Suicide Notes A Novel Novels & Stories

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

"What? Suppression? Aria, what are you talking about? We’ve been breaking our backs trying to keep your heart from stopping." ​"Don't lie to me!" I reached into the fold of my dress and snatched out the note, thrusting it against his chest. "Read it. Your Inside Man has a big mouth." ​Noah snatched the note, his eyes reading over the elegant, slanted script. In the dim light of the corridor, I watched his expression change from confusion to a deep, ghostly pale. He didn't look guilty. He looked horrified. He looked back at me, the paper crinkling in his tightening grip.

“This is all he left. It was meant for you but I didn’t think you should read it.” I snatch the paper from her, enraged, “He left me something and you never gave it to me?!” She gives me a hard look, “I may be a crappy stepmom, but I knew this would break your heart. James cared about you but leaving you a suicide note was stupid. I was just protecting you. If you want to know the truth, the police called it an unsolved murder. Yes, there were drugs in James’s system but I knew he didn’t use drugs. The local sheriff also knew he didn’t. When I saw the police report, I knew that those drugs were something James considered fatal to himself. He would never have used them. But combining them wit

Severiano. His hand was gripping the man’s hair. A chill ran down my spine so fast it made my fingers go numb. Because I’d seen that face. That same blank expression. Tonight. Right before he walked out. I swallowed hard and kept reading. There were notes under the photo. Short, clean handwriting. I set the papers down like they were burning me. Everything hurts suddenly. My chest. My head. My throat. All of it. This was worse than I thought. Worse than I ever expected.

Behind the card there was a number and Jonathan's initials. I compared the signature and understood that the notebook had been his at some point. That could only be a terrible joke. A very ugly game. But I found myself flipping through the pages, trying to find Suzane's name. Maybe that was Jonathan's Death Note, his little reckoning notebook. But only Hunter was a well-known name for me. All the others were mere whimsical handwriting. I started thinking about the possibilities for that notebook to exist. If it were a list of traitors, then it would make sense for Hunter to be on it.

I'm much too clever a girl for all of that. "Of course, mom. No signed books. Noted." I blow the dust off several bookshelves. The dust burns my eyes and makes me cough. Why do we have so many novels? I find my parent's old love letters gross. I see a book on psychology and look through all the pages. The human brain is a complex maze that requires studying and discipline to unlock its depths. And that's when I see it, 'Chapter 17: The Psychology of Suicide.' The note in my pool bag haunts me—the ghost letters 'J. D' make me gasp for air. Is it a cry for help, and if so, am I too late? If J.D is dead, is it my fault for not hunting everywhere for them?

Carolina counteracted. "I thought as much but after I found a suicide note on her table with a bottle of a very poisonous liquid beside it, I assumed she jumped off the roof to end her life. Guess I was wrong" Connor uttered. "Roseanne left a suicide note?" Carolina thought aloud, her mind began to quaver as she began to think deeply about what Connor had told her but she refused to let herself believe the possibility of Roseanne committing suicide. "That's impossible, how are you sure that someone had not forged that note? I'm sure it can't be Roseanne. She was killed by someone in the mansion" Carolina stood her ground.

"So, last night, after we held the meeting, I decided to commence with the investigation. I planned to interrogate the maid who served Cassie's breakfast the morning she got poisoned, only for me to arrive there and learn from her colleagues that she drowned herself in her bathtub. She even left a suicide note. Here it is'' He explains as he places the note on the table. I lifelessly stretch my hand forward and pick up the note that has been neatly folded. When I open it, I quickly scan through,reading as fast as I can and indeed, it is a suicide note, which explains why she tried to kill Cassie, how sorry she is and why she decided to end her life. Without saying a word, I quietly place th

“This is a picture of the suicide note he claimed she wrote before taking her life.” Elena took the phone and read the note out loud. “I’ve committed a crime against Alpha and Luna and I now atone for it with my life. May the goddess have mercy on me.” “This…” Elena hesitated a little before saying. “Is it just me or does it feel rushed? Aren’t suicide notes usually a bit more detailed? It’s the last time she gets to say something to her friends and family after all.” “She has no friends, Luna.” I said quietly, catching the surprise on her face as she took in my words. “Or family. That’s a pattern I’ve noticed too. Most of the people being used by our enemies against us, are those with no ti

“These two five pound notes were found by Michael in Bullswood’s room.” Marianne scrutinised the notes properly. ‘Lady Marianne’ and ‘must be put down’ were written on the notes. “What do you think?” asked John. “Well, it’s obviously written by one person. So probably, you read it as ‘Lady Marianne, Kenny Jones, must be put down’. Which makes sense to me. Although…” Marianne goes silent. ‘If it really is like this, then how is Steven connected to these? He was the one who had killed me,’ she thought.