Heist Novels & Stories

How dare he? I knew Mr De Luca had always been a selfish bastard. After all, he practically sold Caterina to Alessandro just so he could pay his debt. What I did not expect was that he would conspire with Alessandro to kidnap his own daughter just so he could have access to her penthouse and her money.

“His word means nothing if enough of the pack stands against him.” Elias’s eyes widened in surprise and fear. “You speak of rebellion?” She laughed coldly. “Call it justice. The Hollow deserves a Luna worthy of its strength. Not a half-breed girl who can’t even defend herself.” “Still, challenging Caelan openly—” Elias stammered, shaking his head. “It’s suicide.” “Not openly,” Helena corrected, her voice calm, calculating. “We must be subtle, Elias. There are many ways to remove a threat without directly challenging Caelan.”

he whispered, his voice low and urgent near my ear. I reached into the hidden pocket of my dress and pressed the tiny black drive into his waiting palm. His fingers brushed against mine. He noticed my trembling hands and the pale clamminess of my skin, but he assumed it was the adrenaline of the heist. He had absolutely no idea what I had seen on that monitor. "Walk fast," he commanded, steering me aggressively toward the glass elevators. We joined a small group of panicked billionaires crowding into the lift. The doors slid shut just as a blaring, high-pitched siren erupted from the underground theater. The vault breach was discovered. The thick glass cut off

He complained in a hushed and angry voice. “You’ll get the rest of the information is good.” I promised him. “Aristocracy…” he grumbled as he put the bills in his pocket. “Ait.. there’s two blokes who like to frequent this pub abouts a few nights a munth. Last week er two, they’s been plannin’ a heist of a country estate and mentioned Nyx and all. One of the buggers is even sposed to be ‘ere tonight ta sell a few items they’d gone and nicked.”

He had spent so long having the suit altered and had never noticed there was a chip inside. As for the supervisor, he was so frightened that his face turned white as a sheet. At the same time, he kept wiping away the sweat from his brow. However, Theodore still refused to back down. "This is fake! This cheap loser is trying to steal my tuxedo. He must've planted the chip here beforehand. Otherwise, how could the boutique staff have altered it so many times without noticing? "He shows up once, and suddenly there's a chip? Something's clearly going on here!"

And then, when he was most vulnerable, when he thought he had won—that was when I would show him exactly what it meant to try and steal something from a man like me. The hunt was no longer a game. It was an extraction. And I was going to be the only one to make it out alive.

Then “Send the location. The call ended. No extra words. Because both men understood something simple This wasn’t just business. A few hours later The jet was ready. Kael didn’t travel light. He never did. The moment he stepped onto the plane Everything shifted. From city noise To silence. Controlled. Private. His assistant handed him a tablet. “All details are here,” he said. Kael took it. Scrolled. The location Wasn’t in Paris. Far from it. An estate. Large. Hidden. Powerful. A place that didn’t just belong to anyone. He studied it carefully. Because something about this Felt intentional. Not just a meeting. A move. Hours later The plane landed. The air was different. Calmer. Quieter. A co

She’d pressed a stolen loaf of bread into my trembling hands when hunger had nearly killed me. Since then, she had become my ride-or-die, the only thing close to family I had left in this unforgiving world. We learned young that no one hands anything to orphans. Mercy was a fairy tale, and safety a luxury we couldn’t afford. So we decided to carve out our own path, taking what the world refused to give. I glanced down at her now, her arms locked tight around my waist as we sped through the darkened streets. I could still picture our very first heist together. I was eight, and she was ten, already bold as brass.

We sprinted into the dark, the prize in hand, but the trap snapping shut behind us. The heist was successful. Now came the impossible part: getting out alive.

I answered honestly. "Remember Frick?" I nodded. "His hitman was in prison, but he's out now. They've been trying to hide it. Monte, that's his name. They want to use him to attempt stealing my fucking cocaine." He spat out, his voice laced with anger. "They must have been on some cheap drugs to think that it was going to work. But that's what Frick does, it's what he's good at. That fucking thief." "Why would he want to steal from you?" I asked.