Jill The Ripper Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” “That bunny is so cute, even I could not keep my eyes off of her. Of course the elderly would like obedient-looking girls!’ Then, he glanced coolly at Jill’s clothes. “Did you think the old man would like someone dressed like you??” “Pfft, who cares if he likes me or not!?” Jill spoke disdainfully. “I won’t be like Sally Summers, deliberately dressing up like a good girl to please the elderly.” “Disgusting! Cunning b*tch!”

Rill, coughing before he said, "Let me do it. For the last time, I will finish her off!" The people on this room exchanging their gaze before Hill nodded his head and throw a knife to him. "I understand. Then Zill and I will prepare everything. Bill, you guard the entrance. The other lizards are on the way here." Rill holds the knife and enter the room with confidence. "Something was wrong with him," Bill said to his allies. His unmasked face look wrinkled. There is a scar in his left cheek, "Rill never has courage to hurt a fly. Let alone kill a defenseless woman."

"Rachel," Jilly called out the name on the list she held in her hand. It was listed on the paper clipped to the writing board. "Presence." Jilly looked up at the voice and smirked. "You're hard to get rid of, huh?" She asked the girl. Her case was not that different from Jilly's. Marcus found her and brought her in. The difference is, she's more like Katherine than Jilly. So, it's either she dead or dedicated her life to the mafia world which she soon to be discovered if she passed through all the training.

When the police were distracted, she pulled out a knife she had been hiding and stabbed Jonathan in the heart. "You son of a bitch! It's all your fault! Everything is your fault! Felix wouldn't have left me if it weren't for you. Dunn Group would still be standing too!" She cackled wildly before continuing, "Die! Everyone should die!" Jonathan passed away after failing to be resuscitated. Meanwhile, Jillian was locked in a mental asylum after experiencing a total mental breakdown. Truth be told, I never expected them to meet such tragic ends. But aside from feeling a little sad, I didn't feel too strongly about their predicaments.

she sobs, moving toward her friend. Amanda lays limp, claws and bite marks evident in her torn skin and a frozen mask of horror on her face. Jill sobs as she lifts her friend’s dead form into her lap. “No!” she wails, the sound breaking my heart. I kneel beside her, pushing a lock of hair from her face. “Jill, what happened? Who did this?” She finally looks up at me, her eyes full of anguish and fury. “Rogues.” Anger heats my entire body as my wolf growls in response. I shouldn’t have left her alone. Even if she hadn’t wanted me there, I should’ve instructed someone to guard her. How was I supposed to know they would target her again? Why were they targeting her?

"Why did you kill people you didn't know well? What's your motive?" Then Jill hissed sarcastically. "Should we have a reason for that?" Her eyes stared wide at Nicholas; displeased. "I hate them all because they're arrogant." But both Nicholas and Noel frowned, not understanding. "They look down on me just because I'm a beggar," Jill snapped in a high tone of voice. "If only you had seen when those people kicked me and abused me with hurtful words. I think you would understand." "But how did you kill them all? Not even your fingerprints were there?" The bright brown-eyed detective leaned toward Jill. "You're just getting paid to do this, aren't you? To lie like this?"

Jill lunged towards the sink, scooping up an ultra sharp carving knife that she had used earlier on to slice an onion for breakfast. As Larry straightened up, aiming the gun in her direction, Jill grabbed the man in the dark suit, dragging him in front of her as she pressed the carving knife to his throat. “Put the gun down honey,” Jill calmly told her ‘husband’ with a forced smile. “No, I think you should drop the knife darling,” he replied, his gun now pointed straight at Jill’s face. Jill pressed the tip of her knife into the goon’s throat, drawing a pinprick of blood. “Drop it, or he dies.”

Until she lost her consciousness and everything went black. “Ma’am, Freea is here,” one of the man reported to the old woman name Kelly Park. Kelly turned around then smiled. “Is she alone?” “Yes, ma’am. She came here alone.” “Good.” Kelly tilted her head back to the little girl. Jill had her lifeless eyes opened, like an oasis in the dessert that shows no color or emotion. She resembled a doll with strings around her whole body. “I told you. Your pretty face belongs to my collection,” the crazy woman murmured while caressing Jill’s cheek as if she’s holding a delicate glass. “Put this kid back to the room,” she asked the men. “Don’t you ever leave any scar on her body.”

Joplin nodded, “though we know that Jack does not feed off of his victims to the extent one would expect from a typical Vampire. He seems to be more fascinated with both the hunt and the dissection, at least in most of these cases, so it might just be that stopping the heart before he makes his incisions gives him a cleaner work area if you will.” That explanation seemed reasonable to Aaron, and while he still wasn’t sure what to make of the newbie, he could see why Ward had brought him in. He certainly seemed to know what he was talking about when it came to medical information. “Thank you, Jamie,” Ward said with a smile and a nod. “I think it is fair to say, then, that the Ripper was in th

She spoke to their tombstones, vulnerable. Then a man grabbed her, dragging her to a dark corner. Jill appeared, directing a group of people to assault Lillian, holding a pill that she tried to force Lillian to swallow. Lillian's desperate struggle was gut-wrenching. Then Elton appeared in the frame. Jill instantly played the victim, making it look like she was being attacked. Elton fought the men off and, without hesitation, slapped Lillian. The video ended with him carrying Jill away while Lillian clutched her torn clothes and passed out.