Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder Novels & Stories

A tray was set on my bed, with a mug of hot chocolate and some cookies, my favourite comfort food. I walk over to the plate and pick up the mug of hot chocolate, and sniff it before finally taking a sip of it. A deep sigh leaves my mouth, this is the real haven. But who kept it here, Uncle? but wasn't he out of town trying to arrange a meeting with Mr Melson? when I look at the tray I see a note under the cookie, I pick it up to read. " for the chipmunk who was sulking a few minutes ago, princess finish it while it's hot," my heart starts to pick up speed. who the hell told him about my favourite food?

When I bit into the cherry pie and found the hidden gold coin, I spat it straight into the trash. In my previous life, Clark Mercer, the Family's underboss, had made a joke at his private party. Whoever found the gold coin in their pie could be his girlfriend for a month. I wanted an excuse to stay by his side, so I bribed the chef to mark the right slice and made sure I got it. Within that month, I got pregnant with his child and used the pregnancy to get him to marry me. But after giving birth, my health declined rapidly. Within a year, the doctors told me I was dying. On my deathbed, Clark held my hand. "Your sister and I were the ones truly in love. The whole game was just an excuse so I

While the beef was in the pressure cooker, Taylor made cookie batter. An hour later, the walnut beef stew was ready, and Taylor had already baked two batches of chocolate pistachio cookies. He was smiling as he took out the cookie tray from the oven, but when he turned to the nook table, he was shocked to see that the first tray of cookies was all gone! Charlie was munching on one, saying, “It’s so yummy, Babe!” “Charlie!” Taylor scolded. “Those were for your family!” “What?” Charlie reacted, still munching. “So, my family can have cookies, and I can’t?”

I was still trying to come up with the right words to tell her when Allison came to my rescue and saved the day, "Daddy will be back soon, baby." "I have a new cookie recipe I want to try out today. Want to help me bake?" "Yes!" Sophia jumped at the idea of baking with Allison immediately, forgetting the dangerous question she had asked seconds ago. A mouthed a 'thank-you' to Allison. "Bye, angel." I left before Sophia would come up with more questions. Charles was waiting outside, ready. I needed to see the stranger's autopsy results for myself before taking further actions with the case.

“Kipnicki and Howser. The two biggest mouths on the force. If brains was chocolates, the two of them combined wouldn't be enough to fill a damn m&m. They spend all of their time talking out their asses.” “Trust me, I noticed.” She tells him with a roll of her eyes. “I find it very crass and unprofessional that they would say, loudly and publicly, that they wish a man would get 'the chair' for murder, when so far he is only being questioned. They shouldn't get to try and sentence a man at his place of business, slandering his name.”

“Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.” She pulled a cookie from the folds of a napkin arranged to keep them warm. “They’re for the person who can’t make up her mind.” Mackenzie studied the cookie as Judi placed it in her hand. “Too bad you can’t do the same thing with men… bake them all into a single cookie, so you don’t have to pick just one.” With her eyes wide, Mackenzie stared at the older woman. “I don’t have any men to pick from.” Judi tucked a stray curl back into her scarf.

Mike nodded. "Yes, Mr. Smith. Vincent Cox is the main suspect in the Donovan family murder case. He killed his wife and Chad in their bedroom and then took their baby. This baby..." Mike explained this to Zach. Zach looked unfazed; he was sure that Vincent wasn't lying. "Vincent wouldn't lie to me. He said that when he arrived, Chad and his wife were dead. He regretted listening to his co-worker's orders asking him to kill, but he didn't have time to do it! "Vincent is not a murderer," said Zach, still adamant. Mike's brow furrowed even more in astonishment.

While the beef was in the pressure cooker, Taylor made cookie batter. An hour later, the walnut beef stew was ready, and Taylor had already baked two batches of chocolate pistachio cookies. He was smiling as he took out the cookie tray from the oven, but when he turned to the nook table, he was shocked to see that the first tray of cookies was all gone! Charlie was munching on one, saying, “It’s so yummy, Babe!” “Charlie!” Taylor scolded. “Those were for your family!” “What?” Charlie reacted, still munching. “So, my family can have cookies, and I can’t?”

He immediately looks back down at the cookie before taking another bite, like he's trying to figure out what changed. “It was you,” he says. I raise a brow. “What?” I ask. “I have been asking Margot to make chocolate chip cookies but something was missing. Have you always made them this way?” he asks. I rest my elbows on the counter. “No, one day you were messing with me in the kitchen and we accidentally knocked some cinnamon into the batter,” I say, unable to stop the smile that tugs at my lips. “That’s it? Cinnamon?” he asks. “Yeah, I seen how much you liked it and I have been putting it in them every time I made them for you,” I say.

What a fucking difficult decision. I bite into another piece, holding my breath to avoid the taste of death. For God's sake, it looks like the devil himself cooked this with his feet. I swallow before I can even chew properly. It's a good thing I don't have neighbors, otherwise prosecution for attempted intoxication would be a certainty. "I'm sure it's just missing sugar. Otherwise, it's great.” "Unbelievable!" she claps more “I’m a cook.” Elena throws her oven mitts on the counter and runs over to me. She throws herself into my lap, and I, fortunately, have to throw the cookie on the floor to catch her. Maybe the radiation will make my entire kitchen uninhabitable.