Assassination Note Novels & Stories

Instead he raised the note in his hand. “Suicide note.”

Miss Carter if you don't mind, I'd like to continue listening to my news about the gas station death, please. I sigh "I'm sorry. Thank you very much for your help I'll leave you to... wait did you say gas station?" I walk to her side and stare at what she's watching on her phone. "Yeah, this dude that got killed in a gas station hours from here..." She trails off as I block out what she was saying "The people who killed him left a note." "What?" That immediately grabs my attention "A note? what did the note say?" "That's the part I'm getting to" she smiles eerily as if she's anticipating the view of the gory way the guy from last night was butchered. According to the news on the radio.

Internal memos use the word assault, not kidnapping. I have provided admission records, physician's reports, and imaging that are incompatible with the official kidnapping narrative. This suggests a potential attempted assassination of Ms. Wilson, possibly due to internal corporate succession wars within Wilson Enterprises. Call me at this email or secure line for more information. I can verify. Sincerely, A Concerned Insider I attached the encrypted zip and hit "Send." The email disappeared into the secure server. I watched as the "Delivered" notice flashed on the screen. Perfect.

“Sophia Blanc.” Will went straight to the matter at hand. “I found a note that will clear your doubt about your maid’s involvement in this attempt on your life.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. “As soon as Lawrence called this morning I went over to her house to start with the investigation and…she’s dead. Slashed her wrists in her bathroom with this note beside her.” Sophia collected the bloody note with shaky hands. It read:

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

he said. I am not buying that. He is definitely the one Antonio sent to kill me. I won't fall for that. “What do you want?” I replied. He slipped a note from under. I picked and read… “Oops!”

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

Lying beside it was a small vial. Biting my lower lip, I picked up the note and unfolded it. Written on it in red ink were the words: 'This is the only poison that works on the tribrid alpha. To kill him, he has to be poisoned several times. Be careful, I just might kill him before you do. From your fellow assassin.' Fury seized me and I clenched my fist. This was my fight. Why would another person take down my enemy before I could? In that moment, I heard movements by the door. Quickly, I grabbed my knife from under my pillow and rushed towards the door.

"What do you mean, ‘whoever or whatever’?" Damon gestured to the brown envelope. "See for yourself. This wasn’t just an assassination—it was a massacre." Anna's father hesitated before opening the envelope. His eyes widened in horror as he pulled out the photographs. Images of dismembered bodies filled the pages, with Mario Manzoni lying dead among them. "This..." he stammered, "this is carnage." Anna and her sister leaned in to catch a glimpse of the pictures, their expressions shifting from curiosity to horror.