Jocelyn Flores' Death Note Novels & Stories

Waylon squinted and nodded after a while. “I’ll remind her to be more careful.” The next day, Joaqin learned that Florence had died in an accident, and his face turned pale instantly. He was stunned on the bed and was unable to speak for a long time. Sunny patted him on the shoulder. “My condolences.” Joaqin could not hide his grief, and his expression looked gloomy. “I didn’t expect my connivance would kill my daughter eventually.”

They are acutely aware that this moment is among the last they will ever share with her, and the thought is too unbearable to comprehend. Finally, Dean begins to regain his composure. He deliberately records the time of death, then makes a call to the in-house doctor to convey the tragic news. Moments later, the doctor arrives and, after a brief examination, confirms what Dean and Caleb already dreadfully know: Jovielyn has passed away.

“So you mean that we bury her with something far worse.” Don J nodded slowly. “Precisely. And I have the perfect person in mind that can help us. Senator Jones’s wife. Mirabel Jones. With her help, I believe we can finally obliterate Flora”

As they continued on their way to the restaurant Harry had reserved for breakfast, the cell phone in her bag vibrated, prompting her to open it. It just so happened that Clarice wasn't holding Axcel at that moment because Axcel was in Flora's arms. She was free to look at her phone too without Joshua being unable to see the contents as well. Her eyebrows furrowed when she got a text message and also a multimedia message from a number she didn't recognize. But her expression immediately disappeared when the contents of the message were written: "Don't make any expression if you want to know about Joel's death and open my multimedia message."

Over in the room on the second floor, Jonathan had already let go of Rose's shoulder. Under the cover of darkness, his sharp gaze was fixed on her. Based on the information Zac gave him last night, Celeste died in a traffic accident ten years ago. It was classified as an accident. Jonathan wondered if there had been another reason behind Celeste's death. Did Rose come to see him to find out more about her mother's death? Was it not for Nixon's sake? The long silence made Rose anxious.

Selene approached it slowly, dread pooling in her stomach. Her pulse thundered. “Don’t be dramatic,” she muttered to herself. She untied the ribbon. Lifted the lid. Inside were flowers. Black roses. Not dyed, perfectly preserved. Dozens of them, their petals deep as midnight, arranged with precise care. Beautiful and deeply, profoundly wrong. Her stomach dropped. Nestled among the petals was a folded note. The handwriting was neat. Precise. She read it once. Then again. Then a third time, because her brain refused to accept it.

I stood up and went to the living room. When I got out of college I didn't look at either Jinni or Loren afterward. I appreciated it a bit. As I walked home hugging myself from the cold, I thought about the things that have happened: Max's notebook, Dalton's pistol caps ... they had my head in a mess. I felt around my bag and pulled out the card with the officer's number. Homicide. Who could have such a twisted mind to murder someone? And especially just a college boy. It was true that Max had many friends, but also enemies.

But to avoid irritating Caitlyn Christian, I haven't told her about it yet. Looking at her anxious appearance, I thought for a while and said to her, "The situation is not clear yet, but I think he must still love you in his heart. It's just... I recently discovered something. Why does Cody want Flora and Leo together so much, do you know?" "Isn't he still in love with Ida?" Caitlyn Christian asked me in a puzzled tone. It seemed that she didn't know. I hurried to tell her, "Before I went to Cody's house, I looked for his information and found that the death of Flora's father, Carl, was related to him. It can even be said that he killed Carl. Do you know this? "

Cyrene remarked. *** Cyrene’s POV I told her what Jocelyn confessed to me during that ‘unprecedented live confession’ of hers in social media while I attempted to live stream a book review of mine in a particular novel. It ended up disastrous on that very day. Really disastrous—two accidents occurred in a single day and I was having a hard time pondering if it’s purely coincidental or just unfeigned karma to Jocelyn Angeles, the former Mrs. Gray. This place is quiet, obviously. This is a goddamn cemetery, of course. Me and Minerva’s voice are the only thing that echoed aside from the deafening silence.

Victoria cleared her throat and asked, "Can I ask you something? What's the progress on your father's case?" "Not much," I replied, taking a sip from my cup. "It's become clear that the incident had nothing to do with my father's coffin." "I knew it! I think Jeniece had something to do with it," Victoria exclaimed. "The other night, I took out my coat from the cupboard, and it was the same one I wore at your father's funeral." "I found a flower inside it. Jeniece had mentioned it to me before, and I suspect she placed it there to cause this chaos. This flower is known as the bloom of the dead!