Money Heist Novels & Stories

Hector took a deep breath, clenching his teeth. "But … that's all I know. I don't know anything else. I don't even know who wired the 300 thousand to me. The money is all in my account. After the job, they promised to send me off with another 300 thousand! I've told you everything. Take the money. I don't want it anymore. Please, don't kill me," he begged. Maisie raised her brow slightly and looked at Igor. "Take note of all of this. Find out who sent the money and trace the IP address."

VINCENT MOREAU With them, our first big play was a heist. It was not the kind New York was used to, and the target was a man who laundered money for half the city’s elite. His security was top-notch with every kind of security that could be thought of—from biometrics to secure firewalls and armed guards. We were hard pressed to find a weakness to prod, but I figured it out anyway. His arrogance and the number of skeletons he had hidden in his cupboard.

Hunter stole a glimpse at the men and asked, “Who are you people? What do you want? If you want money, no problem. The Stoermer family is not short of money. Just tell us the amount, and we will offer you right away.” The man fell into silence for a while and said, “One trillion dollars. If you could take it out, I will release everyone here immediately!” “A trillion dollars, why don’t you commit a robbery instead?” Hunter retorted angrily. “We are robbing right now, did you just find out?” The man laughed. As he spoke, many people next to him roared with laughter. Another helicopter flew over at the moment. The man who spoke previously said, “The chief is here.”

"What do you mean, empty?" ​"Zero," Luis said, turning the screen to show him. "Insufficient funds. The transfer from Zurich_Holdings was rejected." ​Hector stared at the screen. The vein in his neck bulged. ​He looked back at me. The shiv was still in his hand, but the intent had changed. It wasn't a contract killing anymore. Now, it was confusion. ​"Where's the money?" Hector growled, stepping closer. ​"Gone," I said. "I dissolved it. My father is broke, Hector. He can't pay you. He can't pay your lawyers. He can't pay your commissary."

"Mr. Reid, our brother has already died. The little money you gave is definitely not enough. You have to compensate for my brother's life." If Lena were here, she would definitely recognize this sound. It is one of the kidnappers who were going to abduct her today. Hayden sneered, "Is five million enough? Aren't you about to go through security check soon? Don't worry, the money has already been transferred to an overseas account, so don't come back again." The man stopped talking. Five million, enough to buy a life, let alone they were gangsters, lives were already worthless.

The first file made me laugh coldly—Vito Rossi, the man who constantly talked about family honor, was actually a thief lining his own pockets. Under the pretense of expanding Warehouse Three, he withdrew eight million euros from the family's public account in four separate transfers. Through complex money laundering channels, all that money ended up in a secret Swiss account. And the account holder? Isabella's mother.

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every

So in my entire life I have never had anything close to ten thousand dollars. It must be some mistake, some glitch in the bank's system. It's probably going to be gone in the morning when the bank realizes its mistake. Yes, that's what it is. Except, in the morning it's still there. I check my bank statements, the money was sent from M.Holdings. Alessandro's surname is M. Is it from him? It can't be, how the hell would he have my bank details and why would he send me money? We don't even know each other.

A tiny voice filled the room, Harin's own voice, strained and broken: "It's Briana! She asked m...me to d...do it!" Harin hung his head, shame and fear washing over him. He remembered . "The money is still in my account," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. Brian took out a sleek, black bank card and tossed it onto the bed. "There's 50 million in there," he said, his voice flat, "together with the 5 million plus the money in your account, you have enough to relocate to another country and live well while you look for a job." "B...but why...?" Harin asked, his voice filled with confusion and disbelief.

“It’s the latest phone from minkapp store!” “Iyong latest? As-in ‘yong tig 90,000?” “Legit? Baka naman fake lang ‘yan!” “Si Adaline Roa ang nagbigay kaya paanong magiging fake?” “Kung sabagay, afford nga niyang bumili ng bag na worth 1 million, ‘yan pa kaya?” “Ang swerte ni Brooklyn!” “Tss... Mayabang talaga ang Adaline Roa na ‘yan kahit kailan!”