Money Heist Book Novels & Stories

Each step he took towards me felt like pressure on my lungs. “I know your partner ran away with the money" he said quietly “but that doesn't change anything” He stopped in front me. “You stole from me. And no one takes what is mine and walks away”. “So,” he continued, “if you do not have the money.. then you become the payment.” “If you do not have my money, then I will have your freedom.” Cold spread through my veins. He stretched his hand to his guard and he was handed a folder, and he placed it on the table.

They had never even met. And then the name rang through Abigail's mind. Adam Woodtriche. It couldn't be the Adam Woodtriche, if her mother had said the name to her, Abigail would have written it off as a weird coincidence. But looking at the man in suit in front of her, and the two others outside her shop door, and taking in the three sleek black cars outside her shop, there was no mistake. The Adam Woodtriche, one of the richest men in the country, thought she was his daughter.

Nathan said. "What's in that deposit box? Why do they want to get it?" "I'm not sure, but I just heard. It gold bars still come from India. It's not just one piece, it's much it's worth fifty billion dollars worth of gold! Huge money, " He couldn't believe what she heard. Huge amount of gold. I just wondered why he wanted me to get Grandpa the real owner of it. "But why does he think I'm the key? And why does the fox take that from Grandpa when it's not his? " I asked in astonishment.

I watched the group that came in, Detective Jones was also in the group then there were few politicians that I usually saw on TV and a guy who distributed his books through our bookstore. I continued capturing pictures then I crawled back to the bookstore without being noticed through the secret passage way. I returned the books to their original state and rushed back to my office, I sat down and scrolled through the pictures that I captured then realized that the bookstore was really a money laundering scheme. This time I understood why Abigail reacted how she reacted when I asked her about the previous manager of the bookstore.

B—but,'' One of his men, stutters. ''But what?'' Elia takes a few steps towards him, closing their distance and I see fear appearing in his eyes, fear of Elia. The way Elia stands, show how he's very pissed but he tries everything he can, to hold back. ''You want to know what the fuck just happened?'' He gulps. ''Our money has been stolen. Fifteen million dollars. Do you want to know how it was stolen? Do you want to fucking know or do I have to remind you, that you could've done something?'' He clenches his jaw again.

Security personnel stationed around the apartment have been hacked by enemies, no wonder no one has come in and given Bella a hand. 'ah, how could Lord vilante be such a disappointment? 'floryin thought. Mr. Vilante's chapter was directly selected by Mr. Vilante, so it seemed highly unlikely that the man could not distinguish his own vasses from others. "You're right, Flo. I could buy this building right now, but wouldn't that make a lot of sense?" "How can a waitress buy an apartment in cash!" Bella says. "Please, I'm tired. Let's just get some rest, let's talk about this move. Let it continue the next day." Bella continues, she deliberately avoided the conversation because she had not yet

He inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of burning tobacco. Money had been pouring in ever since Isabelle’s dating heist. Five hundred billion dollars stolen from the Iranians–a sum so vast it could buy governments, topple empires and bend nations. To any other man it would have been cause for unrestrained celebration. But Vittorio was not any other man. He knew every coin stolen carried a shadow. Already the Iranians were howling, their fury echoing across borders.

Henry said casually. "This is our third encounter, right?" Sven asked. "Thank you for saving my life twice before. I feel so ashamed," Sven responded. "It's fate. Here, take this." Henry pulled out a book and tossed it over. He had plenty of resources because he was the Master of Golden Liberty and had previously been given opportunities. "What's this?" Sven was perplexed, but he was stunned when he saw the title on the cover. "The treasure of the assassin world—the Art of Assassination! Wait! There's also the Ghosty Steps?

Rajesh answered again. "How do we investigate that person?" Praveen asked again. "I'm not interested in him. He's already dead! I'm only interested in investigating the transfer of money in this savings book. Who transferred the money?" "How?" Praveen asked curiously. "I know how!" Rajesh replied smiling brightly.

The assistant said, growing impatient. Howard turned pale, he's never been humiliated like this before, "No, I can afford it, now give it to us before you get scammed by this pretentious man." He's somehow confident that he can buy it but afterwards, he can't be since he only has exactly two million in his bank account, most of those are even kickbacks from Glorious Hotel's accounts. His statement made Henessy sighed in relief and boastful, she looked at Marcus who's looking at them in confusion.