Triple Chocolate Cheesecake Murder Novels & Stories

"Mr Powell I told you to stay in there until our backup arrive, what are you doing out here?" "I want to know if this lunatic was the one that murdered my daughter!" Powell replied sternly and squats in front of Dark Blood. He scrolled through his pictures and clicked on her daughter photo and showed him the phone screen, "Take a close look at her, she's in the grave now because a heartless beast like you must have murdered her. Was it really you who did it?" Dark Blood slowly glances up at the phone in front of him and he smirks. "She doesn't look like my taste, if she was my taste I bet I would have been the one to murder her cold-bloodedly.

“I made a big mistake letting myself be seduced by Jeffrey. I learned that I couldn't trust in him. - Damn it. Did he cheat on her? The guy must have been a huge idiot and a son of a... A corner of her mouth twitched sadly. “Not in the way you're thinking. Not with another woman. In fact, he didn't betrayed exactly, he betrayed me in the sense of being inconsiderate. - Like this? She grimaced, picked up her wineglass and drained it. “To talk about it, I need more wine. Damien leaned into the hall, called to Carmen, and lifted her empty glass. she made him a nod and then turned towards the kitchen. Carmen returned with the bottle of wine, filled the glasses and collected plates and cutlery. “

And, at the end, she still found her way back to him. "Breaking news: Cronus Chevalier and Gaia Chevalier were found kneeling in front of the New York Police Department early this morning. The Chevalier couple whose chain of businesses went bankrupt more than a year ago confessed to a horrendous crime involving the murder of one of the richest tycoon in New York, Hermes Chevalier. Cronus and Gaia Chevalier told the police that it was them who ordered someone to kill the old Chevalier and frame their own son for their own crimes. Several evidences about their confession to the murder were also sent to all the computers of every police of the N.Y.P.D. When asked about who was the assassin they

murder of a man I was with a few hours ago, was unclear. "Are you seriously asking me that? We were all in this Chambers when probably drowned. Your dumb head can't process the fact that I can't be in two place at once?" I already thought that far and concluded that she could have minions outside of the pack who could carry her bearings out. "Then what did you mean by your last statement? You clearly said you should have just let me die with him!" She released a loud cackle. I was left to wonder if anything I'd said right then was funny enough for her to life that. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. She didn't flinch at my accusations. The sides of her lips didn't turn up. Her eyes

Life is a dark comedy. “Okay, at least we know the victim... What else do we know?” Mrs. De Cassel is the widow of a noble French man who died some years ago in an accident. “Accident? Was it an ‘accident’?” Claude was thinking deeply about the possibility of Mr. De Cassel being murdered. “Could it be? In that case, maybe our murderer and his murderer, are the same person?” The idea seemed attractive, but it lacked evidence. And it kept a lot of questions unanswered: “Why did Mrs. De Cassel get poisoned? And why is she not dead?”

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

But I'm proud of it. His eyes flicked to me, unreadable as always, then he asked, “Do you still have room for dessert?” I perked up instantly. “There’s always room for dessert.” That earned me one of his almost-smiles, the kind that flashed so briefly I almost doubted I’d seen it. A waiter reappeared on cue, menu in hand. I snatched it before Alaric could even move. “Hmm…” I scanned the glossy pages. “Oh my God, they have molten lava cake. With vanilla ice cream. And—wait—cheesecake. Ugh, why do they always make me choose?”

Third Person’s POV The waiter carefully lays the dessert plate on each person on the table. The University has prepared a variety of sweets for today’s lunch. Chocolate mousse, burnt basque cheesecake with caramel sauce and carrot cake was set in the center and for a moment Zeke forgot the awkward silence that they were in. Oliver elbowed him. Pointing at the three that are surprisingly quiet.

"But thanks." He only smiled at his answer. 'His dimples are cute,’ she noticed. Chocolate likes men with dimples. It is because Adam has dimples. "Then what will happen to that bastard?" Chocolate asked, pointing to the unconscious psycho on the floor. "I will do my best to keep him before the police arrive. Don't worry, I won't kill him." Two things left her dumbfounded. ‘First, it wasn't him who would get killed. Second, did he say that I worry about him. That's funny.’

Chester’s face was blue as he reprimanded, “You might be pretty, but why is your character so despicable? You said that Dax and I chased you to help Darryl cover up his tracks? Heh, I was avenging for my late wife!” Dax chimed in, “Yes! Megan, how shameless can you be? Ask your own guilty conscience why Chester and I want to kill you? Isn’t it all because ten years ago you killed his wife? Yet now you have the audacity to come and slander Darryl. Why are you so anxious to come out and show proof? You must be the one who killed Master White Brows!”