Suicide Notes Book Novels & Stories

Professor Wells looked at her in confusion. Sarah unfolded Tina’s suicide note and placed it on the desk. "Look at this." She used her hand to block the middle of the page, dividing the first and second halves of the note.

I said, even though my chest was tight. I missed Lucas every second. The only thing holding me together was revenge. Cold, sharp revenge. Sarah McLain was going to pay. Nick nudged something on the bench, trying to lighten the mood. "What’s this? Dark Book?" he asked, laughing a little. I froze. My heart stopped. He was holding it. The black notebook with "Dark Book" scrawled in silver ink. My plans. My revenge. Everything. Without thinking, I lunged for it, yanking it out of his hands.

A plan that, if executed correctly, would change everything. Back in her cell, Isabella sat down on the bed and opened a hidden compartment in the floor. Inside was a small notebook, its pages filled with her carefully scribbled notes. She had been tracking everything—names, contacts, dates, potential allies. The details were crucial, each line of writing a small piece of a much larger puzzle. She flicked through the pages, each entry a reminder of how far she had come. The notebook held her only connection to the outside world, her lifeline in the midst of the prison walls.

She read and made some notes for about two hours until she stood up to go get a textbook from a shelf. "I'll be right back, Alicia. I need to get a textbook." She said to Alicia, to which she also replied. "Ok." She went towards a shelf. She scanned it to get a good, comprehensive one. Her eyes finally caught one. She took it and opened it, but surprisingly, a paper fell out. She took it and opened the folded paper. Immediately, the only thing she could hear was her loud heartbeat. "You miss me? See you soon." How could she forget about the first note? She had been so caught up in other things that she forgot about the message she had received. She was so scared;

The library door pushed open and I quickly hid the note in my pocket just as Aria strolled into the room. "Scarlett, are you alright? You seem a bit flustered," she commented as she approached me and I gave her a hesitant smile. "I'm fine," I assured her but she didn't seem convinced. Her gaze wandered to the book which had fallen. "I didn't know you were interested in poisons," Aria commented and I stared at her in confusion before I looked down at the book and indeed it was a book about the most common poisons. Was it a coincidence that I had found this note in such a book? My heart dropped as I realized whoever Asher was working with, their endgame was probably to kill Silas.

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.

**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.

No official stamp, no foundation logo, and personal notes, of course. Men like him always keep their own record of the damage. I reach for the top notebook first. He puts one hand over it. “Read carefully,” he says. “You may not like what memory looks like when someone writes it down without kindness.” Aurora steps in before I can. “Move your hand.” He does. Good. I open the first notebook. The first page is enough to make my skin crawl. Subject B – intake retention notes. Not Nadia, not a child, Subject B. I keep reading anyway.

Her fingers ran along the dusty spine of To Kill a Mockingbird. Inside the book, folded carefully, was a note. She opened it. “Truth has a cost. But silence costs more. If you're reading this, you chose to speak. And I’m proud of you.” – Sophia Helena covered her mouth. Greg came up behind her. “You okay?” She nodded, holding the note to her chest. “I am now.” Scene – Outside Leo’s Studio Later that night, they stopped by Leo’s new music studio — a small converted garage with egg cartons on the walls and second-hand equipment.

A hint of vanilla and dust and something sharper underneath. Sloane stopped just inside the library threshold. The room had changed. The curtains had been pulled open, pale light filtering in through stained glass that cast red and blue patterns across the rug. Books lay scattered around a low velvet sofa. The desk near the fireplace was covered in pages, some handwritten, some torn from a spiral bound notebook. She crossed the room slowly, recognition tightening in her chest. “My notes,” she said. Her fingers hovered over the pages. “From the manuscript.” Theo looked over her shoulder. “You didn’t leave these here?”