Romans & histoires Jill The Ripper

Emilia Cortez murmured in awe, “She is a stunning woman. He sure knows how to pick them.” Jill rolled her eyes just as Olivia walked up to the table, flashing a smile, “Hello.” “You’re late.” Olivia was stunned by the woman’s sudden brashness, “Uhh I had a little— “Just take a sit.” Jill waved her hand dismissively which made Olivia frown deeply. She was scared. These were women who were married to powerful mafia bosses like her husband, but she was no coward in the face of adversity. Jill’s blatant disrespect was bound to make her crack soon enough.

Clara had loved Jillian enough to destroy herself to save them all. Slowly, the grief inside Jillian’s chest began to harden, transforming into a pure, terrifying, and calculated rage. The family thought they had successfully broken the puppet to secure the crown. They thought the fortress was empty. Jillian stood up, the chair sliding back with a sharp, echoing scrape. Jillian picked up the office phone, dialing a direct, private line. "Adonis," Jillian said, the voice dropping to a level of chilling, absolute quiet that made the attorney on the other end instantly alert.

"You could still pass for Sarah's sister, you know." Jill snorted. "Pull the other one." She gazed at him for a long moment, then reached to the waistband of her shorts, loosening the snap, lowering the zip, stepping clear as they fell. Her panties were a wisp of lace and she ripped them off, discarding the ruins. "Right here, Jack, now," she whispered.

Whzzzzzzzzzt! The spear hissed and hit, a knot of noise and force. It punched through Julie’s throat with a wet crunch, the barbs blooming out her nape. Her mouth made an O that was more surprise than pain; she folded like a bad card trick. Her heels knocked a bucket. She went over the rail with a slap and a small cough of blood that looked obscene on daylight water. “Jules?!” Stephanie screamed. “What the—what the hell—” John lowered the empty gun. The face she loved was on it. His eyes were not.

"Honey, look at the video. It was clearly Janice who killed your mother. Jill and I have been falsely accused." The next second, Robert slapped Molly on the face. Jill yelped in fright. Robert turned around and grabbed her by the hair. "You're the witch! You're the one who killed my mother, right? You're a doctor, too! You kept pestering me to hand her surgery to you. You never bothered to study properly. Why did you have to ruin her life? Do you know how important she was to me?!" Everyone was confused as to why Robert got even angrier at Jill after seeing the footage.

I would rather die with a taunt on my lips than give my enemies the satisfaction of seeing me break. “Enough.” Dr Moreau’s voice cut through the haze. “You’re going to kill her before we’ve even started.” Jillian stepped back, breathing hard. She looked half-mad, her hollow eyes blazing with something that wasn’t quite satisfaction. “She won’t stop talking,” Jillian panted. “She’s fucking insane.” So she wanted my fear and trembling? Too bad she wasn’t getting it.

Jill said in a very different voice from his original voice. "You know that man that you're looking for? That a man confessed about him... What was his name again...." Jill said in perfect pretense. " You mean Leo Greene? " The police officer asked. " Ah, yes. I saw him earlier now. He seems like he's wounded and he's headed towards a secluded area. You should go get him fast before he flees again. That man should be killed" Jill said angrily and hung up after giving them the address. _________

She disappeared and the three of them stared at her empty chair. “What?!! Did she just disappear?” Jill shouted in anguish. “Well if you can’t see her than that obviously means…” Olivia said in an awe. “That was a rhetorical question and you don’t answer a rhetorical question,” Jill gritted her teeth. “Ha-ha, good point,” Meredith said with amusement. “This whole thing looks like a plan to get us killed,” Olivia was finding it hard to snap out of the shock. “Yes, about that! Technically I cannot die I am a ghost. I am already dead,” Jill said with a smirk.

Her heart stopped beating for a second, and she felt a strange coldness wash over her skin as she read the words printed in bold black ink. "I am stunned to see the news of the new Queen named Giselle because the picture on this paper looks exactly like the face I see in the mirror every morning. How can there be another woman in the world who has my eyes and my hair and the same mark on her neck that I have lived with all my life?" Jillian said. She stood up and walked closer to the paper, her hand shaking as she touched the drawing of the woman who was standing beside King Jake of the Red Moon Pack. A tall man sitting nearby, who looked like a traveler from the south, noticed her staring a