Assassination Note Novels & Stories

Another death on his conscience. He noticed a note on the floor and he picked it up. It reads: "KEEP WASTING YOUR ENERGY ASHER TRYING TO GET ME. YOU ARE STILL ALIVE BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO. COME AFTER ME AGAIN AND IT WOULD BE YOUR LAST" He squeezed the paper and tried controlling his anger, the text on the paper was written with Leon's blood. This mission is becoming almost impossible and aside from that, it’s certain someone else was betraying him. He inhaled a deep breath and exhaled slowly before releasing the dead body from the ceiling before placing it on the floor.

“Why they didn’t deserve her. But maybe… I can use that, but how did she…?.” “Never mind that, we’re here to talk about the mission. You’ll have to build trust.” Zie said. “Then I’ll do it.” I stood up and walked to the drawer beside the bed. I pulled it open. The notebook was still there where I last left it. I flipped it open to the page with the list. Poison. Stabbing. Arranged murder. Push down the stairs. I tore it out slowly, careful not to damage the rest of the book.

"Who are all of these names?" "Her kill," I grumbled then look at the black book on the bed. "Damn, daddy, you struck gold." Vesper chimed from behind me, his eyes busy reading the names and dates. "Eh, yeah, this is private." Tessa suddenly walked into the room. "What's with the three months? And what is this note?" I showed her the typed note. "As it is, someone's going to assassinate me in three months," she shrugged carelessly and I could see Vesper was trying hard to contain his laughter.

Aldus explained, "Mr. Emerson Senior was assassinated in the Collis Hotel!" Austin was still rather uninterested. As he was about to reply, Vincent then shoved his phone into Austin's face. "What Aldus said isn't that important. Now look at this," said Vincent. Austin accepted the phone with a confused look. As he took a closer look at the phone, his expression immediately changed into that of surprise. An unusual webpage could be seen on Vincent's phone. It had a simple black-and-white user interface, as well as an eye-catching icon of a sword tainted red with blood.

“Okay!’ the driver responded. He started the car quite alright and then he raced forward. Arklin armed himself with all dangerous weapons. He walked out of his house and mounted a bike he owned. He drove along the way, and a few minutes later, he arrived at his house. “I think he is home!” He thought to himself. Arklin opened the door and it opened. He walked in steadily and closed the door behind him. “This will be the most simple mission I have embarked on this year!” He thought in his head as he walked into his bedroom. Getting there, he got to know that there was no man in the house. Not even a single soul. “What is going on?” There was a note the investigator had written so he could pas

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

He just walked up to me and handed me a thin folder. I opened it. Inside was a report from the men who had examined the courier’s body. Time of death: forty minutes after leaving the estate. Execution wound: a 9mm, not uncommon for an assassination. There was no identification on the body either. This was a professional job. “They cleaned him out,” Jose whistled quietly. Dante finally spoke. “The car was stolen,” he said. “Of course it was,” Jose chirped. “Also, there were no prints at the scene,” Dante added.

So many ways to make it look like tragedy rather than murder. The assassin had been hired by High Lord Cassian Thornwood to eliminate his niece. Make it look like an accident. Leave no trace that led back to the Fae Court. And the Northern Pack Summit...scheduled in just six days...provided the perfect opportunity. Chaos. Politics. Hundreds of wolves gathered in one place. Security stretched thin trying to monitor everyone. The perfect cover for an assassination. The assassin pulled out a small notebook and added today's observations to the growing list:

, and why are they after us? "Good so just take good care of yourself, eat something and please don't come... The villagers and the assassins have plans to pounce on you." Aunty Betty said as I gave her all my attention. And after that she ended the call and placed my phone on the table before giving me a pat on my back.

She dusted her hands off and strode from the room with quiet steps. I turned back to Massi. He had a question on his face, written in his eyes. I shot him a lopsided smile. "Yeah. Sorry. I forgot to tell you about the note. And while it wasn't actually me who delivered it, it was someone I could trust with my life. Another girl in our line of work. She had her own reasons for decapitating the security chief, but that's her story to tell." "Job, you accept?" he signed.