Jocelyn Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I said out loud and heard Alarick chuckle. “Told you we don’t do that,” he replied and continue walking until we reach a big house. The three of us stopped and Convel walked past me to open the door. Alarick motioned his hand to let me in first, I am now having a lot of thought about what might happen inside. When I entered the house, I saw a lot of females walking around and aiding werewolves laying on the bed. The house looked like a room for aiding the wounded.

Miles coughed from the dust particles and turned around to the entrance. The door was shattered into prices and behind the dust that came as the effect, Jocelyn stood there with a revolver in her hand. “Look who has joined the party. Welcome, Jocelyn ” She stepped back and laughed evilly. Her knuckles cracked and so did her neck. She stretched out and pulled out her trigger. “Miles, are you okay?” She swiftly ran over to him and helped him up. After a series of checking, she stood in front of him to see the psycho lady.

She said sternly, without saying anything else. “They are here because they are my guests. Charles attacked them out in the woods with a bunch of rogues. They are dead. Ethan is Jess’s sister, and they are here to try to help solve the omega situation.” “Darius, we have told you the omegas are not our problem. And I might ask why one is standing next to you as your equal.” Jolon hissed at me. “Because I am his mate.” Jocelyn stated as a matter of fact. That was my girl. It took everything I had not to laugh because the look on all of their faces was priceless. Jolon looked disgusted.

By then, it was too late and our allies killed Zahn. Jocelyn’s scars, both physical and mental, will never completely go away. Her wolf was gone for a long time and even now, I understand that her shifts are extremely painful. I see him keeping tabs on Jocelyn just like I’m keeping tabs on Margot. “How is that going?” I ask him. “Slowly, but I’ll take slowly over not at all. How about you?” he asks. “Same, but I feel like we’re on the cusp of having an important breakthrough. Some days it’s harder than others to be patient, you know?” I ask him.

We all sat in our sitting room, every single body that knew about our secret. Jocelyn, Zion, Hope, and Zack Walker. Solomon and I were telling them about the vampire hunter and about him being our biology teacher. We were grateful because today was a Saturday, meaning there was no school.

Her standing mirror caught her attention, and she begun admiring herself, namely, her body shape. “Now, aren't you a woman!” she exclaimed like a baby, even said those words the way one says to a little child, “Now, aren't you a good child!” She picked up her headset on a table close by, wore it on, before sitting to eat. Twenty minutes of slow munching, Joce was finally done eating. Too tired to get some water for proper digestion, she cuddled herself up and slept off. * * * Behind a tree, opposite the Simpsons, stood someone lurking behind the shades. He gritted his teeth in utmost disappointment, after hearing what Jocelyn had declared before entering the house.

Why would they want to get rid of her? Did someone find out about the stolen objects? She wondered. But how was that possible? If someone did find out, then they would have told the head Butler. Yet, that person remained quiet. Gulping hard, Jocelyn proceeded to walk towards the living room. I should watch some television series to get my mind off things. The house was eerily silent. Upon stepping into the living room, even the large mansion felt quite claustrophobic. Jocelyn shivered when a cold wind swept by and she pulled her jacket closer. Taking the remote, she turned on the television and tuned into a local drama channel.

Her gorgeous eyes turned to mine and she swallowed. "Oh it's a long story" She said looking down at her plate. I placed my hand on top of hers and felt the amazing sparks. Her head popped back up and held my gaze. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked" I apologized. "No it's okay really. I was walking home in the rain and was struck by lightning when I was in high school" She said. "Wow you're lucky to be alive" Paul said and Jocelyn nodded her head. "Yeah I really am" She said finally tearing her eyes away from me. Jocelyn reluctantly pulled her hand away from mine and we all went back to eating out dinners.

she said as she freed Glinda as well. I didn't ask questions, but I could tell she was being sincere. “Go to your left; they are by the right,” she added, and I walked toward the door, still looking back at her as Glinda was already by the door asking me to hurry. “And yes, I'm Jocelyn. I'm sorry for what I did,” she added before she raised the knife and stabbed it in her stomach. I screamed but didn't make a noise as Glinda held my mouth in time.

In the rain, a figure emerged. It was Jocelyn, but something was wrong. She wasn't walking forward. Instead, she was stumbling back. Her eyes were wide, staring straight ahead, as if she had seen something terrifying. Everyone turned to look in confusion. Then, as Jocelyn continued retreating, they saw it. A red spear, pressed firmly against her chest, was forcing her back inside.