Money Heist Novels & Stories

“Okay, Okay... so here’s the thing, I came here with some friends of mine and we gambled, initially I won but eventually I lost a lot, so I need some money to pay them off or they’ll get me killed.” Mahira took a deep breath , why did she have to meet him today of all the days, she knew he would not leave without money, but she also knew the amount would not be a small one. “How much?” “Not much sister, nothing that you cannot afford,” “Shut up and speak,” “$3,00,000,” he blurted out Mahira was speechless as her mind went blank “Why would you think I have that kind of money, and even if I do, why would I lend it to a looser like you, for all I care, I’d let them kill you?”

'Betrayal that's who you are, Lord Mika men gave you the damn briefcase man, we were there just you know watching you take the money, the only mistakes was trusting you to deliver the damn money. the second guy who stood at Milord's right hand finally spoke with irritations. 'We're saying the same thing Jose, I was countered after I had been given the money, I was blocked, probably I was blocked after you guys left.' 'Shut up, you shit .'The guy at the left screamed at him and hit him madly with the bottom of the gun with him and Wayne quivered hearing the scream from downstairs, he felt like opening the door but he knew whatsoever was going on downstairs was no child's play '.......this mon

Philip laughed coldly as if he had seen through everything. Robbie panicked. For a person who was already accustomed to a lavish and extravagant lifestyle, such hardships in prison would be absolutely unbearable—especially if such immoral acts were made known to the public. Robbie James would never be able to make a comeback! “I don’t have so much money.” With cold sweat dotting his forehead, he finally lowered his head. Philip simply shook his head gently and said, “Swiss bank account 0683 has a deposit of exactly one billion. I think Mr. James should know to whom this bank account belongs.”

Harmony Corporation crumbled soon after. The news spread like wildfire. [Breaking news! Harmony Corporation’s core strategy is allegedly plagiarized. The founder, Oscar, is asking for 3.7 billion dollars in compensation!] [The company’s stock has fallen drastically! The market price fell, and its market value basically evaporated in a single day!] [Insider news: The so-called investment goddess, Celine, is just a puppet controlled by Oscar!] The news outlets that used to ridicule me had switched up their narratives.

Avery’s POV On the screen, billions of dollars did not just transfer. They vanished. The numbers dropped to zero, row by row, like lights going out across a city street. The Swiss bank’s primary accounts were empty. The hidden cash that had funded hitmen, bought judges, and started corporate wars for twenty years was gone. "It's done," I whispered. My hand was still resting on the cool plastic button.

"Do you want to talk about the bottle or do you want to talk about your money?" I wanted to scream. Wanted to grab that bottle and smash it against the wall. But I just stood there. Fists clenched. Jaw tight. "Fine. Where is my money?" "I invested it." "What?" "Okay, first it was stolen. By Ernesto." "Stolen?" And who the hell is Ernesto?!

Zambia was going to be another Europe and another tourist destination for many people. ‘With the girl gone with almost Seven Trillion Kwacha out of circulation, we are blessed to be alive to witness the momentous occasion in the history of the country. The heist was a success and the cash flow constricted to alarming levels in the money markets. The downfall of our enemies is eminent.’ ‘What do you mean Charles; I guess your assumptions are too big for me. Slow down and be more elaborate. The Heist at the Bank and Chapter 23 are they linked?’ Ken asked feeling his head heating up.

I hate greedy people. “How short are we?” I ask pinching the bridge of my nose. Someone is going to have to pay for this, I hate disloyal people. “Twenty Million” he replied “the money was laundered in one of the warehouses in Italy” the money stolen was pocket change to me and I spend that in one day. The money wasn’t the problem it’s the dishonesty and having to go behind my back thinking they can outsmart me. “Find who is behind it and bring them to me. I’d love to see the face of the person who finally grew balls” I said dismissively. “I’ll handle them myself.”

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.

"What if she's not the only one? What if the Laurents pulled another body from that water, someone they needed alive, someone who knew something—" "Then we find them," I said. "We follow the money. We find the facility, the records, the person they paid to hide for twenty-two years." He turned. Look at me. The fear was gone, replaced by something harder, older, the look of a man who had spent two decades preparing for a war and was only now discovering the battlefield was larger than he knew. "Pier 17," he said. "Twelve hours. James thinks I want the alliance documents to clear the Voss name, to restore their legacy. He doesn't know about this. He doesn't know we found the payments."