Jill The Ripper Novels & Stories

My heart slammed hard in my chest and I blinked my eyes rapidly. I jumped as my phone vibrated and my eyes widen knowing that they must have heard the sound from my phone. "Shit," I cussed and began to walk fast only for my hair to be pulled back and my back slammed to the wall. I gasped, struggling to get air into my lungs as strong hands wrapped around my neck. Liam scoffed, standing next to James who still had me pinned to the wall. "I should have known it was you, snicking around and trying to find every ones fucking secret." He sneered and I closed my eyes and opened them back.

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.

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.

But I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to get out. Out of the church, out of this dress, out of this twisted life I had been dragged into. By the time I reached the garden behind the chapel, I was shaking. My hands gripped the railing of the stone balcony and I tried to catch my breath. I heard footsteps behind me. “I said don’t follow me,” I snapped, turning around. But it was Jillian. He looked furious—and yet not at me. “She did this to ruin us,” he said, his voice low, dark. “She planned it.”