Assassination Note Novels & Stories

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.

" I said to him, and he immediately obeyed. I admit that I did not hesitate to stare at him. Luna! My mate was so handsome. When he hesitantly began with the incisions, I couldn't help but smile. For the ruthless alpha people claimed he was, the grimace on his face did not do him justice. ''Or maybe he does not like working on dead bodies? Maybe he just kills and gets rid of them,'', my wolf interrupted, and I couldn't help but smile again. Yeah! Maybe he does not like working on corps. “Do you have all the pieces of information needed?"I asked, breaking the heavy silence. “Remember to note the colors of her fingers and if she has any bite on the body," “Each of them does not have nails, and

Scott took a piece of sticky note and smash it on the table, "this note telling about Hunderson being killed by Shadow's orders!" My forehead creased. "What?!" Boiling bloods run through my entire body. My chest ached for anger. "Who the fucking sent that note?!" "Anonymous, but I think knew who is this," Mr. Scott pick up the note and scanned it his eyes. "He changed his hand writing strokes, but it doesn't make his letter changed." I grab the sticky note and read the entire message.

"We got notes! And cash! In our lockers! We don’t know who, it was envelopes, just cash and a printed note!" I lowered the gun a fraction. "What did the note say?" "It said to find the new girl. The one with the dark hair. To give her a warning. To make it clear she shouldn’t get… ideas. About you. We were just supposed to scare her, but she fought back and it… it got out of hand." "A warning," I repeated. "From who?" "We don’t know! It was just money and instructions! Please!" I looked at her, then at her sobbing friend under the target, then at the third one, who was staring at the floor like she wished it would swallow her.

I knew that but I was already inside and looking at the books on the shelves when my eyes drifted to the desk. There was a file on it. Closed, with a cover sheet on top. I looked at the title printed in bold letters. ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT. LUCIEN KNIGHT. I stood dead on the spot. I looked at the door behind me, then at the file. I should have walked away but I opened it. Inside it, there were photographs, printed reports, lists of names with notes beside them in small and precise handwriting. I turned to the second page. My eyes skimmed through it quickly. Then they stopped.

She had trained for the last ten years for this opportunity and now at last, she was ready. Tomorrow she would finally embark on her mission and bring her parent’s murderer to justice. Layla was both excited and nervous, excited that she was finally being given this opportunity but nervous because Blake had told her that the Black Water Alpha was a cruel and ruthless man, who showed no mercy to anyone who opposed him. If she was caught before she killed him, she had no doubt that he would kill her without a second thought.

Almost reverent. My brows knit as I stared at it. There was a note scrawled just beneath the page in quick, jagged handwriting: “The beautiful assassin.” Before I could fully process it— The water stopped. Shit. I snapped the sketchbook shut and shoved it back onto the shelf exactly how I found it. My fingers lingered half a second longer than necessary before I pulled away and moved back to my post by the door, face unreadable, heartbeat steady. I wasn’t snooping.

The toxic smell made my stomach churn, driving my memory back to that day. “What?” I whispered. My chest tightened painfully, forcing tears out of my eyes. I wanted to believe it was planted as a trap and I was made to find it, but I saw the first letter of Vincent’s name carved on the wooden shaft. Tears blurred my vision. If Selene and Lily and whoever their source is are right, then it means Vincent was the assassin who brutally murdered that man. My hands went numb after I placed the blade beside the box and closed the box.