Heist Books Fiction Novels & Stories

A cold blooded genius thief that got close to me with only one purpose: hack into my computer, acquire the safe password from his brother and orchestrate the perfect crime of over fifteen million dollars in diamonds stones and bars of gold. He convinced me to leave New York to distract me from the investigations of the employers of the Center Bank and I only figured out I was used as a puppet when the son of a bitch ran away, not without first humiliating me in a drunk night and almost breaking my neck to eliminate me as a witness. I close my eyes and I still see him laughing sarcastically at me, after a few shots of cheap Russian vodka. “You really thought we were going to leave New York to

Pedro leaned forward, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Three months ago. A massive heist, orchestrated with the Russians and the Colombians. A joint op to hit a private cargo plane out of Johannesburg. It was loaded with uncut diamonds—stones the size of your fist—and gold bars straight from the mines. The haul was worth north of five hundred million.” He paused, letting the number hang in the thick air between us, as I could almost see it: the glittering fortune, the sheer scale of the ambition. “It all went sideways because of him,” Pedro continued, his voice tightening with a fresh, raw anger.

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.

". There's a document, more like a book I want you to steal from Heedah's house. "Steal?," he gasps "why would you want to steal a book from Heedah's house?, Anna, is something wrong?". I clear my throat. "No, no everything is fine and it's not like steal steal, I'd just borrow it and return when I'm done, I just don't want her to know I did." "All right, send me the details of the book, I'll handle the rest." he assured me and I smiled, things were going as planned.

Once through the gate, my heart rate began to ease, and my breathing evened out. “Fuck,” I shuddered knowing I just pulled off the heist of the century. My feet slowed down as my eyes searched for Bram and Twenty-Nine. “Is it done?” I jumped at the sound of Twenty-Nine's creepy-as-shit voice. My hand covered my heart. I was so amped up that I didn’t even hear him. I turned to face the strange man with grey skin and found Bram next to him. I smiled, holding up the bag. My eyes trained on Bram, “It’s done.” Relief filled Bram’s eyes and a slow smile crept up his face.

“I can’t risk it. What if Dom finds out? He’ll kill me first or ship me off to a remote island before he hunts down this blackmailer.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she groaned. “It ain’t like there are no professional trackers outside of Cosa Nostra. You’ve got the money and I’ve got the freedom to get my ass on some research.” I straightened. “I think I know a guy who can help us. He’s the best hacker I’ve ever met.” “Who?” “His name is Colton Davis, and he’s not a part of our world, so he can help us.”

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.

“This book isn’t for you.” “But I like the story.” “‘Like’ isn’t part of your life curriculum,” she said coldly. “Ace, this is a weak book. One that tries to make justice sound like a matter of emotion. And the world doesn’t work that way.” “It’s just fiction, Mama. For fun.” “Fiction won’t make you anybody.” Her eyes went ice cold. “We don’t read books that justify rebellion against the law. Especially ones that humanize criminals.” “But it’s not—”

His chair by the side also seemed to have been ambushed by the same project. What was he working on? "So the bloody asshole have a personality, confided in the walls of his office," I whispered under my breath, searching around for anything that could help me find a secret passage way out of this estate. I plucked the first book out of the bookshelf. 'The Billionaire's Temptress'. A romance book I read a month back. I checked the next book. 'Stuck with Mr Billionaire' 'Rejected and Enslaved'. All romance books.

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."