Heist Books Fiction Novels & Stories

"The bags. I still feel the straps cutting into my shoulders sometimes." Robbin nodded, her gaze drifting to the window. In the reflection of the glass, she didn't see the CEO. She saw the eighteen-year-old girl covered in soot and someone else’s blood. The memory hit her with the force of a physical blow. The smell of gunpowder and burning rubber. The heist was supposed to be a simple "smash and grab" at the cassino which they later found out was a private secure-hold facility—the kind of place where people kept things they didn't want the government to find.

He looked at the place where he was in and he sighed as sweats were starting to form on his forehead while he was still tightly gripping the book in his chest He knew very well that he shouldn't claim the book and shouldn't steal it from the duke but because he was curious and intrigued by it and unconscious – and because of his nervous from the footsteps he has heard, then he had no choice but to pick the book and hide it from now on. Yet, he also couldn't hide the reality that the duke was a perfectionist and one thing missing - even a book or a small object - he'll know what it was and he's nervous as of the moment with sweats now dripping down his forehead

"Madam is looking for me? All right." The man put his books in the pile and turned to Heath. "Please tell Harriet I'll be coming. I want to return these books and hide the rest in Grandpa's study first. You two can go first," he said and lifted the pile of books with both hands. Heath neither answered nor nodded, just looking back at Liam, who gave a faint smile and walked away. He also saw Liam keeping his little notebook in his jacket pocket and smoothing out his hair a little after balancing the stack of books with one hand.

Did they really think no one would find it? "You've embezzled quite a lot of the pack's money. It's no wonder you're a very wealthy man. Some would write it off as generational wealth but this," I lifted the book, "tells me otherwise." I could practically see the sweat rolling down the side of his head and the sound of his erratic heart beat. He was starting to panic and give off subtle traces of fear yet, he still had the audacity to try to deny his crimes. "I know not what you-"

"Money in the accounts I have set up in your name. Houses, shares, cars, and jewelry that are all listed in your name." Abigail leafed through the folder, her mind swimming with everything she read. She had seven houses in her name, though even she wouldn't call them houses. There were at least five cars listed by each property. And more jewelry than she could count. There weren't even pictures, with how many jewels there were. They were simply listed out, pages upon pages of them. And where they were kept. Abigail closed the folder. Unable to process exactly what she had just read. Adam handed her the other one.

As Sherly sifted through the stack of documents on her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration. Two days had passed since the ball, yet the memory of the mysterious figure who had glared at George lingered in her mind like a haunting specter. She couldn't help but think of that man since she felt that he wasn't simple at all. He is part of the Vile Mafia; she knows it. However, for some reason, according to the information she had, she was part of the Rui Lin Mafia before.

My men yelled at me and we instantly retreated, while still pointing a gun at him and his men, we ran to our car and drove off at a high speed. "Khloe, you are a mad woman," Diego said as he tried to catch his breath. I bursted into laughter at the way he struggled to breathe. "And you are a woman, why were you so scared, Diego?" I said to him as I unwrapped my arm. "Because Uncle said we shouldn't go after the diamond, remember it's theirs - we stole from them twice!" Diego said, referring to my father. My father, the former head of the Italian Mafia group, had handed me the title of Queen of the Mafias. Of course, he wouldn't like me going after the diamonds, but they belonged to my late m

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.

She moved toward the bed and sat down, then slowly lay back to rest for a moment. But when her head touched the pillow, she felt something hard beneath it. She sat up and pulled the pillow away. A pink-covered book stared back at her. "What’s this?" she muttered, picking it up. "Her diary?" She hesitated. She didn’t want to invade Natalia’s privacy, so she decided to put it on the table instead...but as she moved, the book slipped from her hand and fell open on the floor. Alondra bent down to pick it up, and as she did, her eyes caught the first line on the open page.

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k