making headlines and drawing the attention of law enforcement. But somehow, the diamonds disappeared. No one knew who took it. I knew there was one person greedy enough to steal diamonds that wasn't hers. Laura. Without concrete pro

“Oh, it’s just books.” I’m not listening to her, though. My blood is thundering in excitement. “These are—How did these—” I can’t even form a coherent sentence, just staring at the hardcover books. They are a fictional detective series from a foreign author who doesn’t sell his novels outside his country. I’ve only managed to read his books online, from no legitimate sources. I never dreamed I could ever own actual copies of his work, including his new releases. “Are you crying?!” Jazz looks horrified.

He was going to keep her panic attack at bay for quite some time as he got out of there to solve the other problem that was Constantius. They were a variety of cursed books, which were stolen from a mystic treasure vault, at that time, when everyone was distracted by a spell, then, he broke into them, stole the twelve books of magic. That was another deal, according to the demon, who started talking about the fact that they wanted the books, but they were not going to get their claws dirty.

“Oh, it's just booking.” I’m not listening to her, though. My blood is thundering in excitement. “These are—How did these—” I can’t even form a coherent sentence, just staring at the hardcover books. They are a fictional detective series by a foreign author who doesn’t sell his novels outside his country. I’ve only managed to read his books online, from no legitimate sources. I never dreamed I could ever own actual copies of his work, including his new releases. “Are you crying?!” Jazz looks horrified.

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

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.

Benedick knew the young woman Catherine Ashton and her family, "the great famous and number one Billionaire of Asia they often rival Don Henry in the business world because of its excellence. The Ashton Families are unlikely to be known around the world. "Are you serious? You made an excuse for me to your husband! Why don't you just tell him the truth, you're a Mafia and a killer! For such fear and her fixture. "She said. "Excuse me! I don't kill innocent people. Only people who die are obstacles to souls." When she corrected it. "But Inverness.. is your husband cool, huh? Can I borrow him for one night?" Catherine said jokingly to him. But its laughter stopped. When the bullet hit it, it ca

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]