Jack The Ripper Fate Go Novels & Stories

“Actually… he’s okay. We’ve got a lot of the pack—including the doctor on-call—under command. Caron and Vincent helped me wake Drake. But we’re keeping it a secret until we catch the killer.” I hear her gasp but she stays silent, so I keep going. “The magic the killer used was strong. We questioned over 300 men who fit the profile. Everyone’s cleared—except one. But… he’s supposedly dying, so it can’t be him.” “Dying how?” Angie cuts in. “Cancer? I don’t know his name. But apparently, he’s been sick for a while—and the doctor backed his story. So we’re stuck. No idea what to do next.”

“Those ‘monsters’ in black suits…and those crazed cops…they’ve sealed off the whole of New York! I…cough…I can’t hold on much longer!” Jack’s heart sank. Victor, the former leader of the “Bloodfang” gang, the man who should have vanished in the “Global Storm,” was still in the city. "Where are you?!" "Where am I? I'm cleaning up your mess!" Victor roared. "How far do you think your pink 'turtle shell' (he was obviously referring to the Pink Hellfire) could go?! That son of a bitch 'The Clockmaker' sold your GPS signal to all the gangsters in New York before you even went into the tunnel! Now the entire dock area is full of rabid dogs waiting to collect their bounty!"

No time to stop her. By the time people reacted, Jack was already on the ground, bleeding out fast. They called an ambulance, but it didn't matter. The blade was custom—razor-sharp, meant to cut deep. And it did. He didn't even make it to the hospital. One second he was alive, the next... gone. It all happened so fast, my brain couldn't catch up. Not until the court transferred Jack's entire estate to me. And Linda? She was cuffed on the spot. Sentenced to death a month later.

I sneered, "You've lived two lives already, but you're still…just as stupid." Mona's face went completely white. When I transferred 20 dollars to her before, she probably wasn't fully sure that I had been reborn, too. But now, she was sure. Her reckoning had finally arrived this time. One month later, Ramsey Group completely collapsed. My father was restricted from high spending due to debt issues, and Mona was sentenced for multiple crimes. As for me? I stood on the top floor of the Whites Group, overlooking the entire city. Jonah wrapped his arms around me from behind and chuckled softly.

and I'm pleased Jack caught me because of it. "You're not my pack," Arthur declares. "I was born here," Jack responds. "I'm a dark moon alpha as much as any man here." "And what are you going to do with her?" Lucas asks Jack pulls me up by reaching down and his eyes narrow. As he looked about at the other men—all of whom were nude, dripping with perspiration, and ready for even the tiniest opportunity to sink their teeth into both of us—he wrapped an arm around me while sticking out his other hand's claws.

Jack shakes his head. “Listen to me…” “No.” I cut him off. “I remember Mom and Dad telling you the same thing. And you refused to stop being friends with Clinton.” Jack drops onto the bed. “Well, I regret that decision now.” I roll my eyes. “Clinton isn’t responsible for Lily’s disappearance. You know that.” I say. Jack looks at me carefully. “If you care so much about Clinton,” he says slowly, “then you shouldn’t be thinking about stealing his girl.”

He's already slept with Sienna! In my previous life, I was frightened by these messages that seemed to come from an omniscient perspective. I thought they were warnings from fate itself. Hence, I publicly humiliated Drake and chose Callum Lockwood, who stood in the corner. Less than a year after the wedding, Callum started slipping slow-acting poison into my food and drinks, leaving me paralyzed and bedridden. Meanwhile, the fake heiress, Sienna Harlow, took all the family's assets with a forged will. She even slept with Callum right in front of me.

he said, "passed to Kenneth this morning. He brought it to me this afternoon." I read the relevant line again. Movement confirmed. Package still viable. J. coordinates received. Package. I folded the paper again slowly. "He knows I am alive," I said. I exhaled through my nose, forcing my hands to stay relaxed at my sides. I had known, in the back of my mind, that this was coming. Matthew was not the kind of man who let things go. He had dismantled my family with patience and strategy, and he had waited years to consolidate what he took. Finding out that the girl he had ordered killed was not only alive but sitting in a rival Alpha's territory would not go unanswered.

No one, except maybe Theo and Nia, is on my side. Council aside, my biggest threat is Mattia Bianchi, an alpha in Italy with ties to nobility. It was Crim Daggon, one of the lunas who knew the details of Mattia and my parents. There was a time when they were the greatest allies. Friends. Family even. Though a vast ocean separated them, it only strengthened their support for one another. Crim was unsure of exactly why their relationship crumbled like dried dirt between your fingers, but she could confirm the Bianchi wolf pack intends on making good on their vendetta against my family. If left up to them, the Crescent Moon Pack will cease to exist.

“Give me a minute and we’ll get to the questions.” She took a deep breath. “Two of our pride members were attacked and killed last night and a third is missing.” Gasps and whimpers along with a few shouts spread through the people. “Everyone quiet down, please. I’m hoping whoever committed this crime isn’t one of us, but you never know anymore.” She paused to give time to anyone who’d like to confess. Like that was going to happen. A male voice spoke up. “How do we know one of the dogs didn’t kill ‘em?”