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.

The one they’d taken from her after the attack at the Summit. Beneath it, folded neatly, was a note.

" I used to be an assassin, no door can stop me unless it's a barricaded one. " I shrugged. " Coming down here at 1 am for an assassination sounds like your normal routine if you were an assassin. " He says in a casual way as he continues looking through the notes. " Well, that's if you count serving a late dinner as an assassination. " I chimed as I held up the tray of food in my hands for him to notice. Terrius chuckled a bit as I placed the tray on top of the notes in front of him. He stared at the food for a while before picking up a spoon.

"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.

"What does this have to do with me?" "We found a note on one of the bodies that led us to believe you are involved somehow. Your friend, Asher Donahue, wrote it out for you and had it in his pocket. Given the bloodstains that leaked onto it, it's clear he had it at the time of whatever attack occurred." I try to block out Asher's face from my mind but I fail—and flinch. "Can I read that note?"

“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.

Ashton looked down, a crease deepening in his brow. “There’s something else,” he said. Kari turned to him slowly. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, crumpled note, stained with blood. “We found this. It was left at the scene.” Kari took it with trembling hands. She opened it slowly, her breath catching the moment her eyes landed on the name written inside. Her face went pale. I moved beside her, but she wouldn’t let me see. She looked at Ashton, then back at the note.