Suicide Notes Book Novels & Stories

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.

she says. "It is in the book," Clara says. "The second movement. Page eighty-four. You wrote it." "I wrote it without knowing I was writing it," Valentina says. "You saw it." "I always see it," Clara says. "That is also the method." She hangs up. The March morning in the Gràcia apartment. The twenty-first notebook is open to the final entry of the fourth book's composition notes. The fourth book, complete. Clara read it first, as promised.

The bus pulled out of the station at five forty seven. I watched Halcrest disappear through the window. I pressed my hand flat against my stomach, just once, quietly. "It is just us," I said softly. "But we are going to be okay." Back at the estate, on the desk in the guest room, Vivienne's note sat folded and waiting. And outside Sera's door, at exactly five fifty, Damien stopped walking. He stood outside her door. He knocked twice. Silence. He opened it. The room was empty. The wardrobe was open. The note was gone from the desk because Vivienne had already found it, already read it, and was already sitting at the kitchen table with both hands over her mouth.

“Bennett? Why would you think we’d need him?” Enzo bit back a sigh. “He left a note in a book. Printed into the first page of the book, under the chapter header. I don’t know how.” He shook his head. His jaw clenched, and I realised that he needed this distraction, if only for a moment. Samael watched us unseeingly from the earth. I looked away.

The man who had stumbled into the whole drama as a bystander sat whimpering on the sidewalk and couldn't take his eyes off the bloody mass next to him. I didn't have this problem, on the contrary. While the cattle twitched one last time, I looked across the street at my suicidal partner. He stood with his legs apart and lowered his weapon. His chest rose and fell quickly under his breath. The pockmarked face was slightly red and a few strands of his brown hair stuck to his forehead in the sweaty sweat.

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

He could feel it like an itch beneath his skin. ** ** ** Later, as Camille showered before their beach excursion, Alexander finally checked the message, standing on the terrace where he could hear approaching footsteps. *Found something big. Richard's suicide note mentioned Victoria Kane BY NAME. Police report redacted this detail at family's request. Original copy located in cold case files. Call immediately.*

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

His face stared up at me from the glossy prints, lifeless and slack, a rope still coiled like a serpent around his neck. I narrowed my eyes. Suicide. That’s what they said this is. That’s what the convenient, neatly folded note had claimed. But Charles had been a man of conviction. Calculated. Measured. Not one to wake and decide his life was suddenly worth discarding. No—if he’d hung himself, someone had strung the rope for him. My fingers tapped once against the wood, unbidden, as I studied the note again. A smear of ink. The strange words staring at me. And beneath all of it, the gnawing truth I couldn’t shake:

“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