Suicide Notes A Novel Novels & Stories

I sighed, looking at the board. I remember some of these drawings from years back and there was a drawing that looked like her, and I blinked confused. There were a few printed out articles about the Turner family that died ten years ago and everything about their lives and business. It was odd but there was a printed photo and there was something about the little girl that reminded me of K. My eyes moved to the notes there were a lot of his notes with question marks.

I looked down at the note, my hands trembling as I read the words written in familiar handwriting: “Kill her before he comes back.” The handwriting was identical to the threatening notes I’d received before. The same person who’d been watching me, who’d sent me those warnings, had also ordered my assassination. “This is the same handwriting,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “From the notes I got before.” Aiden’s expression darkened. “You got threatening notes? When? Why didn’t you tell anyone?” “I thought I was being paranoid,” I admitted. “I didn’t have proof, and with everything else happening with the elders…”

Her analytical mind scanned the room as she ordered Eknath to take notes. “21-year-old girl. Medium height, fair skin. A mole on her right eyebrow. Dressed in pajamas and a T- shirt. Lying on the bed with a vertical slit wound along her right wrist. Nothing appears to be out of place. Handwritten suicide note recovered from the bed side table. No fingerprints, no sign of forced entry.” She gave her orders still looking around and picking up random objects with her gloved hands, trying to find a clue.

Someone who wanted it to look tidy, tragic, and believable. Captain Ethan Davis straightened slowly, meeting his Texan colleague’s expectant gaze. “Looks like suicide,” a young cop said. But Thornton had seen the slight frown on his old protégé’s face, and he stood waiting for Ethan to speak. “Yeah,” murmured Ethan, eyes still on the stain. “That’s what it’s supposed to look like.” A young man in a white forensic uniform called, “Boss, there’s a suicide note. A long one, Accuses someone called Bianca of being responsible for her death.”

Addison uncharacteristically cut him off, and then she placed a paper on my desk. I unfurled the paper and read the note, frowning deeply as I did. It seemed to be an explanation for Jasmine Madden’s disappearance. According to the note, Jasmine wanted to withdraw from the selection after witnessing Georgina’s brutal death. She was heartbroken by the sight and didn’t know how to live with the pain. She wanted to be free from misery forever. My stomach twisted as I considered the words. I knew precisely why Addison seemed so alarmed. This read like a suicide note.

Ava was hanging from the ceiling, her body swaying gently in the breeze from the open window, a cruel mockery of life. Ember's scream was like a raw wound, and I rushed towards her, catching her as she stumbled backwards. Her body shook with sobs, and I held her close, trying to process the horror of what we were seeing. The table caught my eye, and I saw the suicide note scrawled on a piece of paper, the words blurring together in a mad dance.

Seduction was an ingenious way to make Stephen relax. "So, you wrote the suicide note?" I asked her, and she shook her head. "I didn't, I swear. Stephen wrote it and placed it in the envelopes when he went to clean the place. He was following my father's instructions. I told my father my mother's plans, so he was bound to be accurate." She explained, and it made sense.

Her face showed panic, which made Vione sure that something bad had happened again. Vione asked, "What is it?" "Walter," Cora said breathlessly, then handed Vione a piece of paper. "He committed suicide and left this note." Lily screamed hysterically. Vione quickly grabbed the letter and read it quickly. In the letter, Walter expressed his deep remorse. He apologized and acknowledged that no punishment in the world could atone for his sins. In the end, he chose suicide as his way out. *

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

“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.