Money Heist Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Cole said and he started to spell the numbers again for Dean. "Why? Who's the owner?" Cole asked curiously and he put it on loudspeaker. "Allan Santos, the person that you gave us is a drug lord in Miami. He and Tanner apprently have business together." "And.. the money?" "It goes to a man by the name Tiago and it's a bank in Swiss. You have to go to Swiss the day after tomorrow to get that money back." "That easy?" Cole asked completely surprised. "They just arrested Tiago in Germany and they were suspicious about the sudden 50 million dollars in his account.. so you will get that money back."

“I’m sorry you have to go through this. Rio, the stupid guy who brought a fifty to save you, was never there. They have to believe it was a gang rivalry and you’re just caught in the line of fire. You went there to give the ransom money they asked for Maya. Nico took care of the money in your account.” In everything he said, that last line caught my attention. “M-money?” “Don’t argue.” “H-how much?” “Two hundred.” “Thousand?” he replied with a nod. My head spun as I breathed a sigh of disbelief. “Please tell me this is all for a show.”

"We made a few mistakes during the heist. We didn’t get all the money, and Capheus was injured." "Does the Don know?" Marvin asked from the backseat. "Of course he knows," Macholo snapped. "But he’s giving us a chance to make it right." Silence fell over the car as they approached their meeting spot; an old warehouse on the borders of town. They parked in the shadows, turning off their headlights. Macholo and his team carried the duffel bags of money toward the warehouse, knocking three times on the door, as agreed.

Amounts that shouldn’t be missing. I didn’t move. I didn’t react— at least not outwardly. But inside, something cold and hard had settled in my chest. Then I saw the total, finalized at the bottom of the screen. $170,000,000. Gone. Not in one move. Not even in a coordinated sequence. Just scattered in fragments, hidden in plain sight. Someone had stolen from me. Repeatedly. And whoever had done this, was a very smart thief. The operations were slow, deliberate and carefully planned.

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.