Suicide Notes A Novel Novels & Stories

She picks up the paper balls it up and throws it into the trash can next to my door "Kobe!" I look at her and laugh as the paper misses the trash entirely "You can't yell Kobe and miss, go grab your paper we're supposed to be helping each other out with this." She groans as she stands up to get the paper. She walks over passing the desk in my room and stopping in front of it. She looks at a single notebook sitting on top of the desk. She reaches for it and opens it. "Don't touch that!" I lunge forward on the bed and fall off. I cause a loud bang shaking everything in my room. She walks backward reading the notebook as she sits back down on my bed. She flips through all the pages before stopp

I ask with a raised eyebrow, I was successfully poking holes in everything he was saying. "I couldn't let you take me in because I hadn't finished what I was planning, after this I can allow you to take me in because everything will be put right" he rambled pulling a little notebook out of his pocket, he throws it over to us where Lukas catches it "and Taylor, I knew you'd be able to take that guy down no problem" he smiles while Lukas opens the notebook to the first page, it had the date of the first threat he sent to Lukas and what it would be. As we begin to flip through the notebook, the different events of things happening appeared at their dates, even down to Luisa dying. Either he was

Jay has been crying the whole time all by himself but then the thought of Anna struck his mind and his head jerks up. "Anna" he mumbles aloud and Nicole and Brad squint at him. "Where is Anna?" he asks and stood up to his feet. He rushed into the sitting room and then to her bedroom. No sight of Anna, he opened the bathroom door and peaks into it but no sight of her there. He glances around the bedroom and his gaze landed on the phones on the table. His legs carried him to the table and he stared down at Drake and Anna's phones. "This was a murder case, none of the phones were taking" he thought aloud and picks up both phones and headed back to the kitchen.

But suicidal? Sophia thrust her phone into Pamela's hands. The screen displayed a news alert. *UNIVERSITY STUDENT FOUND DEAD IN SUSPECTED SUICIDE* *Desmond Miller, 21, was discovered early this morning after an apparent fall from the astronomy building. Authorities confirm a note was recovered at the scene. No foul play is suspected.* Pamela’s fingers trembled as she scrolled. There was a photo of the tower, shut off with police tape. Students huddled in clusters, whispering. Her stomach twisted.

**Chapter 65: No Safe Place** The note in Sophia’s small, trembling hand felt like a live grenade. *“Sleep tight, little princess. Daddy can’t protect you forever. Choose which child we take next.”* A photo of Sophia sleeping peacefully in her bed, taken from inside her room, was clipped to it. The handwriting was neat. Clinical. Cruel. I held my daughter against my chest, rocking her as she cried. Lucian stood like a statue of rage, the note crushed in his fist. His freshly bandaged wounds and the lingering effects of the poison didn’t matter. The predator was fully awake.

Maris nodded and obeyed. Anais placed the case on the table and took a deep breath. She pried it open. Inside was a notebook—handwritten, leather-bound, its pages filled with technical notes, dates, and… letters. Dozens of them. From the Violin. To her daughter. Anais’s fingers trembled as she turned the pages. Some of the writing was frantic. Some neat. Some tear-streaked. “You weren’t meant to survive. You were meant to save them all.”

It was only at this moment—when she was completely isolated and helpless—that she finally realized just how incredibly good I had been to her. Bianca penned a long, rambling suicide note to me, filled with apologies and repentance. Then, she leaped off a bridge, bringing her life to an end.

The pieces were falling into place now—the forged medical records, the sedatives, the security detail keeping everyone else out. “And the note,” Mr. Bennett added quickly, desperation clinging to his voice. “We made him write it—made it look like he couldn’t live with the guilt of losing his daughter. People believe what they want to believe. And by the time we pushed him out that window, no one doubted it was suicide.” His voice cracked on the last word, as if he couldn’t quite believe it himself.

*To whoever finds this. My hands trembled opening it. Inside: pages. Handwritten. My mother's suicide note. I read. Tears blurring the words. *I can't do this anymore. Six months of searching. Six months of dead ends. Six months of wondering if my baby girl is alive or dead. Suffering or safe. The not knowing is killing me.* *Victor did this. Took her. Hid her. Destroyed our family. But he's not the only one to blame.*

Satisfied she was alone, she reached into the mattress and pulled out a small, plain black notebook. With trembling hands, she flipped it open and began to write frantically, her expression shifting between guilt, longing, and raw fear. When she finally stopped, she closed the notebook with a sigh and carefully slid it back under the mattress, concealing it from sight. Soren’s curiosity ignited instantly. He immediately picked up his phone and called the head of his security team. “Retrieve that notebook from the suite tonight while she’s asleep. Do it quietly and bring it to me.” Two hours later, one of his men delivered the small black notebook in a sealed envelope. Soren waited until he w