Jack The Ripper Novels & Stories

“No one wants to be out. Not even the undead.” Aaron nodded in agreement, though it wasn’t the weather that had him convinced they were on yet another futile mission—it was the lack of any sort of trail to begin with. The Ripper—Jack, as the newspapers had taken to calling him after a letter bearing the entire pseudonym had allegedly shown up—was taunting them, as he had been since they first heard of him last September. Now, four months later, they had at least four new bodies to attribute to him, possibly more. Without more evidence or someone willing to talk, they had little to go on. Even manning the stations Ward had assigned to them did little to produce the results they desperately ne

He clutched the backpack strap so tightly, if it had been stone, it might’ve crumbled. How could she stand to even spend one moment in Slate’s presence? He was such a jerk! Everyone knew that. Even people who had never met him but went to school with Jack knew about the infamous Slate Bose, womanizer, lawbreaker, possible murderer. Jack was pretty sure that Everly was not the first human he’d gone after in an attempt to taste the blood of a beautiful woman. The idea of him sitting close to her and schmoozing her made Jack simultaneously want to throw up and also want to punch Slate in the face.

Lelaki itu menganggap semua hanya sebagai candaan. "Eh, tapi coass yang baru juga cakep-cakep. Lu gak minat, Jack?" "Buat kalian aja, deh. Gue tau lu semua pada suka yang daun muda." "Bagus kalau gitu, Jack. Saingan kita berkurang. Ya gak?" "Bener, tuh. Kalau semua digebet sama si Jack, kita kebagian sisanya. Untung dia anak baik." Janu tak terlalu memerhatikan apa yang dibicarakan oleh teman-temannya. Matanya kembali fokus menatap gadis itu, yang malam ini terlihat memukau dengan gaun berwarna merah.

he asked Karen "Last week while I was still in New Zealand for work" "Yeah and me too last week " I added "Well according to the autopsy no injuries just a bite mark , no blood found her blood had been drained" he said as Karen held her hands over her mouth and muffled a few words obviously in shock " I fucking New it that bastard killed my mum that fucking bastard I'm gonna hunt you down" I yelled "Do you by any chance know anything about her death?" The police man asked "I'm Detective Vanessa I work for the FBI In Newyork to he precise in Newyork these same thing had been happening and I'm the case was handed over to me , I kept on receiving threat notes from the person " I said finally in

The guard greeted him back. Jack said, " Sir, i need to talk to you something. " Guard asked him very politely, " What do you want to talk? " " I want to ask about that.... " Jack could not complete his sentence and the guard said, " If you want to talk about that day. Then, i have one advice for you. Please, stay away from this because the one who murdered him is very dangerous. He is not a normal human being. In fact, he is a blood sucker. He ripped the veins of the professor's neck and sucked his blood. He was very furious. "

“I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games . . . My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance.” —Jack The Ripper.

That was why he thought he could get away with what he tried next. Jack looked Lisa in the eye, wishing she'd understand what he was about to do next. "Work with me baby," he kept saying to himself as he looked at her. Then he cocked his head to the right, ever so slightly, willing her to move when he was ready. She looked like she got the message so he reached for his pocket. But instead of moving her head, Lisa moved abruptly and bit Randy's arm, still affording Jack the same opportunity he was looking for. Randy was distracted for a minute and Jack put a bullet right in his right shoulder, causing him to drop his gun and fall to the floor, yelping in pain. Just then, the police cars Jack

"Stopped before the checkpoint. Driver requested visual confirmation that a young male matching Jack's description was present on the estate." I went very still. "He didn't ask for access," Dante continued. "Didn't ask for a meeting. Just confirmation." "Who was driving?" Dante set a photograph on my desk. I looked at it. The image was grainy. Gate camera quality. But the face was clear enough. Older. Sixties perhaps. Heavy set. A scar running from the left ear to the jaw that I recognized not from memory but from a file I had read three weeks ago. A file on Stone City's older criminal network.

when he heard her cries he growled annoyingly. He don't like when women cries and acts all delicate and innocent in front of him, he hates it. As soon as she wore her clothes she hurriedly left his bedroom. "Fucking weakling..." He mumbled after her... Jack was in the living room heading towards the dinning hall as it was almost breakfast time. Jack was a man in his late twenties with tall and build body, black eyes and hair, handsome but equally dangerous as Damian who likes to kill and torture people but with friendly and cool personality unlike Damian who always maintained strictness and discipline around him. He is Damian's right hand man, his friend and most trusted man. He saw the woma

The moment the call connected, a torrent of vicious curses erupted from the other end. "You little shit, you looking to die? Who the fuck told you to bring up my name in the group chat? How dare you provoke me? Looks like you've got a death wish! I've got countless ways to make sure you can't stay in this city another day. You believe me or not?" Jack was a notorious thug in Volaris. He commanded a few hundred men, and rumor had it he already had blood on his hands from past crimes. Everyone in the neighborhood kept their distance. Nobody dared cross him.