Assassination Note Novels & Stories

Selina forces her mind to switch to creating a new plan while her hand is actively walking through the pocket underneath her waist in search of something. A small black-colored note, with "Poison" engraved on it, was taken. She took it back then; in a moment, she stags a trap in Lia Chen’s room. "My initial plan to push all the blame concerning the deaths of two administrators has crumbled. Hopefully, the content of this note could make up for that failure and deliver a little assistance to continue my assassinations." Selina scrupulously flips through each page one by one, making sure nothing is evading her eyes. She was repeatedly flipping other pages until a description of a traditional p

“Hello, yeah, I’m still outside. I’ll be back soon. “ the mans calm voice was getting farther and farther away, until it disappeared completely. Ten minutes later, the door was pushed open. A person walked in. It was the expressionless Anne. She saw the assassin lying in a pool of blood on the ground. She was not surprised that the man was dead. He could shoot, but nothing else. It was a normal for him to die like that. Anne stared at the corpse for a few seconds and began to check the place. An hour later, she found no traces of evidence. It was too clean. Anne sighed. She took out her phone and looked at the phone number she had dialled just moment ago. It was Rodulf ...

What will I do? " What? You mean this man is your Dad?" I asked, turning to look at him. And back at the PC, there was a short note under it. ' A top ASSASSIN.' My rival

The room went quiet. Arranged. Not killed in a struggle, not dropped where they fell. Arranged. That detail landed in my memory and connected to something I had not thought about in years — a specific case, nearly a decade ago, a political assassination in a neighboring territory that had never been officially solved. I had seen the scene reports. Three guards, throats cut, bodies positioned. Guild work. Assassin's guild, specifically — one of the old groups that operated across territory lines and left arrangements as a signature. A message that said: we were here, we did this, and you couldn't stop us.

Meanwhile, in the VIP booth, Ryan spoke to Dereon, “Wait until Anna finishes playing, then send her a bouquet and give her this note. But don’t go yourself; she’ll recognize you.” Before bringing Annabelle to his side, Ryan didn’t want her to know his true identity. Annabelle was too innocent. If she learned he was the one who had tried to assassinate Kendrick, without knowing the reason, she would hate him. During the assassination attempt on the cliff, Dereon had exposed himself, so he couldn’t be the one to deliver the flowers. Dereon took the note, noticing it was unfolded, so he glanced at it. It was a handwritten message from the young master.

"Don't die yet. We haven't captured your leader, eh?" The mysterious guards left a note to the captain. It was written that the target of this group was Sydnee Mondragon. The captain's expression changed and he kicked the assassin. "You tried to assassinate the First Princess?! Are you done with your life?!" He kicked the assassin again and again. The assassin's face was dark while he was cowering on the ground. He was not the only one who tried to assassinate the First Princess. Why was he the only one who received the beating?

Well, whit if I found somehing like this, I don’t think I’d be staying silent, father. I glance back at the corner of the room where the thing was. A note accompanied the . . . hand which flew right on my feet when I threw it, close enough to get without moving too close to the freaking body part. I can’t believe something like this passed through security. “Will you marry me?” I read the note written in blood aloud. Sometthing bubbled within me. It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy.

And I was standing in front of a car beside a man and a woman who looked like they could be my parents. My throat tightened. There were a few old bullets there as well. And a journal. I opened it and froze when I saw my handwriting. "Killian is too close. He suspects nothing, though. Assassination must be clean. No traces. Vincent will provide backup if I fail. Timeline: Friday, 13th. Contact J. Navarro to confirm mission completion.. If I fail, activate code name: Ivory." I gulped. I stared down at my own handwriting, my mind reeling because I knew it was written by someone else. A version of me I didn't remember.

As the security footage started playing, the woman who gave him the drink was seen in the parking lot. After that, the assassins were already on their way to their room. Once they went inside, there was no footage for a couple of minutes. "We should've installed cameras in here," James muttered in dismay. They watched closely as they saw Keisha running out of their room with her hands tied together.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.