Suicide Notes A Novel Novels & Stories

On the third day after I reunite with my pack, my family corners me in the mansion's living room. My adopted sister, Mia Ashford, holds several notes in her hand while sobbing her eyes out. "Layla, I know you hate me, but you're driving me insane with your death threats!" Every single note is covered in curses written in red. "Go to hell, you thief! You stole Mom and Dad away from me." Noah Ashford leaps to his feet and hurls the notes at my face. "Apologize!" he roars. "You think you can bully Mia just because you're my sister?" Mom embraces Mia, trying to comfort her. Dad, as the Alpha of the pack, finally speaks. "If you don't write a 1,000-word apology letter to Mia today and

She was terrified of the man behind that door. I stayed perfectly still. A thin trail of blood trickled down my jaw, dampening my collar. My wolf, Vesper, was a dull ache in the back of my mind. The wolfsbane in my system made her feel miles away, like she was trapped behind a thick wall of glass. I was on my own. Portia reached into her pocket and pulled out a lighter. She flicked it, the small flame casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. “I wrote a note,” she whispered, her voice regaining a bit of its edge. “A suicide note. Everyone will think you killed yourself because you felt guilty for ruining my marriage to Barnabas. It’s perfect.”

“Any other things ma’am???” “Yes, after you finish her off, to avoid traces of suspicion of murder, make it look like she committed suicide and to make it more realistic, write a suicide note stating how unhappy she has been and how she has been living in regret and that is why she decided to end it all….are we clear???” “ Very clear ma’am.” “Good, now I await your call again for you to inform me that everything is done,” I said as I hung up the call. Now that everything was gradually going in the direction I wanted, I couldn’t be happier.

In the end, his gaze landed on the suicide note on the table. Adela didn’t notice his actions. Her hands trembled as she lifted the white cloth. Calvin’s face was bruised and swollen from a beating, and now, lifeless, it was terrifying. The sight filled Adela with both heartbreak and fear. How did it come to this...? The tears she had held back for so long finally burst forth, falling onto the white cloth. After reading the suicide note, Dexter was shocked. He immediately crouched down and handed the note to Adela. "Adela, read this! You—"

“They found a suicide note at the scene. They’re claiming she wrote it, but I know it’s a lie.” David’s heart sank. “A suicide note?” Ethan nodded, his eyes filled with desperation. “It was typed on a computer. There’s no proof it was her.” He handed David the note, his hands trembling. David read it aloud: *"To whoever finds this, Living with a disability has drained all my strength and hope. I have no reason to continue. This is my decision, and mine alone. Please understand."* David clenched his fists. “I know it’s not true. She wasn’t suicidal.”

Her voice is hollow. "I was lonely, Lily. You'd been pulling away for months, refusing to touch me, sleeping in the guest room. Sarah was there when you weren't." I reach into my pocket and pull out a folded paper. "I saved this. I found it on your nightstand after the ambulance took you away." The suicide note is perfect, I've practiced her handwriting for years. Her hands shake as she reads it. "I wrote this?" "You must have, before you went upstairs. Before you..." I trail off meaningfully.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

More thoroughly. And then I found something. A small black notebook hidden beneath the files. My heart began pounding immediately. It looked old. Worn. Important. Very important. I opened the first page. And froze. Every page contained notes. Dates. Names. Transactions. Meetings. And one name appeared repeatedly. Luca Russo. My mouth went dry. The further I read, the worse it became. Illegal shipments. Money laundering. Bribery. Threats. People disappearing. My hands began shaking.

“This doesn’t read right.” Keller leaned in over her shoulder. “What doesn’t?” She angled the phone to show him. “The timing. Daniel just made him our main link—now he’s dead?” Keller didn’t blink. “Pretty convenient,” Selena said, her suspicion plain. She scrolled to the last page. She found the note—typed, short. Too perfect. Her pulse steadied. That eerie calm when chaos starts making a pattern. “This…” she said quietly. Keller caught her meaning. “What?”

"You can walk out of this room and go back to being the girl who hides in the attic. Or, you can stay, and you can tell me which one of these men was the one who actually pulled the trigger on your father’s 'suicide.'" I looked at the men. I looked at Julian. My hand went to the black diamond necklace—my collar. "I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice steadying. Julian’s smile returned—the one of pure, twisted pride. He reached into his jacket and handed me a small, leather-bound notebook. It wasn't the ledger from the lake. It was new. "Then start taking notes," he said. "The game just got bloody."