Triple Chocolate Cheesecake Murder Novels & Stories

I quirked an eyebrow, all the while thinking of the police and telling him that I had a stalker. "There were only two items in Monique's Bakery that had the ingredient dark Chocolate in it. One of them was a shake and the other one was a muffin. Me and the guys had already ordered our drinks so I ordered the muffin. That's how I knew it was your favorite item on the menu. Like I said, it wasn't just a lucky guess!" His green eyes were so sincere that I wanted to forget everything and jump into his arms. That clears everything. Proximity to Harper damages my brain's capacity to reason.

I relaxed back against my seat, long time done with my meal, and avoided everyone's eyes although the pressure to look at him was too strong, I stood my ground. After a little while of conversations between Jaimie and Jacob's uncle, and sometimes Jacob when he was asked a question, the servants came in to clear out the meal and serve dessert. The smell of blood reached my nostrils as a miniature blood fountain was whisked out from the door connecting the kitchens to the dining hall. I grimaced as it was placed in front at the center of the table towards me. I was just about commenting on it when a heavily frosted chocolate cake with a cherry on top was placed in front of me and I looked up j

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?”

"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.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Zayne then replied angrily, "No." Jay was too lazy to be bothered by Zayne and directly instructed Grayson, "Grayson, check the security footage immediately. I want to know who brought over this matcha cake." "Yes." Grayson turned around and walked out. Zayne glared at Jay angrily. Jay said softly, "Angeline's death wasn't an accident. There was someone who murdered her deliberately." Zayne was indignant. "Who else other than you?"

I could live my whole life on this amazing cheesecake. She fixed a piece of chocolate cake for her and poured a couple of glasses of cold milk. Again, how does she know that ice-cold plain milk is my absolute favorite? Maximus was dancing around with a big grin. I had to reprimand him. “Stop it you fool, she is not our fated mate, and we chose her sister. That is impossible.”

"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."