Jocelyn Flores' Death Note Novels & Stories

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.”

FLORA "Because of your husband, right?" I said. "Ah, so you know about Diego. Good. That saves us some time." "Marcus told us he died in Prague." Elena's expression darkened. "Diego didn't just die, Flora. He was murdered. He was burned alive in a Romano warehouse fire." Suddenly, I felt my baby kick as if it sensed the tension in the room. "That wasn't Dante's fault," I said.

“I don’t care about your interest, Florence, I just need a few simple answers.” Florence roughly yanked her hand free, glaring daggers at Leonica. “Whatever your questions are, I’m not giving answers.” She spat, about to return to her seat when a younger girl rushed to her. “Flora, look at this,” The girl showed Florence her phone, which had the news article of Jamil’s death. “Isn’t that your boss?” She asked as she looked up from her phone, at Florence then at Leonica who was behind Florence, flinching when she saw the woman’s familiar face.

I asked in astonishment. "That's what I don't know. He was just ordered to knock Lynn down." Jervis added. Why is it? The Flores is a wealthy family that holds most of the furniture business of this area. Every end of the month they also give the group money. “Need to talk to them.” I sighed. "I heard, Mr. Flores was killed. I think Lynn was the one they thought killed." Feline said. "So someone framed up Lynn? Never mind, he killed Mr. Flores and made it look like Lynn killed him. Like that?"

"So after we searched through the entire curriculum vitae of Mrs. Nicole, we found a death note that said Mrs. Nicole had died four years ago." "What? You must be kidding." screamed Jessica in disbelief. The woman immediately looked pale as she squeezed the edge of the table firmly to relieve her sudden overwhelming heart. She's been looking for Nicole this far. And she did not accept that Nicole was easily pronounced dead because of a death note. She can't accept that! “We have been searching for several days to find the curriculum vitae of Mrs. Nicole, and then we find the death note in the state archives which have long been kept in the archival vault. Mrs. Nicole was pronounced dead four

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina replied

“My dad still has people on the inside.” “Daniel?” I smiled faintly. “He confessed everything last night.” Fleur froze. “Oh, and one more thing.” I leaned closer to the glass. “The password to your father’s lab… it wasn’t Yuki’s birthday.” “It was the date you killed your first victim.” Fleur lunged at the glass, only to be restrained by the guards. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!” she screamed, her voice tearing apart. I stood up and walked away. Behind me, her cries broke into sobs. “Come back! Finish what you started!”

Our sudden closeness fills my senses with more of his scent. Cinnamon. Mixed with faint traces of sandalwood. The barn is silent, except for the sound of my own heart now pounding inside my chest. Nyx is probably smirking behind that mask, intentionally letting the silence stretch between us. Somehow, I don't feel like being the one who has to break it. “Jocelyn Valdez must be killed at the summit.” My head jerks back after he finally speaks. “At the summit? That's risky.” “She must die before the summit ends,” he insists coldly. “We must make sure she never leaves Nightfall alive.”

"Yes, and I'll come by every day with a new letter until I get to leave with the cauldron." Ellen could not help the tears that welled up in her eyes. "Okay. I wish you all the best." Wilbur wandered around for a bit after leaving the museum, before checking into a nearby hotel. Just as he had set his bags down, his phone rang with a call from Beverly. "Hello, Beverly? Is anything the matter?" "I'm afraid so, Deacon Penn. Jiro from Cherrytopia was killed last night. The murder was a swift one, killing him in one hit. The investigation shows that Jiro had not made any enemies before his death, and you were the last person he met with. So…"