Novel & Cerita Jocelyn Flores' Death Note

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.

sorry pretty boy, I can't do that" then everything went black. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Florest POV Shit, I must have fallen asleep. Why did I fall, I groaned inwardly I was just supposed to fake faint for a little while. i guess I was really tired for me to sleep in the process. Breathing tentatively, I don't want anyone to know I'm awake. I opened my eyes in slits to see what's going on, she saw two females talking at the other side of the room, they are wearing white labcoat so she can assume they are doctors.

Everyone just simply chalked everything that is happening, just simply a bad day. “.…Madam…The Loxor Family…just died a few minutes ago…it was said because of a fire incident…apparently the entire house were burn to the ground and no one survived…the City guards just closed the investigation..”.(Agent Flora) Flora walks into her superior office with a rather nonchalant expression, inside the office, there is Sir Joseph as well, seated in front of Marisko desk. And right now, Joseph faces were just filled with panicked expression and his back were drench with cold sweat.

Then I see her. Flo is lying on her back in the snow, blood blooming against the white. A single, brutal bullet hole sits in the centre of her forehead. Her glasses are crooked, one lens shattered. Her eyes are wide open, staring at nothing. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no—" My knees hit the ground beside her. She's gone. Someone is crying and someone else is yelling for help that's already too late. A shadow falls over me, and I turn to look at him. It's Kaziel. He looks devastated.

Professor Jones says, and I bite the inside of my cheek as I offer a small smile. “Do you two know each other?” Jagger asks, and Professor Jones nods with a small smile as his eyes move from me to Jagger. He is adding two plus two. “Miss Flores here is one of my best students. She has a bright future ahead of her, and I was hoping she wouldn’t be corrupted by people like you or Cornelius,” Professor Jones says, and I watch as Jagger leans forward on the chair and stands up. Both men stand face to face, and Professor Jones takes a step back as if he can feel the danger.

I opened my mouth— BZZZ. My phone vibrated against the wooden bedstead. I reached for it, and the moment the screen lit up, all the color drained from my face. I turned my head slowly, looking at Flora as my voice dropped to a whisper. “Justin is dead.”

"So what? Eloise needed money, and you thought it was fine to send her to Oliver to be tortured for his amusement? You put her in danger for a few bills?" Flora’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, she looked like she might say something in defense. But Rachael wasn’t done yet. She leaned in closer, her words laced with venom. "Let me tell you a secret," Rachael whispered, her voice dangerously soft. "Eloise drowned in that room. There was a problem with the water container. It wouldn't open." Flora’s body stiffened. Her face went ashen, and she took an instinctive step back. Her mouth went dry, and she felt cold sweat running down her back.

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.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

She can't help but cry once more. THE stunning flowers in his rest house's garden astounded Cuhen. This was his perfect sanctuary with his beloved fiancée, Florae. Until Don Hernandez murdered his mother and fiancée, Florae. He'll never forgive the old man, and he'll seek even more restitution for what he's taken from him. He was not in the Philippines when his mother and fiancee were murdered. Her mother was hit twice in the chest. Meanwhile, three blows to his fiancée's head; their wedding was only two weeks away. Fuck!