Jocelyn Flores' Death Note Novels & Stories

Nestled among the petals was a small note, folded neatly. For the past few days, I had been the first person to arrive in the office. I had to get everything ready for myself and then prepare Alex’s schedule. I unfolded the paper with eager fingers, my heart pounding. Then I saw the signature: Jayden. My heart dropped like a stone. Still, my curiosity got the better of me, and I began to read. My Dear Flora,

He let out a deep sigh. "Captain, the victim is Fulton Hollister. He's 30 years old, and he's a programmer at a local company." Another officer handed him a file. "He jumped from the 28th floor and died on impact. We found a suicide note in his apartment. Based on the scene, we've ruled out homicide." He took the file, rain dampening the pages. On the first page was a young face. It was a picture of Fulton wearing glasses with a shy smile.

“That’s me.” The older officer nods politely. “We just have a few questions concerning a death.” My stomach drops instantly. “A death? What death?” The officers exchange a brief look before the younger one answers. “This afternoon, Jocelyn was found dead inside her prison cabin.” Shock ripples through the entire table, because what the hell? She seemed fine after we talked to her that day. The officer continues, “According to the visitor logs, you and Miss Lilly Wood were the last people to visit her.”

To be honest, the bunch of flowers will be more beautiful in a vase that is worth ten dollars! [Skyler: Do you have a death wish?] [Jim: Alright, I will shut up! Don't be angry with me!] When Jocelyn saw these comments, her feelings were complicated. 'He has arranged the bunch of flowers in such a valuable vase?' She stared at the photo on her phone for a while and didn't know how to describe her feelings. At that moment, Skyler called her outside the door again, "Jocelyn, come out to have night snacks!"

Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he clung to her. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she whispered, though her voice broke halfway. She didn’t even know if she was saying it to calm him or herself. Jose limped toward them, blood still dripping from his hand. “Come with me,” he ordered again, his tone softer now, but firm. Eilleen nodded and began to take a step when she noticed something—a trail of blood that didn’t belong to Jose. Her breath caught. She turned quickly. Jocelyn was lying on the floor, motionless.

It is what I found. A note. On the floor, just underneath the chair where he was always sitting, I found his own, and god it breaks my heart when I say it, but he left me a note saying goodbye. Now in front of me is Detective Flecther for what seems to be almost the hundredth time. What he does not know, is that I have been hiding it from him and everyone else. Only Doctor Cane knows about it. Detective Flecther has come to the idea that I tried to kill Tyler that morning. Doctor Cane has come to the conclusion that Tyler tried to take his life. What do I say to all this?

She had lost her life at the hands of Nicholas. He sighed as he stepped into Justin's office; everywhere had been scrubbed clean like nothing ever happened. Mr. Hemsworth went straight to the flowerpot Justin had talked about. He lifted the flower vase and could see the eye of a camera. It had the same color as the flowers, making it difficult for someone to detect. A stunned Mr. Hemsworth pulled out the small USB video and voice recorder from between the flowers and handed the flowers over to Kelvin, who was standing just beside him.

Flowers lay neatly on top, their scent faint but fresh. The name carved into it stole my breath. DIANA JONES Born: My exact birthday. Died: no date. The world tilted. I staggered back, knees buckling. “This isn’t right,” Celina whispered, unease crackling in her voice. “This place smells of rot. Of danger. We should go. I haven’t had my full fun. I’m not ready to die.” But I couldn’t move. My hand trembled as I traced the letters. Diana Jones. So close to mine… Diana Johnson.

“Hi-I need to find Maria Flores. She came in about an hour ago, she was with another woman, Madam Catherine Ford, and I think they are in room-” The nurse behind the counter was mid-sip of her grape soda and blinked slowly over the rim of the plastic cup. Her eyes dropped to the paperwork, then to the computer, then to the TV on the wall, blaring the latest news cycle: BREAKING New: Tragedy Strikes Gala Honoring Kia Flores, leaving people to speculate that he's dead... She froze. The cup slipped slightly in her grip. Her gaze bounced between Rene and the screen like she was trying to reconcile two different timelines.

"Oh, Miss Flores? Yeah, I know her. She’s upstairs. I heard she bought the whole floor. She’s well-off, but it’s a sad story. Her son passed away." After sharing this, the woman closed the door, leaving them to ponder. Her son had died, and she bought the entire floor, yet she told them it was Unit 501. What was her intention? Was it really just to prevent them from involving the police? Nina and Nash exchanged glances, both sharing the same suspicions. What they didn’t know was that every move they made was being watched by Miss Flores. At that moment, Miss Flores sipped red wine, listening to children’s songs while lovingly gazing at a crystal coffin. Inside, a four-year-old boy lay peacef