Novel & Cerita Heist Books Fiction

Just enough room existed for me to fly straight up and back down to get to my special items. I had a big stack of books I kept right next to my bed. Gera usually found them on the side of the road, sometimes left outside the door of the library, not properly tucked into the slots. Some of them were so old and battered the words were barely visible, but I kept them anyway. Beggars can't be choosers, as the humans say. I liked to think that one day I would bring back the books that were still nice enough for the library, and buy some of my own. I didn't want to be a thief even if Gera was technically responsible for the thefts.

“Show me.” He hands over his phone. The headline burns into my eyes: DE LA FONTE HEIRESS ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD De La Fonte Heiress, who we thought dead, is accused of Financial Fraud, after coming back to take over her position last two weeks. I stare. Not even a month in that office, and already this? She's already the target of headlines like this? I exhale sharply, dragging my hand down my face. “Next,” I growled

"Mikaela, what are you holding? Is that a lottery ticket? Let me see," Vincent asked, grabbing my hand hard. His eyes flashed with pure greed. When he couldn't pry my fingers open, he kicked my leg. Pain shot up my body, and my hand slipped open. He sneered. "I knew you were hiding a lottery ticket!" He lowered his head, then froze. There was nothing in my palm. "Where's the lottery ticket? Where did you hide it?" Vincent looked stunned. He sized me up like I was some criminal.

He scoffed and pushed forward, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass cup. I swallowed hard, my feet suddenly moving backward. "S-stay back," I stammered, my nerves working overtime tonight. "The first rule of stealing, Little Red…” He paused, twirling the glass of alcohol in his hand. ”…is making sure the owner isn’t around.” "I said stay back, or I'll shoot!" I yelled this time. I didn't know shit about guns, neither have I used one before. But if worst comes to worst, I wasn't afraid to use it.

THE HEIST QUEEN BOOK 1 Intro; For seven years, Nadia Laurent has been the world’s most elusive thief. Known only as The Heist Queen, she has stolen priceless artifacts, infiltrated the most secure estates in Europe, and vanished without a trace. To the world, she’s a criminal mastermind. In reality, every heist is part of a much larger mission to uncover the truth behind her father’s murder. She’s closer than ever to the answers when she crosses paths with Roman Vance, the relentless investigator who has spent years hunting her.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “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 Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

“Contains information on the deep finances of almost every Mafia family in the city. Whatever your boyfriend was doing for Bonetti, he also had his fingers deep into the other families’ pockets too. He must have some sort of…specialized hacking knowledge. He was amassing a great deal of information, and keeping it on paper so no one else could get their hands on it.” I sigh, nodding as I hang my head. “Steven is something of a…savant with computers. Even though he did end up being absolute shit at trading crypto, when it came to navigating the web, even the dark web? Yeah. He could get you anything you wanted.” “He was planning big shit, Iris,” Christian says, the seriousness of his tone mak

As soon as I stepped into the market, men started swarming me. “Pretty lady, I’ve got best offer for you—” “You want cash right now? I got you—” I ignored most of them. This place was full of scammers and thieves. I had to be careful. I couldn’t afford to lose the only thing of value I had left. I walked into a small, quieter shop tucked into a corner. A glass display case showed off rare coins, antique jewelry, and vintage Rolexes. It felt more legit—at least compared to the chaos outside.

"You should learn to accept it." "I know you hate me, but think of all the employees—" I ended the call. Losers don't get to lecture me. Another year passed. "Miss Vivian, someone has requested a meeting," my assistant informed me. "Who?" "Felix Blackwood." I glanced at my watch. "The cafe downstairs at 3 p.m. Give him ten minutes." At three o'clock sharp, I arrived at the cafe. Felix was already waiting at a corner table. He was much thinner, dressed in a plain shirt and jeans, with no trace of the wealthy heir he once was.