Jocelyn Walking Dead Novels & Stories

There wasn’t enough to hurt him the way the silver room in the packhouse did, but it was enough to bring him to his knees as he helplessly watched them pick her up. “What are you doing? Where are you taking her?” he growled, clutching his cracked ribs. Jocelyn turned on her heels and marched up to his door. One of the witches, the same one that had dropped the boulder onto Colin’s back, followed with a stony glare. “I would never hurt my granddaughter, Mr. Lucin,” Jocelyn said with a tight smile on her thin lips; she enjoyed the shock on his pained face. “But you on the other hand? Look at yourself! You can’t even control your own shifting!”

That way, Jocelyn didn't have to act sweet in front of Shawn. "Clever boy," Jocelyn praised. When Jocelyn still did not see the expression on Shawn's face, Jocelyn stepped closer to Shawn. "I'm Jocelyn Andrea. The family side from the two victims whose cars you hit that night, causing one of them to lose his life."

“W-what woman?” “Jocelyn Valdez. The one you cry for at night. She lives and breathes among rogues.” I gasp, my head spinning in fast, dizzying circles. The creature just keeps watching me, as if it didn't just say something that froze all the blood in my veins. My arm feels like it's set on fire, and even though I'm here, staring face to face with the possibility of my death, all I can think about is Jocelyn.

“You are nothing like your father described. He said you were just an older version of Marta. Sure, she hasn’t filled out yet, but when she does, she’ll be the full package. Maybe I should have waited.” The sound of my slap cracks through the air. Glynn stumbles back, his teeth elongating into jagged points, breath heaving. I had confused him. I brace myself, my energy crackling in response. I might be weak now, but if he comes at me, he will regret it. I am my father’s daughter. His voice slices through the tension, loud enough for onlookers to hear. “Go home, Jocelyn.” His words drip with venom.

In the werewolf's mouth, he scolded, just went to the cave, saw Jenny standing at the door, instantly looked like a ghost, "Damn it, why are you still alive???" Jenny: "...." She raised her head a little nervously, seeing the figure of a werewolf in front of her. That young werewolf was the werewolf who carried 300 pounds of jelly salt to the Well tribe and brought her here. But the werewolves all saw her as a tool and never told her their names. Jenny clenched her fist, curled the corner of her lips, "Yes, I don't know why I'm still alive..." Even though she said that with her mouth, she was still thinking in her heart...

“That’s me.” The older officer nods politely. “We just have a few questions concerning a death.” My stomach drops instantly. “A death? What death?” The officers exchange a brief look before the younger one answers. “This afternoon, Jocelyn was found dead inside her prison cabin.” Shock ripples through the entire table, because what the hell? She seemed fine after we talked to her that day. The officer continues, “According to the visitor logs, you and Miss Lilly Wood were the last people to visit her.”

Few minutes later, the call ended and Jocelyn walked to her wardrobe to choose her outfit for the big day. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 Next episode loading...