Assassination Note Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

That morning, the shocking news reverberated across all media platforms, sending waves of disbelief around the world. Television programs, newspapers, and online outlets all carried the same headline: "Assassination at the President's Office: President Etas fatally shot by trusted aide". The uniformity of the reports, which all followed the same chronology, was striking, with not a single source challenging the narrative of President Etas' untimely demise. In stark contrast to this grim news, a more personal story was unfolding in an old but grand home. Here, Rafe and Aline were seen in a tender embrace, their affection evident in front of Rafe's parents. The atmosphere was one of familial w

He read the note under the candlelight. [Meet me at Clarion Palace at the stroke of midnight for your cure.] His eyes widened, and the note turned into dust in his hands. "How dare she show up?" It seemed the queen had figured out his identity. She had the audacity to send him a note in Tyrian Palace. Steven was confused. Who was this person? Did the king know the assassin personally? - The next evening, secret guards surrounded the abandoned palace, Clarion Palace, with more stationed inside, waiting for the assassin to show up.

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.

Her eyes bulged out in fright at the sight of the gun. " Shush, " Snipper said gesturing with his finger to his lips and lead the old woman back to her apartment. He tied up the woman before going to the window to set up his equipment. The agency has a policy on not drawing attention to their existence and so every assassin must make sure that the body count is kept to a minimum and will not be traced back to the agency. He set up his Barret. 50 Cal and with the bullet loaded and ready. He took a peep through the long-range scope and waited with a silent breath, a steady hand, and focused intensity.

My knife was in my hand before I even stood. “Yeah?” I called out. No answer. I moved to the door, pressed my ear to it. Another knock. Slightly louder this time. I flung the door open. No one there. Just the hallway. Empty. Silent. I stepped out, looked both ways. Nothing. Then I glanced down. A small note, folded neatly, weighted by a single bullet casing. I picked it up. The note was typed, not written. “If you’re reading this, you’ve already seen the files.

Alyssa quickly read it. Her eyes widened. The note contained only one sentence. I acted alone. That was all. Nothing else. No explanation. Just three simple words. The more Alyssa looked at it, the more suspicious it became. "That's impossible." Harrison nodded. "Very." Vanessa had spent weeks poisoning Alyssa. Someone willing to commit murder repeatedly would not suddenly grow a conscience and leave behind such a pathetic confession. The note wasn't meant to explain anything. It was meant to end the investigation.