Triple Chocolate Cheesecake Murder Novels & Stories

The former mercenary who now led a global security empire exuded a predatory aura that his expensive suit couldn't hide. "Unless the media infiltrated through the kitchen," Kael said sharply, his eyes fixed on the personal waiter who had just entered with trembling hands. The poor waiter gulped, holding a silver tray with a single white porcelain plate. "Y-your dessert, gentlemen. As ordered." Raymond glanced at the dish briefly. "Put it down and leave." The waiter practically ran out of the room, grateful his life was still intact. The three men now stared at the plate on the glass table in the center of the room. A Dark Chocolate Lava Cake topped with a dusting of powdered sugar and drizzl

I raised one eyebrow, already mentally rehearsing how I’d describe this to the police. He looked completely innocent. “At Belle Bakery, there are only two things with dark chocolate—one milkshake and one muffin. Everyone else ordered drinks, so I picked the muffin. That’s all. I know it’s what you usually get… I wasn’t guessing.” His green eyes were clear, unguarded. For one dangerous moment, I almost forgot all my anger. I almost wanted to step closer, let him hold me, let him crush all this chaos into nothing. Every time I get close to Fitch, my brain malfunctions. That will never change.

Why do I always feel like they’re hiding ghastly things from me? Because they probably are. One is an assassin, and the other, the head of the Grachev Bratva. It would be weird if they weren’t doing something ghastly that they don’t want me to know about. The coffeepot stops hissing. Layla rises and gathers two small porcelain cups. She sets one in front of me, and brings over a silver tin of cream with a white cup of crystallized sugar cubes. The cubes remind me of the big chunks of sugar that gave the muffins their crunchy coating. And just like that, I’m hungry all over again.

A betrayal like this would crush me. How much disappointment can someone take before they just fall apart? Hubert brings some tea up to my room along with a slice of the cheesecake from downstairs. I don’t know if he overheard my conversation with Leo. I would prefer to think he didn’t. “Thank you, Hubert,” I say kindly, stirring sugar into the tea. “My pleasure,” he says with a small smile. “If there is anything else, please let me know.” The cheesecake is delicious. I don’t think I’ve ever had a better one in all my life. Having some food in my belly lightens my mood, but the truth is that I’m still terrified. I’m terrified that Igor is lying to me.

I decided to run before changing my mind. "You just need an excuse to fight with me and push me away." He said as I turned around. "I don't need an excuse to kill you. I would have if I could by now." I walked back to where the food was and dumped a huge scoop of cheesecake onto my plate while ignoring my fluttering heart. "Ooh! A chocolate oreo mudslide cheesecake! That's my favorite too." I heard a petite girl dressed in a cute pastel green gown smile at me warmly.

"Leroy is being too kind and insists that I don't fault you for the matter. He said that there had to be proof of your innocence." A few minutes later, Erica was also dragged to the hospital on" her knees. I chuckled bitterly. I was about to leave soon anyway. If push came to shove, then I would just admit fault and say that I was the one who did it after all. I didn't want to drag the innocent Erica into this as well. Amanda began grilling Erica for the ingredients used in the cheesecake bites, and Erica spilled everything. "Cream cheese, sugar, eggs, vanilla, graham crackers, butter, and peanut butter."

Casey smiled as he gently stroked Alex's head. “Oh, Alex, what about Axel? Did he rest properly last night?” "Yeah, he sleeps on time with us on the couch.” “Good.” “What about the poisoned chocolate drink case, Dad?” “Yes, it's true what the doctor said. The chocolate that was provided for you has rat poison as the police found it during their investigation. Now, the maid who did that has been punished by languishing in prison.” “Did she admit her mistake?” “No, she showed Daddy and everyone else that she was innocent. She even dares to say the name of God if it's not her who has put rat poison in your drink.”

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

Caelum heard though, judging from his quick grin. “This wasn't a prank, this was murder and it wasn't done by an outsider. There was no sign of struggle so she wasn't force-fed the cake meaning she ate it voluntarily. Leslie wasn't the type to accept cakes from strangers which means it was someone from the pack.” His voice grew cold and hard towards the end. Soren turned to me, “Who knew of your plans to kill Caelum with a poisoned muffin?” "Nobody, it wasn't something to advertise.” I answered sheepishly.

He even raised a corgi, a dream of mine, and surrounded himself with plushies, just as I had wished. He went further, staging a grand wedding, a fantasy of mine, and introducing me to his family and friends. It was as if he'd known my deepest desires all along, only to deny them. George burst into the hall halfway through the wedding. "You and your lover killed Holly! How dare you throw a wedding with Holly now? This is appalling. "I've killed Marie. You need to pay the price as her accomplice! If the law cannot bring you to justice, I will do it for Holly!"