Suicide Notes Book Novels & Stories

The woman gulped hard and shook her head. "Not yet, but…” “Then let her go. The reports are out and her fingerprints are not on the blade or the note found in his room," he asked. “Note?" She jerked her head up in confusion. I looked at Skylar too, confused as well. “There was a suicide note in his room, you didn't know that? Such a shame that I know this before you do," he muttered. My belly twisted in horror at the news. “He committed suicide?" The woman whispered, still finding it hard to believe it just like I was.

I had lent her. I stared blankly at the blood and suddenly noticed something amiss. I flipped open the book and found a piece of paper pinned between the pages. It was her suicide note.

he asked. I shook my head. "No, he didn't. I haven't even seen him in a while." I swallowed. "I found.. a book, a book in Sebastian's library. It contained.. profiles. Photographs of people who had already died. Dead. With notes in there, and all killed." He looked at me like he was really listening to me. "On the very last page, there's Killian's profile," I swallowed. "He was targeted." "You're worried about Killian?"

I flipped open the pages of the book, and some words were underlined in red ink, like the dedication page. Help. Live. Die. It went on till the end of the book. I checked other books, and similar words were underlined in red ink. Save. Love. Torture. I rested against the shelf, trying to merge what I'm reading with what I've read. My brain interpreted that she died by suicide and depression. I didn't know what could have triggered it. I checked my watch. Shit. It was almost time for Chiara, to return. I was so engrossed in checking the books. I bent down to the lowest compartment as I saw a stack of papers layered on top of each other. They were old and dusty.

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

"Medical examiner's notes that suggest her death wasn't suicide, we just need to understand what really happened." Dr. Mitchell was quiet for a long moment. "Where did you get those notes?" she asked finally. "Does it matter?" I replied. "Yes," she said sharply. "Those notes were supposed to be destroyed." My heart started beating faster. "But they weren't," I said. "And now we need to know the truth." I heard Dr. Mitchell sigh heavily. "I can't do this over the phone," she said. "If you want to talk, it has to be in person."

I placed the slightly rumpled paper on an open page and my blood ran cold. The handwriting on the suicide note was different from the one in her diary.

It was clear he was taking responsibility for his actions, which made it look like a suicide out of guilt, leaving little room for doubt. But if there were truly no doubts, Vance wouldn’t have called her here. She casually placed the suicide note aside and turned to Vance, remaining silent. "Have you finished reading it?" Vance asked nervously, noticing Tatiana's gaze on him. "Yes," Tatiana nodded. "Do you have something to say?” Hearing her words, Vance realized she had noticed something too. "Did you also find it strange? Roman's cause of death is clearly wrist slashing, but the tone of this note becomes increasingly intense towards the end, which doesn’t make sense."

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

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.