Novel & Cerita Triple Chocolate Cheesecake Murder

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

“Well, I thought about it long and hard and figured you needed some down home southern cooking.” “Oh?” He clapped his hands together then rubbed them vigorously. “What did you make?” She puffed up with pride, “Listen here young buck, I made succotash, mashed potatoes with gravy, my famous fried chicken, and my decadent supreme cheesecake. Now that bad boy is loaded with walnuts, caramel, chocolate, Oreo crust, and a snickers filling. I do say that’s my best damn creation ever.” Emma Jean laid her hand across her cheek. “Jac why are you trying to kill us?”

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

I whisper; I've been thinking about mom more and more nowadays; I wish she were here to ask all the questions that I have a bubble inside my head, but I got to work with what I got, and that's aunt Bethany. And she disappeared on me when she got a mate. I don't even know where she is, ugh! When I need her the most, she's gone. Putting my bad mood aside, I watch as the pups put together a beautiful meal that I'm sure will fill everyone up; I like the way they serve it, making it a buffet where everyone can go and get their food with no problem, especially the people that I'm sure will go second. The kitchen smelled terrific with all those savory foods I can wait to dig in, precisely the sweet

Callum, Rhiannon, and Brianna were all sitting around the dining table, smiling widely at Vivian and me. I blushed slightly. "I forgot to get a decanter. Could you go and get one from the cellar?" After I had gotten rid of Vivian, I took out another decanter I had prepared earlier and uncorked the wine. I poured out the wine for Callum, Rhiannon, and Brianna, even though I knew that it was filled with poison. I watched them drink it. In the blink of an eye, they fell to the floor, blood gushing out of all the orifices on their faces.

He somehow knew we were friends and plotted to use that knowledge against me. I hated him deeply, almost as much as I hated myself for getting Susie caught up in all this. The empty entrée plates were taken away, and in their place, a desert was brought in. It was cheesecake, smothered in a rich-looking chocolate sauce. If I’d had any appetite at all, I would have gobbled it in a flash. As it was, I was struggling to keep my lunch down.

Chef Smith instructed his assistant. Adam is a newly appointed employee and he is a little timid and shy. No one knows that he is under David's control and mixed poison in that steaming red velvet cake, that was just removed from the oven to kill Thea's baby. Unaware of the poison, the chef prepared the cake to send it to the mansion. David was observing everything through Adams's eyes. Later he released his hold on Adam knowing fully well that, he will not remember what he did. Roland and Emma along with celebrity chef Smith reached the mansion and arranged all the different flavors on a table for taste testing.

Illegal-in-some-countries chocolate, with a forbidden taste of ecstasy. The chef kissed my irresistible flavours. The guard hesitated, jaw clenched from parting in defeat. I saw it. That small flicker of weakness in his expression. It was just a matter of time before he gave in now. “Triple-layer cake,” I said casually, pushing further through his walls. “Belgian cocoa with no fondant…. because I do have standards.” Another silence hung loosely in the air. I sighed, already thinking of bringing out the strawberry flavour back there, when suddenly, Mr Frowning spoke with surprise: “You didn’t say it was chocolate. Mrs Julliard loves those.”

2... Violent scenes ahead. Please, don't read if you can't take it. The author doesn't appreciate bullying. Thanks. ____________ A big cheesecake as that of the size of the table was placed on it. His name was perfectly written in its centre using an amazing font. Ryley seemed very happy, his girlfriend clung on his left arm as he stood with a knife, all ready to murder his cake. "Be quick bud, can't control the wolf inside of me. Just want to taste this bitch!" Yeoman, the other member of their Wild Wolves gang grumbled ogling at the cake.