Money Heist Novels & Stories

“Shut up. The money is already in. Let’s just escape from here and enjoy the money.” With that, the other two followed him without a word. -- Sender: ######### Good job! Now abort the mission! -- Sender ######### sent you a $100,000,000. —

He could take it and find a place Jackalyn and the others could not find him and live happily ever after. Upon seeing the way his eyes shifted, she knew what he was thinking of. "Are you thinking about all the money you've stolen?" He looked at the sly smile on her face and instantly had a bad feeling. Wendy walked to Victoria's side while she was using the phone. "Victoria, I've entered the banking application. His money will soon be transferred to your account. "There's over ten billion dollars. 13.37 billion to be exact. "Can you give me some in light of my hard work? Not a lot, just, just 100 million? Is that too much? How about 50 million?"

I whispered to myself still peeping. After observing for a while I slipped back to my room completely shocked by the discovery. “Not only has he tightened his security, he put cameras everywhere and now he's the only one who can open the vault door with his fingerprint!!!” I exclaimed as I pulled out my tool box. I stared at the box and the sweet tingling sensation of joy rose in my heart. I miss being silent Mira and that box is the closest to what I can describe as love. That box has been on hundreds of heists with me and we've pulled it all successfully until the last that sent me to jail and also brought me back here.

Anya asked, glancing at her watch in a hurry. - Give the account number - Heitor took his cell phone - I can't withdraw all this amount in cash. It's practically impossible. - Okay - agreed Breno - And don't try to be funny and call the Police, because they will be even more fucked up. Hector made the transfer and they left, the same way they arrived, like blackmailing ghosts, profiteers and scoundrels. - Would they be the literal sense of the word disqualified? – Hector asked, not looking in my direction.

“Financial records, investment plans—anything that could weaken us and give them an edge.” “And I never noticed,” I muttered, anger simmering beneath my skin. “He was smart about it,” Hector admitted. “Used encrypted channels, wiped traces of communication. But we found a transaction in his offshore account. Montiel paid him handsomely.” I clenched my fists. “How much?” “Over two million,” Hector said. My teeth ground together. He had sold out the company I built—for two million. “And what about De Luca and Montiel?” I asked, my voice dangerously calm.

I don't know why the police haven't caught him yet, tsk! "My money is missing from the bank?" "WHAT?" I couldn't stop breathing what I heard. "How much?" His lips moved before he answered me. “Seven-hundred million...” "WHATTT?! That much?” The amount of money he was missing overwhelmed me. Can start a business. I heard him sigh before he answered me. While he's still holding one of my hands now. "Not sure if it's Rago. Because… There is a name that has been detected... I don't know. Hackers.” I was shocked and then I held my head.

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.

“And now you want to do it with me, do you trust me?” “Anyone who works with my Dad is trustworthy. I know.” He said, “We are talking a $50million heist. Diamonds heist!” “How old are you?” “Our spots are full but available just for you. Want to join?” “Who are you?” “Imagine $1.2million at age 16! How much is it in Rands? R17.6M?” he laughed I grabbed him against the wall, “I said who are you? Where you sent by those Russians?”

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.

"What if him knowing we took the money makes everything worse?" "Then we deal with it." Alessandro's hand found hers. "But we're not giving it back." They drove in silence for a while, adrenaline fading, reality settling in. They'd actually done it. Robbed Russo's villa, recovered the money. But at what cost? At the safehouse, they spread the cash across the living room floor. Stack after stack, more than any of them had expected. Carlo counted, fingers flying. "Four point three million. Mostly euros."