Jocelyn Flores' Death Note Novels & Stories

“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.”

"You scared Vivian! What has gotten into you overnight? Did Jocelyn put some kind of spell on you? I'll go teach her a lesson right now!" Joel's voice turned ice-cold. "I'm afraid you won't get the chance. Jocelyn is dead. She died yesterday—on the operating table, during the kidney donation surgery." "What did you say?!" The bowl of porridge slipped from my mother's hands and shattered on the floor. My father staggered back in shock, nearly collapsing. But Joel gave them no time to recover. He pointed directly at my father and Vivian. "One of Jocelyn's kidneys is in your body. The other is in his. You two are the ones who killed her."

After that, she said lightly, “Matsumoto Yoshito, I hope that you will remember my name before you die. My name is Rosalie Schulz!” After she was done speaking, she shook her hand a little, and the sunflower seed made from white jade flew out of her hands directly. In the next second, a tiny and bloody hole appeared at the center of Yoshito’s eyebrows, and he had already lost his vitality at this time. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he died instantly on the spot!

“Surely you jest, Mr. Kersey. I’m only here to meet Mei and Sara. I didn’t expect to see you here as well.” Javier seemed surprised, but Yoel suddenly turned to Mei with a grim expression before Javier could say anything. “Mei, I hope you can give me an explanation about the corpse at the florist’s.” Unlike Sara, Mei was not afraid of Yoel. Instead, she only felt hatred for him. Plus, now that she had Javier supporting her, it was only natural that she would not be worried that Yoel might come after Sara so he could have his way with her. Thus, she readily gave her own explanation. “She fell on a rose bush and died. That’s my explanation.”

Jocelyn was consumed by the anguish of being abandoned and betrayed by Kennedy and Marissa, nearly forgetting that she still possessed a token of royal pardon. Just moments ago, she had thought she was doomed. Now, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes. She quickly composed herself and took the initiative to kneel and confess her guilt. "Your Majesty, I deserve to die a thousand times over! I orchestrated the Drakonas Squadron incident to lure the enemy deeper into our trap. Even though the plan succeeded, and we captured Romenia, I have lived every day in agony and regret.

A wave of disbelief washed over them all—she was dead, there was no mistaking it. The telltale signs of poisoning were evident, as foam clung to the corners of her mouth. But what caught their attention more was the note Rosa gripped tightly in her hand. With gloved hands, the man carefully extracted the note, studying it with furrowed brows. Evelyn couldn't wait any longer, her urgency driving her to snatch the note from his grasp. As her trembling hands clutched the paper, her eyes scanned its chilling contents. It read;

I met her here; she broke my trust here, and I was here reminiscing our memory when I got the call that my cousin and my best friend who was Lorenzo killed her. Although Lorenzo did not kill her, he played a role in her death. Rose let go of my hand and rushed towards a solar eclipse painting hanging on the wall. She turns to me, her eyes lit with excitement. “Luca, come and see this photo,” she calls out. I shove my hand into my pocket, shake whatever memory I had about Jenny, and walk towards Rose. Rose is the future and she will always be the future.

But she would be that selfish. Also explains why she didn’t shift and try to fight back. She also reeks of at least two males and their cheap cologne. “Welcome to the Flying Death Nina,” I say, as Missile steps back, reaches into his jeans and lights up a joint. When he passes it, I take a hit. She sits up, but Klunk’s wolf sits close and doesn’t let her stand. “The… Flying… You’re in the Flying Death,” she mumbles, her eyes wide.

Line after line of text streamed across my vision. My jaw dropped. Thinking my eyes were deceiving me, I rubbed them hard several times. The comments stayed right where they were, stubbornly refusing to vanish. More warnings continued to flood in. "It's over! Jess is almost home! She's walking straight into the trap!" "Jess, your husband is going to find an excuse to leave you alone with Marianne so he can frame you! Whatever you do, don't go inside!" "At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder."

Raiza asked in surprise. He handed it to them. "What's that? Ew, it was covered with blood! Err! Disgusting!" Jennifer said. "It's a Death Note," Raiza muttered while staring at the paper. "What does she need from me?" I asked incredulously. I just sat in the chair, because I felt weakness in my knees. "Darling, what's going on?! What happened out here?!" I turned to mommy as she approached where I was. She was obviously confused and anxious.