Jack The Ripper Fate Go Novels & Stories

He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him. "Here is your money." Abu threw a bag of cash at me. How inhuman is he? Despite everything he did, he feels like it’s okay, he has no shame and he thinks his filthy money is going to cover up for what he did. But thinking about it makes me feel like I’m the murderer, if I didn’t sign that contract, Khalil will be fine. He will be okay, nothing would have happened to me. "Afraah, please leave. It’s getting very late." Abu said

It was nobody’s business. “What is confusing is that nobody has experienced the pull of the fated mate bond in over 20 years, since the onset of the Fated Plague. There have been no documented mate bonds other than chosen bonds.” Dr. Richard said, pulling me from my thoughts. “Daya… we need you to be honest. Do you have a fated mate?” He asked plainly. Can I lie? Clearly, my fated mate is around this pack and doesn’t care about me. He never tried to find me and now he is having sex with other women to torture me.

The worst part was that I had no one in mind—no one to suspect. Clues led me back to Jack, but he didn’t pose any threat after all. He has been out of the country for some time now, and the last I heard, his fiancée had passed away. So who was after my success, after my fame? Something I have worked tirelessly over the years to build, toiled day and night to amass this affluence and reach where I am now.

Something else was happening here. Another one of Cain’s people was in our pack? Just how many had turned on us? There it was again. “Our pack” and “Us.” At this point, there was no denying that I was invested in this pack and the people here. “What’s going on?” I asked, and Kaiden looked at me, his eyes lit with fury. “All of the security footage was wiped for the entire day.” The guard said, his voice shaking. “I want a report on Beta Jackson’s whereabouts for every minute today,” Kaiden demanded, and my eyes widened in surprise. Jackson?

“Did he know it was you?” “I told him when I had his face planted under my boot. He bawled and apologized, but I didn’t care. He was dead to me by then anyway, and I made that crystal clear. I left him there bloody and barely-conscious, and that was it. Never saw the fucker again, never checked in on him. I have no idea if he’s even alive, and I don’t give a good goddamn either way.” “Right.” Jack paused. “You feel at peace about how that all ended?”

How… right it felt! “You mean to tell me it didn’t eat you?” The shock on her face was palpable as though that even made sense. “Eat me?” I mirrored her reaction. “The last time something like that happened, seven people were found mauled in the forest. Only feet remained. I guess the picky bastard isn’t a fan of feet.” The image she painted in my mind both scared the shit out of me and made me want to laugh. The idea of seven pairs of feet being found in the murder scene just made me want to laugh.

He forked in three bites, washed them with water, then stood and shrugged into his jacket. “Try not to kill anyone at a cultural institution,” Terri called after him. “No promises,” he said. The corridor to the lift was empty. The doors opened on a chime. As the cab began to descend, Jack’s phone vibrated again—Unknown. He answered. “McCormack.” Silence. Then a voice, low and almost bored, rolled through the wire. “Tick.” The line died. Jack stared at his reflection in the lift’s stainless steel—eyes that hadn’t slept, a mouth that had forgotten laughter, a man hollowed to the point he made a good vessel.

I stared blankly at the photo until Jake finally forced the words. “Ryan, was Jackla’s fiancé,” Jake said quietly, sealing the trap around us. “On the very day he was slaughtered, he was standing at the altar, about to marry her.” A dark, humorless laugh choked in my throat. I had slaughtered my own wife’s fiancé. The cruel irony of the universe was absolute poetry. “Which means only one thing,” I whispered, the crushing weight of the revelation settling heavily into the marrow of my bones. “Jackla could be a werewolf hunter too,” Jake chipped in, his words dropping like lead weights into the silence. “And she was probably directly involved in your father’s execution.”

Eye patch stormed towards me and I screamed backing away. "Nobody is cutting off anybody's fingers Ripper, she's doing this on purpose, don't let her get to you." I scoffed internally, he talked as if I enjoyed threats of rape and death. "No bad deed goes unpunished, your time is numbered, eventually you'll pay for your crimes and I'll be a free woman. Believe me when I say there will be no happy ending for you guys after this is all over." A bone in Casper's jaw twitched and Ripper looked even angrier than before, I smirked, knowing what I had said imprinted itself in their minds.

"I had being married to your father for ten years but he never mentioned to me that he was involved in a mafia business but one day, Jake who is also involved in the mafia and who was your father's friend at that time came to our house, claiming your father had caused the death of his whole family so he had come that night to avenge his family. You were not with us that night since you had gone to spend the day with your friend. Your father tried to beg him to forgive him but he never denied the accusations which made me realize your father was not the man I thought I had married. Of course, Jake did not listen to your father's pleads and shot him an.. and after killing your dad, he raped me