Jocelyn Flores' Death Note Novels & Stories

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

“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

“I’m sorry. I promise, no one knows. She has no proof. It’s just that nothing is working and I need to have a good launch. This is also for you and me, Andrew. Please….” She scrambles to pick up the papers, and I get there before her. I crumple the designs away from her hands but that’s when I notice the notes written on the back of one of the designs. My body freezes. These are Flora’s notes… right? So why do they look familiar? Why does the handwriting look like it belongs to someone else? Why does do the notes look like they were written by Melissa?

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…"

The name still brought a wave of anger and protectiveness crashing over me. The news continued, a grim recitation of facts. "Police say Caldwell ended his life by ingesting a silver cleaner. He left a note confessing to the assault on Mr. Adrian Gabriel Raines and to the murder of Sandra Lewis, his former girlfriend. The note also revealed the location where he buried Miss Lewis' body. Police have recovered the body and are working to return her to her family for a proper burial." The words swam before my eyes. Jace was dead. He confessed. Sandra… they found Sandra.