Money Heist Book Novels & Stories

I hurried over, but when I looked up, I saw something indescribable hidden in Gabert’s dark eyes. “You like him that much? He tells you to go to him, and you go?” There was danger in his tone. “It’s not—” I wanted to explain, but the words would not come out. Gabert waved his hand, and several bodyguards suddenly appeared, restraining Jenson. The next second, Gabert threw me over his shoulder. It hurt. His shoulder was so hard. [Gabert is a complete lunatic. The plot where he imprisons you has happened early. Heroine, good luck surviving!]

He was reading a book by the light of a small torch. He didn't look up as Alessandro and Caro entered, their boots echoing on the marble floor. "You're late, Alessandro," the man said, his voice thin and melodic. "But I suppose the traffic from Tuscany is dreadful this time of year." Alessandro leveled his pistol at the man’s head. "Who are you?" The man finally looked up. His eyes were ancient, filled with a terrifying, calm intelligence. "I’m the man who owned the money you deleted. And I’m here to decide if you’re worth more to me alive... or as a piece of history.

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

Instead of simply arranging them, I began pulling everything out, intending to reorganize by date and category. One book immediately caught my attention: a large, striking red volume with the word “Confidential” embossed on the cover in gold letters. My mind flashed back to the mysterious black book I had seen briefly before it disappeared. There was no way I was letting this one slip away. I quickly tucked the red book under my arm, dashed to my room, and hid it safely. I would examine every page later, when I had time. My phone rang again. It was Luciano. By now, the book was well hidden.

“Just… keeping options open. You talk about going legitimate, but some of us remember how real money is made. I was testing loyalty, that’s all.” Kai stepped forward. He didn’t say a word — just placed a knife on the table and stared at Carmine until the man broke. “Alright! Alright… someone approached me. Promised big money and protection if I helped undermine the new council. Said the Rossi name needed real strength again, not this half-measure bullshit you’re pushing.” “Who?” Leo demanded. Carmine swallowed hard. “I never got a name. Just payments wired through offshore accounts and instructions through burners. But they knew things… things only someone deep inside would know.”

And I couldn’t believe it; it was my book. It was the first book I ever published, “My Hero in the Dark.” A smile crept on my lips; he was reading my book, “Coffee?” “Burgundy,” he called, pulling me out of my daydream. I cleared my throat. “What?” “Do you want coffee?” “No…just my money.” Liam nodded, picked up the book, and continued reading like I wasn’t here asking for my money. Was he seriously going to pretend like he doesn’t owe me?

“Please. I’m not asking for much. Just the truth. You kept the books, you saw everything. You know what he’s been moving, where the money’s gone.” He glanced around the café, eyes sharp for a moment like he expected men in black suits to step out of the shadows any second. Then he leaned in. “I know too much. Too many years I closed my mouth. I thought it was safer that way. But the more you close your mouth around men like Valerio, the more they shove inside it until you choke.” That hit me harder than I expected. I stared at him, at the way his lips trembled even as he tried to hold his words steady. “Then tell me. Spit it out before you choke. What’s he hiding?”

“You want me to steal his book? It’s impossible. He keeps it locked in his desk at home. He never invites us to his house. He doesn’t believe in mixing with his employees outside of work. Even if someone tried to break in, it would be useless. I’ve seen the precautions he took because I paid the security companies who installed his burglar bars and alarms. From the details on the invoice, there are even burglar bars inside his ceiling to prevent robbers from coming through the roof. The place is like Fort Knox. Mr. Fernandez has one of the most sophisticated alarm systems in his world. It’s foolproof. He’s a stickler for security, which is why he lives in this quiet, godforsaken place and ru

I know he’s been communicating with Jay, but I’ve never heard him ask about me. For some reason, I’ve been banned from Aunt Ophelia's house until he returns so I’ve spent the past few days snooping around the penthouse. So far, I’ve noted all the CCTV camera positions and every possible black spot. I need to get nine hundred thousand dollars to the Gunam brothers in the next two days, and today is the day I steal that money. Last night, I finally had a stroke of luck when I discovered a safe hidden behind the bookshelves in Bhyron’s study. There must be some money in there, or jewellery that’s worth nine hundred thousand dollars, right? I hope so.

Autumn turned to Aidan and asked, "Money? Where did you get that much to pay a lot of girls?" "Henry's books." He said, Her eyes widen at the sound of this, "He hides his money in his, books, why didn't I think of that." "That's because a book is the last place you of all people would check." He calmly says, as they forget their position. "You little thief." She angrily said, "Hey, don't call me that." He rebuked her,