Money Heist Novels & Stories

The three men looked at each other silently, as if they didn’t need to speak to understand each other. “What we want,” the leader said softly, “is to get back what belongs to us.” Jessica pressed herself against the window, her eyes full of fear. “We haven’t taken anything!” “Twenty-seven million dollars,” the younger man said, his voice almost teasing. “Plus fifteen years of interest. Money stolen from the Martinez estate.” The third man, the big, strong one, stepped closer. His voice was deep and cold. “And there’s more—a sister who should have been under our protection.”

I arranged my men and had them scoop out every valuable that was left in the rubble. But that didn’t come without consequences. The government came hot on my heels. But I had converted the jewels to cash by then, a total of 3 billion dollars. And I need that fool Jovan to do only one thing—hide it for me. I upgraded my existing account I had with his bank and worked out a change of name: Matteo Rossi. Hell, how I wanted to say that name to his face that day at the hotel. But it would ruin it all.

one of the captors explained coolly. 'Morelio! Shit!' Roger felt a surge of anxiety, bordering on panic, especially as they led him into the opulent suite of the Irish man. Only then did he discover the true identity of the man he had borrowed money from. Morelio is a notorious Irish mob leader. This wasn't a mere financial transaction; he had unwittingly tangled himself in the dangerous web of organized crime. However, the pressing issue was the stark reality that his bank account had been completely drained of funds.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

She really was there, watching, her gaze shifting between us, silent but demanding answers. "What’s going on?" she muttered, and when no one responded, she demanded, "¡¿Dije qué está pasando?!" With a small smirk at me, Diego shouted back, "His money got stolen—a certain twenty thousand. You know anything about that?" Mum gasped. "Myles..." "Not now, Mum!" "But she has questions, Myles." Diego snickered, eyeing me. "Ready to drop the act so she can see? Explain how you got twenty thousand?"

Just 50000 Naira per month for a person like me who is a first class university graduate. I watched an Indian movie few days ago titled "Don", in the movie the main actor and some gang succeeded in stealing the Money printing plates of the nation from the bank. It was a brilliant movie, and then an idea struck my mind. I am tired of living this life, it's time to make it big. I work where the Money plates are being kept, so what's stopping me from stealing them. Oh yea, the guards, the cops, the CCTV cameras, so many things are stumble blocks.

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

“Chase what? The fake bullshit she set?” I finally looked away from my keyboard and monitor screen and swivelled my chair toward her, exhaustion etching itself deep inside my bones while my head continued to beat on a non stop rhythm making me want to hit something. “Proof that you’re laundering money.” Annabelle blinked. “That’s insane.” “Not insane,” I corrected. “Strategic.” I stood carefully hoping my headache would just stop and walked toward the main screen, pulling up a complex network diagram. Colored lines connected accounts across Switzerland, Latvia, Cyprus, and Singapore.

He thought he was a master manipulator, but he was just a drowning man flailing in the water, pulling everyone down with him. "I have to play along, Mr. Miller," I murmured, leaning back in my leather chair. "For now. But don't worry. It won't end well from here." I looked at the banking screen one last time. Eighteen million dollars gone. Handed over to a hacker to cover up a failed heist. It made my blood boil to see my hard-earned money thrown away on criminals, but I forced myself to close the tab. Let it go, Aria. It’s the price of the trap.

Hoseong said, 'Prepare for it'. TaeHwan smiled and said, 'Today, Leo is going to cry'. Hoseong smiled and Sang got a message. He informed them that Minho had completed the mission in Dubai and he was coming back. Hoseong nodded with honour. Leo transferred their trillions of dollars into the ship because they wanted to do money laundering at the Cape Town, But unfortunately, they had no idea that tigers were going to destroy their precious money. The ship was coming from the frontline.