Triple Chocolate Cheesecake Murder Novels & Stories

The symbolism was impossible to ignore. "This is already the third incident," Micah said, his face pale. "What the hell is the killer trying to do?" "I think it's pretty obvious," Rita said quietly. "Every single one of them was involved in that food delivery incident." She glanced at me. "Jeremiah, are you sure you don't know what's going on?" I shook my head, but inside, that twisted rush of satisfaction surged again. John was dead. The guy who said I deserved what I got was dead, and he died in a way that matched his sin perfectly.

He called Lucy, then Karen and ask them to meet him at the café. Karen arrived first. “I can’t believe this.” She said sitting down. “Is this a coincidence? Or something else?” “What do you mean?” Craig frowned. “Hal being murdered the day he was supposed to expose us to Adele, it can’t be a coincidence.” “What?” Lucy asked joining them. She was pale and looked scared. “Hal was murdered the day he was to rat us out to Adele, I don’t think it is a coincidence.” Karen repeated. “Did you kill him Craig?”

I saw the smug look on Lucinda’s face as she turned away and walked out of the office. Just as I rounded the corner to go to the kitchen, Lucinda popped out of nowhere like a freaking ghost, sending scary shivers throughout my whole body. “Get to work,” she said calmly with a resting bitch face. I must have angered her very much today, “bake the cake. I will be there to fetch it in three hours.” I nodded my head obediently. Lucinda turned and walked away. I headed to the kitchen and got to work immediately. Making a quick chocolate cookie dough layer, I put oreos on it. Then I made a cheesecake topping with cream cheese, sugar and cream and eggs. When it was smooth, I poured it over the laye

Luna Mary said to me as I faked a smile looking at an excuse for an omelette. ‘Thank you” I said to her digging into the food with a cup of coffee. I watched as everyone ate their food without saying anything, was it because of Aymeric? I watched him while he had his orange juice but suddenly stopped looking at Alpha Charles who seemed alert as well. Aymeric pushed the chair back same with Alpha Charles. ‘Is something wrong?” I asked Aymeric who looked at Alpha Charles. ‘There’s been a murder!” He said his voice a bit shaky as I gasped looking at Aymeric who was already storming out of the dining hall. I quickly grabbed my phone chasing after Aymeric.

"More than two years ago, Madeline threatened me when I disagreed with her plan to hurt Samantha. She forced me to go back to Hawaii and had me guarded so I couldn't escape. When I found a way to escape after her surgery, I went to ask for Dr. Holmes' help but it was too late. Madeline already killed her!" Chester was rendered speechless with her revelation. It never came to his mind that her disappearance was all Madeline's idea. He had never been this enraged in his life. His jaw was clenched as his fingers curled up in a tight fist. "Chester, Dr. Holmes was Madeline's private doctor but she went against her that's why she killed her!" Cheska continued. "She's not just a monster. She's mor

"You made a cake that was created with a toxic poison and tried to kill her, did you not?" Honour’s lips twitched, as if suppressing the urge to smile or frown. Jayme, early this morning, had told me that the cook had been given the cake by Honour . It had to be the cake, as I myself had eaten the meatloaf that the cook had prepared and had not become ill. Honour’s silence pretty much confirmed that he had created the cake with the toxic poison, but we all nonetheless waited for him to speak. I grimaced and sighed, knowing that the longer Honour refused to speak, the more me anger would viciously grow.

"Try that again and I'll burn all your paperwork." The security feeds flicker just for a second showing Lucina watching us from every screen. **Dessert** Course Three: “Chocolate Soufflé with Liquid Gold Center” Lucina digs her spoon into the dessert, releasing a gush of molten gold. "Mmm... just like Arthur used to serve." Damien goes rigid. “The same dessert served the night Arthur poisoned his board.” I stand abruptly, my chair screeching against the marble. "Stop treating me like your property."

“But you don’t get to tell me who I am anymore.” My chest tightened, grief clawing its way up my throat. This wasn’t just a double kill. This was a fvcking triple homicide. Keyu stepped even closer, a sinister smile curling on his lips. “This is how things work now, sweetheart,” he smirked. “I’m thrilled to join.” His voice dripped with mockery as he leaned in. “You’re in Dax’s world. And in his world, everyone pays the price.” His eyes glinted with amusement.

The view I gawked at was spectacular, and I mused and stared at couples making out. I turned to face him. “Yeh, yes?” “You left your smoothie and cheesecake unattended too.” He struck me with that I-know-what-you're-doing look. It's on him to bring a crippled girl to a fun place filled with mostly couples that were laughing, eating, and making out. I raised the cup to my face, shaking it to check the remaining content. “It's almost finished.” “What about the cheesecakes on the table?” Miss B shot me an uptight from across the table.

I closed my eyes, and the image of that poor dead girl filled my mind—her pale skin splattered with thick red blood, her stormy blue eyes wide and bloodshot, staring blankly from the floor. And that smile. That dreadful, terrible smile, still plastered on her face. But it wasn’t the grotesque image of her death that stirred the uneasy tangle in my chest. It was the truth the coroner had revealed: the poisoned dessert hadn’t been the chestnut cake, but the apple pie. My apple pie. That truth, though kept quiet, was undeniable. The real target had been me. Someone wanted me dead—or at the very least, intimidated. It wasn’t the first time. Ever since Jack’s death, there were always whispers in