Money Heist Novels & Stories

"My help? What kind of help Mehek?" "Money, I need a lot of help, please can you help me, please." "What is going on Mehek and why do you need money?" "I can't explain to you. I am in big mess and only you can help me. I will come back some other time to explain everything, I promise." "Okay, how much do you need?" "Can you give me twenty five million cores, I will repay you back, please." The old treasure thought for a while. "Wait for me." He said and left Mehek and returned soon with a bag which he gave to her. "That's the money I have been saving, King Padas pays me extra of my income so-"

he added, gesturing to some other clients sitting beside them. Aren’t these same ones that said that their files got missed and blah? I heard some of these clients’ names from Rani. Then the answer is thrown at me with a huge heavy truck. Ms.Sheela is the one that stole those files. This was all nothing but an act for her, and I am sure that Mr.Stone will never force her to wed him. I think if he had a chance, he would marry his company instead of a girl. However, that is not important now Pari so stop thinking that. I scolded myself.

I've just booked a restaurant for my seventh wedding anniversary with my wife, Melanie Rowland, when several lines of text suddenly appear across my vision. "Would you like to take part in a loyalty test? "We'll randomly give your wife a system. If she tells you about it, you win, and the two of you will receive one million dollars." After seven years of marriage, I have no doubt Melanie loves me. As far as I'm concerned, that million dollars is already in the bag. Still, I'm curious enough to ask one question. "What if we lose?" "If you lose, it proves your marriage has failed. In return, you'll receive a mystery prize big enough to let you start your life over. "The price of partici

I rented a room outside and focused on studying. Halfway down the street, Vincent video-called me. When I answered, his smug face filled the screen. He whispered, "Mikaela, you're reborn too, right? How does it feel? It's too bad, though. Even in this life, you still can't beat me. You'll just watch as I take that 100 million dollars. "And don't even think about calling the cops. It won't work. We're family. So, your money is our money. The cops won't do anything.

“There’s a mole in the FBI, feeding information to Lorenzo and the syndicate. He has strings of crimes to answer for. Money Laundering and Financial Crimes, Drug Trafficking/Illegal Arms Dealing, Murder for Hire/Assassination Plots, Corruption and Bribery, Trafficking, Smuggling. A covert operation turned bloody and the FBI lost lots of good men.” “Touching,” her face softened for just a fraction of a second before hardening again. “But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you sharing this with me?” “Because I saw everything that happened at the fight club tonight.” “You were there?” She cleared her throat. “Watching,” he confirmed. “And I wasn’t the only one. There was someone el

He froze. “Mr Lamberto,” I called with a dangerous low voice. “Where is my money, you scumbag?” “I swear, Drecos… I don't have it.” he stammered I stepped into his space and threw my fist at his jaw. Lamberto's head snapped to the side, blood gushing from his mouth. “You’re lying to my face?” I leaned in “Where did you run with my money? My twenty million dollars. I thought we were family, Lamberto.”

Lilian sighs a little and continued, "Mr jack Bright, is ready to take full responsibility of all the bills for the surgery and he wants to keep this profile secretive" The director removed his glasses from his face, he was surprised at the extent by which Mr jack was willing to help the young lady in question. "Do you know Mr jack personally?" The directors asked after many thoughts. Lilian looked straight at him and smiled. "Why did you ask sir?" Lilian asked and the director passed the file back to her. "I want to meet the man who is so kind hearted to have help a young lady, he doesn't know, or am I wrong?" The directors asked.

I wanted Elijah to see it. When I was done taking the video, I turned to Javier. "Do you think the guy is done now? I'm sure it mustn't be difficult to hack into her bank accounts." "He's done. All the money in her accounts should be in your account by now," Javier answered. I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket, and when I saw the bank notification, a smile spread on my face, and I almost squealed from joy. "I hope the boys and I will get a handsome payment for our job. We stayed here the whole day and morning with you, and I also organized an IT guy to help you get the two hundred and fifty million dollars in your account."

That year, when my foster father secretly reviewed the company accounts, he discovered that the man was highly suspected of embezzling company funds. Vicky had neither mentioned any of this to me, nor had she warned her father to stop.

while my mind refused every attempt to quiet itself. My life had been running on autopilot for weeks, maybe longer. I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually rested....the last time I'd felt like the woman I used to be, before all of this. Then it hit me, clean and complete: Daniel hadn't only taken my money, my marriage, my son. He'd taken my peace. My joy. Whatever version of me had existed before I learned exactly what he was. I hated him for that more than for anything else he'd done.