Jack The Ripper Novels & Stories

I made that mistake before and nearly had my arm ripped off. Something was off, he seemed more feral, wild!. As he swallows the last of the rabbit he mind links me “I know you are watching me” “You are not Max. You are Ripper?” Max had told me that Ripper was a bit of an asshole I feel his laughter in my head, it was a different laugh to what Max had, deeper and breathier. “Well mate, I am impressed” His big brown self sits down in front of me “What happened to Max?”

The blood drained from my face. My heart tightening, making it impossible to breathe… He had slept with half of London, orgies, foursomes, threesomes…he was an alcoholic…reformed at least, a crackhead. Now…a murderer? Jack was a damn killer? I’d been fucking a murderer? All this while? BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!

I asked, looking up at his handsome face. "Yeah, it's okay." He smiled gently at me, his normally expressionless and cold blue eyes looking different as they gazed at me. A warm feeling filled me as I saw him like this. Jack The Ripper? It couldn't be. This man was Nicholas Shaw. He might be a bit cold, arrogant, and annoying, but he wasn't that cold-blooded killer. It couldn't be. But deep down, I knew. I was wrong.

He was undoubtedly the serial killer, and his face was as grotesque as his mask. "You have to make a run for it!" Olivia's voice rang out, clear and sharp. "He's a murderer! He tried to kill me earlier! You need to get away now!" "Keep quiet for now. You should rest for a while. I'll get you home safe and sound later." Olivia, who was a stunning high school student, was wearing the uniform of Jipsfort Premier High School. At that moment, Xavier arrived and noticed Jack lying on the ground. He furrowed his brow and asked, "Is he the serial killer?"

One would think the town would be free of danger considering the large number of powerful wolves because that would mean we can protect ourselves but opposite is the case. Our town and the neighbouring ones has been under the attack of a terror, which is in the form of a werewolf, they call him "the ripper" because he kills werewolves by ripping out their hearts from their bodies. Nobody has seen his face. Nobody knows his identity, except that he is a very powerful werewolf and full of terror. The Alphas attempt to capture "the ripper" over the months has been futile even though he has killed so many werewolves already. Although I left Willow Heights the moment I turned eighteen, I know all

Rarf was just satisfied with everything that was happening, he has finally found me. "You know I wanted to kill you but Rarf said no. Honestly, I don't even know why, you're not that pretty for him plus you're black and you know what happens to black ladies like who huh? Their place is in clubs so they're prostitutes, hoes and harlots." Giorgia laughed hard, wiping a tear from her eye. Rarf looked pissed off at her and a slap landed on her face.

One of those news panels that can’t stop running their mouths about murder cases and conspiracies. “…was definitely gruesome this time around, Scott, but we trust Inspector Jones to identify the culprit before long.” “It’s already been ages, Louis,” another fella cuts in, his voice is deep and tight with nerves. “Instead, it seems like we’ve got another Jack the Ripper on our hands, playing games with the National Crime Agency.” Inspector Jones. That's Cameron.

Luckily, I was already dead. Hadrian paid for the best cemetery plot and buried me there. He came every day to see me. Each time he came, he rambled on at my grave. He said the people who killed me had been caught. It turned out that Irwin had hired them. He told me he had paid handsomely to make sure they were "well taken care of" in prison and that every bit of pain I'd suffered would be repaid a hundredfold. He also said he had sold the entertainment company. Once the contracts were signed, he would come to keep me company.

I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him. I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupin are by far my most favourite ones, me being a fan of mystery thrillers. I am such an addict of criminal profiling that I actually have list and screenshots of wanted criminals or serial killers on my phone. Serial killings were always my favourite ones, as they have something In common and it always piqued my curiosity as to why there are still serial killers like Jack the Ripper or Stripper on lease.

"This isn't a dream. You're awake." "No. This isn't real!" I stood to my feet abruptly, my mate was knocked back. Who was that man,the wolf man?,why did my father and Johnathan kidnapped for money and what did that man mean by he raped jack sister?why did he want to kill me and thinks jack doesn't deserve a mate. "This isn't happening." I stopped, suddenly very tired. "What just happened jack,do you know the man you just killed?"I asked secretly admiring my mate handsome face this close.