Jocelyn Flores' Death Note Novels & Stories

Cassian commanded, his hand tightening into a fist. "I can't, sir," Jared replied, stepping into the centre of the room. "She’s dead. She drank poison, and this was clutched in her hand." He held up a crumpled, tear-stained note. My heart began to thud against my ribs. “Read aloud…” Cassian ordered. Jared cleared his throat, his voice echoing in the vast living room… "Chelley, Are you happy now?” As he read, my heart dropped for a second and then started beating fast.

“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.”

Making her baffled as to which one is the truth. What leave her perplexed is her last entry the death of Lindy Rose. Jelo also have an entry, it was even more precise and it makes her think was Jelo present that night? if yes why she wasn't able to see him there?

The only fakes in the bunch were death records for my mother! "I have proof Rachel Flores can't provide proof of her claims. Is that sufficient?"

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.

"Jess, are you still going to deny it at this point? These messages were all sent by you. I even tried to talk you out of it back then, but you wouldn't listen. Now that someone has died, I can't cover for you anymore." I trembled with rage. Just as the officer was about to speak and announce my detention, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

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,