Swindle Novels & Stories

I pulled out my phone, clicked some sites, and began to read from it. "A waitress in her early thirties swindles money from hotel residents by using their naked pictures to blackmail them." Vanessa's eyes widen, and her firm resolve starts to crumble. “Stop please!” I continued, “Forgery, blackmail, and thieving!” “Seb-Seb, that's not–"

And ever since Julian found out just how terrible I was at it, he’d taken it upon himself to make sure I suffered even more. “Borrow some money from the bank first.” Julian chuckled. If there hadn’t been kids around, I would’ve threatened him right then. No sex for him tonight. Or maybe I seduced him into waiving my rent altogether. But Julian was unfazed. He deliberately held his palm out, waiting for me to hand over the bills. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment of my downfall. “Isla’s downfall era is here,” Thomas teased. I snatched the bills from Jecelin. “Thanks.”

“Which is why I want to have a good look into your personal matters especially if they have been affecting the income and well-being of the company.” I started calling names. “Mr. Jasper, explain to us how you were able to swindle seventy-five million dollars from the accounts of the new hotel constructions in Da-Haven Amante which is still under my supervision. You swindled the equipment for substandard ones and you think I wouldn’t notice considering there was a huge accident that got ten workers injured and two killed and you were able to get the news to cover it.” Mr. Jasper turned red. “That’s a lie. You’re trying to frame

I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

I tugged my strand behind my ear, “H—How many ranks are there?” She tilted her head to her left, “You are a smart girl, aren't you?” I knew I was and it was your notes of tone that basically told me, thank you. “…Yes, there are ranks. Three ranks in total for Red Catalogue; Silver, Golden and Platinum. And you are lucky to fall in the golden package category without work, your looks make you worth it already,” I wasn’t unaware that my looks could get me high jobs and finally here we were. The day had arrived. “I hope you won’t disappoint me at work,”

"...I'm working, Merri...you should get back to your own swindle..." Swindle? Cheating, stealing, blackmailing... the word could mean so many things but it still made me upset. It made me feel unworthy of being in his presence. Everything was tense, it had never been this way... it felt odd not speaking to Thomas about anything or whenever I wished to. "I see you got some new pair of shoes..." I smiled, sidling behind him as he walked away with a bucket of manure. I followed along eagerly. "...borrowed from Grover... suppose it's from all the pity..."

It was clear from the atmosphere that no one liked where this was going. "You're not going to sell me, are you?" Arya asked, shrinking into her chair. "Oh my! How can I do that? Sadly, that's illegal." Lillian let out a small chuckle at Arya's outburst. She was certainly in a good mood. "I'm simply offering a marriage contract to your daughter, Arya Pierce ."

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

“You stole from a child. You married your daughter to me under threat—threats to my business, threats to my finances—to cover your schemes. You manipulated everything behind my back. And you call that stability?” A faint smile curved Sinclair’s lips. “You think in absolutes. I think in outcomes. Control is not charity, Adrian. It’s survival.” Adrian’s chest tightened. All the pieces connected: Mr. Hart’s kidney donation to Arthur Wolfe, the promise of shares, Mr. Hart’s accident, the lost inheritance, Sinclair’s orchestration of the marriage, the forced union to hide his manipulations, the falsified trustees, the reallocated shares. “And Vanessa?” Adrian asked, voice low and lethal. “You use

"Let's just go back to the car," They had just sat down in the car when Ian's phone rang. He took it out to see that it was James, and answered it. "We have a problem." Ian was already furious, and those words left him scowling even harder. "What?!" "We have a problem," James repeated with perfect clarity. "I was swindled—I purchased a specific microchip with the capital you provided, but the seller went missing!" Ian thought he would suffer a heart attack right then, and stopped short of yelling at James, 'Are you an idiot?'