Novel Bank Novels & Stories

She looked to Dimi and nodded. “We have,” Dimi gladly jumped in. “We have another offer on the table we are entertaining and funnily enough, in the limo on the ride over, a brand-new offer from a company we hadn’t heard from yet came in. It seems a certain banker mentioned our app at a luncheon today and it was all the buzz.” “Is this so? It cannot compare to our offer.” He appeared nonchalant as he leaned away from the server and met Magda’s eyes coldly.

she said in excitement showing her phone screen to surprised Mia. "Chase bank?" "That's a very unique bank, everyone dream to work there." Mia informed her while nodding. "Yes, the exterior of the building is very large and tall and the interior kept me speechless." she describes the structure of the bank skeptically as she sit on the armchair curling her legs up. "I can't wait, Mia." she adds in smiling happily. "You're so lucky dear, I'm happy for you." Mia pauses and stare at Amber with a mischievous grin, Amber wonders clueless.

Alec looked out of the shower at me. “Well, we do all of our banking over the phone and fax. There is an app so you can scan or take a picture of any check to deposit. I mean, I doubt dad has set a foot in a bank in decades. It wouldn’t be like we could follow him but his phone would have all the numbers to where he is calling. We could find out what bank he is using. What buildings he is calling. Everything.” “We would have to sneak into his territory for that.” Alec said like he was actually thinking about it.

And pinned to the door was a note, written in a child’s messy hand: "THE BANK IS OPEN. BUT WE’RE ONLY TRADING IN STORIES."

As Mia answered it, the city of Lagos didn't change, but the shadows of the skyscrapers began to stretch upward, turning into the ribs of a giant, obsidian cage. "Hello?" Mia whispered. "Rule Number Fifteen, Mia," the voice on the other end said—a voice that sounded like three people speaking at once. "The Bank never closes. It just waits for the next generation to sign." Outside the car window, the beggar woman vanished into a cloud of grey mist, leaving behind a single, bone-white business card on the pavement.

With my head ducked low, I apologized again, very seriously. "I was wrong for lying to you. I actually had plenty of chances to tell you the truth, but I didn't. That just makes things worse. "I'd never really had any friends growing up; it was rare to meet someone I clicked with this much. I was terrified of losing you as my only friend and meal buddy, so I just kept making the same mistake over and over." Being able to see the bank balance floating over people's heads was my secret. I'd never told anyone.

and opened the second message. It was from the bank he had created a new account with. It contained his account number, his advisors contact, the bank's 🏦 email, and his current balance. He copied the account number and pinned it to his toolbar. He put his phone down again and laid back on the bed.

The IRS caught on and now the owners of the bank are standing trial for consumer fraud as we speak right now. That is crazy, I can’t believe that a bank would be fraudulent with consumer's money. Well, believe sweetie. Now, enough talk about that, can I take you out on a proper first date? Alright, I tell him, let me hurry and change. You still didn’t tell me if I needed to change into any particular outfit? I would prefer you naked, but why don’t you put on something nice since we will be taking my plane.

Zurich, Switzerland. Bahnhofstrasse. The Von Stroheim Private Bank. 9:00 AM. The bank didn't look like a bank. It looked like a neoclassic museum. No tellers, no ATMs. Only marble floors and silence. This was where warlords, dictators, and the Syndicate kept their "Rainy Day" funds.

The bank in Germany is unlike any of the ones I've been to before. I've got my own fortune amassed over years of taking dangerous jobs and good investments. But this bank is for royalty. I never considered Rissa to be that until now, and it suits her. There is something regal about the way she moves, and I want her to be on my arm.