Swindle Novels & Stories

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

There must be a significant reason behind it. She found out the answer a few days later. In every household, the servants were the best source of information. With the help of Polly, her loyal maid, and her best friend as well, it didn't took long to get the complete details. Lord Roger was in a desperate financial straits. His fondness of drinking and gambling had led him to bankruptcy, even worse, it had drowned him to an unaffordable sum of debts. The Earl refused to pay his son's debt, and his impatient creditors were already pushing him to the edge. At critical time, her father came and offered him a bargain. Marry his illegitimate daughter and he would pay his debts, along with an inco

Trick Walking up the stairs to my apartment, I try to tell myself to keep this slow. Don't go in there like a fucking caveman and haul her to the bedroom. I should be nice and seduce her, I haven't done that yet. Who the hell am I kidding, I've never, not once in my life, seduced anyone, and I'm not even sure I'd be able to do it. For Hadley, though, I'd try. I know that without a shadow of a doubt. For her I would give anything a try.

He mumbled scratching the back of his head. Sven felt a pang of guilt both for lying to his good friend and for dragging some poor bum who was clearly down on his luck into this mess. But despite all of these thoughts floating through his head, there was one thought drowning out the others consisting of common sense. 'Perhaps it Tatianna sees how serious we are, and the damage we can do, she'll give up hopes of extorting me, and perhaps if I get her out of this pinch with Aurick she may even feel a little gratitude.' A sly grin spread over Sven. He looked like a con man who had just managed to swindle a kid out of his milk money. Not to mention Sven and pity w

“That’s not what I want. I’m with you on this.” Mr. Sullivan’s lips curved upwards as he envisioned how tonight was going to be. It was high time he ruined Samantha once and for all. That would give him the opportunity to become the best in the world of business. He had been stealing from the money she sends for the company’s projects and swiping some money for himself as well. Tonight, he would make her send more, and ruin her reputation as well. It was win-win for him.

It was a twisted copy of me, accused of lying, stealing, cheating. The headline churned my stomach. "The Woman Who Swindled a Billionaire: Exclusive Proof of Audrey Willows' White-Collar Offenses!” “No–” "It's a smear campaign. The files are fake, but they're designed to appear real. Isabella and Kendall are masters of this." I held the pages between my palms, my breathing too fast. "People will hear it. They always do when everything is terrible." Lucas crept closer, his fingers tracing over my face.

I wanted to seduce him at any moment. He moved scarcely but I held his arm, he ceased and gave me a querying look. I smiled and moved my finger from the bottom of his arm right to the off-shoulder. My actions made him stern. I smiled seductively.. “You are authentically sultry Mr Sinha..” I verbally expressed. He eyed me for a moment and then gave me a push “behave.. Please leave my room” he said in an angry yet calm tone. I doted his posture and his denial made me even more obstinate to get him and make him mine.

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.