Jocelyn Flores' Death Note Novels & Stories

-———————————————————— A week after Rico’s death, the police report was released, the headline flashing across newspapers and television screens: **"Detective Rico Morales Found Dead in Apparent Suicide." At the precinct, detectives gathered in somber silence, discussing the details of the report. The forensic team had found a glass laced with poison, Rico’s fingerprints smudged across it, alongside a handwritten suicide note. The note was short but sorrowful, expressing his regret over his failures in solving recent high-profile cases, including those of his friends Jack and Carlos.

After answering, the young assistant's expression also changed. His face was complex, his voice trembling with emotion. "Mr. Ashwood... the DNA... the DNA comparison results are in." "The deceased... is your sister, Jocelyn Ashwood!"

Tyler couldn't read the emotions in her eyes but he knew she was still grieving. “She was the best. Only a month or so before her death did she start to receive those flowers. Death note. I tried to tell my Dad but he didn't take me seriously. My mom wouldn't tell him. He didn't value her. Well, that was until she was murdered on one cold night. I came home and found her like that…Dead.” Her fingers shook like she was reliving the moment all over. “Did he do anything after that?” Tyler asked. “Nothing that I know of,” she scoffed.

Although I didn't regret punching her. I walked back to my room, composed and ready to pack my things before leaving for war, but once I closed the door to my room, my whole body started to tremble. It was that scent again and the remains of an aura so intimidating it made me struggle to take another breath. My eyes immediately turned to my pillow. I cringed at seeing a black rose lying there. I stepped closer and saw a note underneath the flower. I took a deep breath before I found the courage to pick it up. I exhaled hysterically, seeing JD's handwriting. The note said, "Should I kill that little bitch with golden eyes, or do you want to do it yourself?"

“Sienline was found in her body. The only antidote for now is a purple and yellow flower which had been destroyed centuries ago. Within two days, if she is not cured she might never wake up ” “FUCK! Why is all this happening?! It doesn't make sense any longer!” To him, he felt there was more to this Jocelyn's last attack than only Georgina. A master mind even greater than the Xizhao's members was absolutely behind them unless who would be able to get their hands on a Sideline coated dagger?

He had delayed coming here because of the memories- those sweet, painful images and videos of his past with her that first squeezed his throat savagely until he threw up all his woes and was left with a hollow, yet eerily satisfied feeling. Joy's funeral was not surprisingly a large affair, almost the entire town had come to pay their respects. She was somehow associated to each one of them- every person had a moment of hers to share however insignificant it was. It was kept on first January- a beginning of the blossoming of many flowers in everyone's life. "Logan?" Gemma knocked on the door and Logan focused his attention on her. "Joy told me to give you this." She handed him a white envelo

typed in bold at the top of the first page. He glanced at the documents quickly at first to take in the basic information. Date of birth, school records, a sparse family tree. Then he slowed down to read more carefully. Florence Ellington was Jonathan Ellington’s first daughter. So there was in fact another daughter. She disappeared when she was sixteen years old.

His eyes were fixed on the same news article he had re-read nearly ten times now. The same news which had shook him to the core. Dr. Elara Jensen, 47 was pronounced dead in what the authorities ruled a car accident outside Rochester, New York. The article was direct. But something about it didn’t sit right with Lucian and Isla both as there were no photos, no direct quotes, not even a known surviving family. And just like that, another link to the past vanished.

Ashley felt Dominic tense beside her. Elena lifted the notebook. “This belonged to Jonathan Wellspring.” Ashley’s father. She carefully opened the final page. “The last page contains a dying confession.” The harbor fell completely silent. Patrick Walker’s expression remained unreadable. Alvin stepped out from behind his vehicle. Dominic slowly raised his pistol. Every eye fixed on Elena. She drew a slow breath. Then began to read. “If anyone is reading this, then I am already dead…” Ashley’s heart nearly stopped. “The man responsible for our deaths is not the one you believe.”

My blood turned to ice in my veins. "Flora?" Dante called out. He was at my side instantly. "What is it?" I just handed him the note since my voice had failed me. He read it aloud, his voice growing harder with each word: "I'm finishing what Carlo and I started. Don't follow." "Carlo?" Sofia repeated. I nodded numbly. "But that's impossible. Carlo’s dead. My mother is confused. She doesn't know what she's doing." Dante was already on his phone, shouting out orders to find my mother and increase security. I sank down onto the bed with the note held tightly in my hand.