Heist Books Fiction Novels & Stories

But the proctor, the teachers, and even my classmates all swore they saw me handing my paper in early. My memories and reality split apart, like a mirror cracking down the middle. I refused to accept it. I filed appeal after appeal. Each time, nothing changed. Soon, my teachers' eyes were full of pity, and the police spoke to me with quiet helplessness. They began hinting that maybe the pressure had gotten to me and maybe I was imagining things. It wasn't until after I died that I finally learned the truth. It was her. It was Sierra and her Grade Heist System that had stolen everything.

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

He insisted believing what Nathalie tells her. Fate is the mastermind of everything. It's impossible. Nathalie's words just poisoned his brain. He does not believe. "I found out she married another man whose name was Third. This rich man is not just rich he is even richer, " She said immediately. "That's not true! Catherine loves me. She won't trade me for someone else just for money!" Steven replied angrily to the girl. "She's already making you trade for someone else! Because she is an opportunist and looks like money! That's why she stole money, isn't it? "

This place looked almost untouched which was rare now a days. There was plenty of decent quality clothing but not much else worth taking. A jewellery box sat on a dressing table and I opened the lid smiling at the jewels inside. I contemplated for a moment, feeling vaguely like I was stealing before it sank in that the people who lived here, who actually owned these things were most likely dead. It was horrible to think, but it was the truth. I closed the lid and picked up the whole box before spotting a suitcase lying under the bed. I dumped all of my finds inside and carried the overflowing case through to the sitting room where the guys were all sitting eating food from their bags.

interesting. The rest of the meeting had been a blur of pleasantries and veiled inquiries about pack alliances. But I had caught the way Jenkins studied Roxy, the way his nostrils had flared subtly, taking in her scent. He knew something was off. Now, as we stand on the grand stairs, I scan the ballroom. Alpha Jerkins wanted me to invest in his pack project, as our pack was one of the wealthiest. But I did not come here for politics or networking. I came to find information, to search for any trace of Rhea among the Western Packs.

"Client information for every attendee. Financial access credentials. Cryptocurrency wallet keys. Investment portfolio details. Not billions we'd steal today-but information that will let us extract trillions over the coming years, slowly enough that no one realizes what's happening until it's far too late." The horror of it settled through our resonance- we'd prevented the obvious crime while the real theft had executed undetected. The Consilience had sacrificed Richard, had let us stop their dramatic heist, all while accomplishing their actual objective through methods we hadn't even known to look for. "And there's more," Richard continued, his voice growing stronger despite his injury. "W

He left my pregnant mother behind and chased fortune across the sea. He walked away without a stain on his name. My mother was left alone, carrying me while enduring the sting of every neighbor's whisper. In those days, being pregnant before marriage was treated like a disgrace. They branded her shameless, a woman of ill repute. Later, the heiress somehow found out that my father had already had a family, and that he had chosen her for money. Of course, she did not punish him. He was the man she loved, so my mother became the target instead.

"Clairebear, please help me. It's just seven hundred thousand. Can't you ask Simon to let it go? I don't want to go to jail. I really don't want to go to jail!" Watching him sob and beg, Claire, though furious at being deceived, still softened in the end. She looked at me and said, "Simon, Justin really knows he was wrong. I'll make him return the car to you, but about the seven hundred thousand… could you let it go for my sake?" I laughed in disbelief. I never imagined Claire could be so shameless. "For your sake? Who do you think you are? Claire, don't flatter yourself. If you truly feel sorry for Justin, then repay the money for him. Don't stand here pretending to be kind. You disgust me.

Tiziano cocked his eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the bleeding wounds on my body and the ill-fitting guard uniform. "Is that so? You're nothing but a prisoner headed for the auction block and the fighting pits. What makes you think you're in any position to negotiate with me, Ms. Capone?" I met his gaze calmly and replied, "I have the Capone famiglia's biggest secret. They're closing an arms deal with the Madrigal cartel—a market you've always been eyeing. I have their transport routes and their bottom-line price, but more importantly, I know exactly where the famiglia's illicit ledger is hidden."

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.