Swindle Novels & Stories

His clients ran off due to the lack of profit and negative public opinion. To repay his debts, he sold his fancy car and mansion. In the end, he moved to work from the office of a rundown factory on the outskirts of the city. Daniel then renovated the 15th and 16th floors before renting the floors out to one of the top 500 companies in the world. According to Mia, Vivienne was arrested on the day of the move. The authorities discovered that she had been embezzling funds while they were going through the accounts. Apparently, she had abused her power to falsify purchase prices and had stolen quite a large sum.

Or worse. *****

—Heck, even if she was bald, she would still be slaying it. Although, the thought of her being bald never crossed Shawn's mind. “But we had a deal,” He whined, throwing his head back like a kid. “It's getting late, I want to go now!” He added throwing his arms furiously. Staying with her family's path, Sabrina had met a few men in the business world that acts exactly like this. Men known as “Professionals” who Groans, complains, and whines when others fail to give them what they wanted.

A pack member shouldn’t be scared of his leader; he should respect them I walk over to the corner where all the wolves were hanging out. “ I heard that the vampire crown prince killed a werewolf once, “ I heard a wolf whisper. Ethan’s head turned at his title. It was true vampires could hear a mile away. He headed over to us. His movement was tense. “ Excuse me, “ he said reaching for one of the beers. “ Isn’t it like impossible for vampires to get drunk, “ Joline said very tipsily.

I caught him before he could make any such move. “Something is missing,” I mumbled under my breath, my eyes were trailing up and down to find the missing thing. A sinister smile appeared on my lips when I found it and the pure terror came across his sweaty, bloody, all messed up face as he realized my intentions. “Slit a cut over his abdomen, I want his entrails to slowly come out so I could draw them,”

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

it spoke. The old woman looked down with her sagging eyes and gave out a wicked smile that made the air around them seem colder than it was before. She held her crooked fingers and laid them on the glowing crystal as her eyeballs start to judder and turn to black, like swirling voids of darkness nestling in her face. A scene was shown before her and only she was able to see it. It was so fascinating for her that it made her smile grew wider, filled with malice. "I see we have another magician in the Pavilion, Olivia."

“ Don’t clap your hands uselessly . They can’t hear you cause they are already knocked out . “ said Antonio with a smirk . When hearing this mr Wixin understood from the look in Antonio’s eyes that his people weren’t around anymore . “ Wait ! Wait a sec……What do you think you are doing ? I am the boss of the Wixin company . “ said mr Wixin . “ You , mr Wixin , reached two bottom lines of mine which the people who know me well , never dare to cross . “ said Antonio clenching his fists . Hearing the noises of his fists cracking with one another , made mr Wixin gulp in a nervous way . “ Look…..we can talk ! How much has Damian paid you ?…..I can pay you double……….no , triple . Triple !!! “ said

His plump body trembled as he yelled, "Y-You're a swindler! An imposter!" Hearing this, Hilda lifted her chin arrogantly and countered, "Even if I'm a swindler, what can you do? Do you want to make a scene at this reunion banquet? Do you want to humiliate yourself in front of the elders of the Adams Family? Or do you want every single guest that came today to know that your second daughter is a swindler?"