Assassination Note Novelas e Histórias

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

“Initial scans show no tampering with the gates. They might’ve come from underground or been helped from inside.” “Infiltration,” Rhett murmured darkly. “Someone close to us.” Killan hesitated. “There’s one more thing.” Rhett turned to him sharply. “What?” “One of the prisoners… the youngest, the one you hit in the ribs—he had a note tucked into his boot. It didn’t burn with the others.” Killan handed over the small blood-stained paper. Rhett opened it. Four words stared back at him: This is only beginning. His hand tightened around the note, veins bulging at his wrist. He looked back at the corpses.

"On the other hand, Nathaniel was released from the detention center, but he received a note that told him to come out one hour later." "He couldn't figure out why, but he did as told since the handwriting on the note belonged to Mango." "The fact that Nathaniel could get out of the detention center showed how powerful he was. So, the officers would surely let him stay for another hour without asking why as long as Nathaniel gave them some money." "The media reporters waited outside for more than half an hour, but nothing happened. Instead, Ned drove away and there was news that Mango had been assassinated suddenly. So, they hurriedly rushed to the hospital with their cameras."

Carolina counteracted. "I thought as much but after I found a suicide note on her table with a bottle of a very poisonous liquid beside it, I assumed she jumped off the roof to end her life. Guess I was wrong" Connor uttered. "Roseanne left a suicide note?" Carolina thought aloud, her mind began to quaver as she began to think deeply about what Connor had told her but she refused to let herself believe the possibility of Roseanne committing suicide. "That's impossible, how are you sure that someone had not forged that note? I'm sure it can't be Roseanne. She was killed by someone in the mansion" Carolina stood her ground.

I ask, looking at the frown on his face. He lets out a slow breath before standing up. “Don Meyo has been assassinated,” he says, making me gasp. “What? When?” “He was found dead in his house, his throat cut off.” I take a seat beside him. “Where were his guards?” He shrugs. “Nobody knows — they only left him for a second and the next thing we knew he was gone,” he answers. I lean on the couch, “do you think these are the Morettis?”

The note trembles slightly between my fingers as I place it onto the table in my father’s office. Nobody speaks immediately. The room feels too still. Too heavy. Azriel stands beside the fireplace with his arms folded while my father rereads the address for the second time. Carter leans against the bookshelf nearby, expression hardening with every passing second. Callum sits closest to me. Quiet. Too quiet. I explain everything carefully. The penthouse. Anya’s confession. The way she slipped the note into my hand without the officers noticing.

He looked grim as he confessed, “Annabel may have been murdered. Her whereabouts are still unknown as of now.” “What?” Charmine’s head buzzed, and her expression faltered. Why did this happen at this time?! She looked at Anthony and said, “Did you manage to find out anything? Or is your search showing up blank as of now?” “Yeah,” said Anthony. “The assassin is highly skilled, and he didn’t leave any evidence behind. All of the cameras in the hospital were destroyed.” Charmine frowned and said, “I’ll ask Kay to investigate this, then.”

Caleb rose, intending to step outside for some air, when something caught his eye—a leather folder partially hidden beneath a stack of papers on the sideboard. Curiosity got the better of him. Glancing around to ensure he was alone, Caleb pulled the folder free. The first page froze him in place: a detailed document outlining the logistics of an assassination attempt from years ago. The target was a political figure he recognized, someone who had gone missing under mysterious circumstances.

Alex made another run through the report she just typed inside her room, Monday the following week, reading carefully. Over the weekend, Alex kept herself in her room, doing two reports over the incident that she was involved in. One for the CIA, where all the details had been mentioned clearly and the one for the FBI, where some information were omitted, like the appearance of Saood. She only mentioned the description of the man involved as well as the two guards and the stadium guard that she was able to shoot before her gun was taken from her.