Triple Chocolate Cheesecake Murder Novels & Stories

First that store owner and now Chelsea. She was trapped. There was no other word for it. The dagger, the blood on her hands, the timing, everything pointed at her. Someone was setting her up. Someone was framing her. But why? Her mind tried to piece it all together. How had she even gotten herself into this nightmare? Who could have killed Chelsea, and why? The questions tore through her mind, one after another, offering no answers. Her thoughts darted back to the herb store murder. The owner, brutally killed with a dagger. Now, Chelsea, dead in the same way. A chill ran through her veins. This wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. Someone had conspired this. To trap her.

As the planners were hanging lanterns and lights to bring out the beauty of the place, Lola decided to check up on the others, because not after thirty minutes, guests will start arriving. The additional kitchen staff was giving her headaches because of their poor compatibility skills. She has shouted on them three times before for ruining a simple dish. Without her guidance, they were unable to do well. Entering the kitchen, she decided to taste each of the supplements before they reach tongues of guests. To her surprise, everything was ready. The staff was now looking forward to cleaning up the mess. The prepared meal was transferred in foiled containers. Seem like workers were excited as

he replied. "The expired goods are not hard to believe. If she was able to use expired milk in preparing pancakes then, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that a lot of things are expired in the fridge," Mason said. Calvin nodded his head “Yeah, she was lucky Drew intervened with the batter. If not, it would have just been another murder on her hands."

The head maid lifted her chin, trying to maintain a facade of arrogant dignity, but the sweat beading on her forehead betrayed her absolute terror. "You brought the tray into this suite," I stated, taking a slow step toward her. "I did." Beatrice swallowed hard. "I set it on the table. I knocked on the bedroom door to announce the meal. I followed protocol perfectly." "Someone laced the broth with heavy metal." Martha gasped loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. "We don't keep metals in the kitchen!" Martha cried out. "We use stainless steel cookware! Nothing toxic!" "It was an assassination attempt." Crossing my arms, I stared down at Beatrice. "You hate the human. You made that perfe

“How about that lunch today? I’m pretty sure I owe you one.” “You don’t, really,” I protested. “They found Dr. Schakowsky,” he said. “She’s been murdered, as we suspected.” “Where?” “In a dumpster. Just like Leung Yang.” The news sobered me up. At around one, I took a cab to Charlie’s. Inside the dark eatery, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. All ranks of law enforcement crowded the restaurant, plus many people from the courthouse, some whom I recognized. A tall, uniformed brute of a man with a military-style haircut, the bailiff from courtroom twelve, ate alone. Judge Teresa Monroe sat with her husband across the room. I searched for Jeff’s familiar face and wandered between tables to

The flavors were a bit odd, but I wasn’t afraid to try new things. My fingers skated over the pint of Rhubarb & Ginger Crumble to a container of Caramel Sticky Toffee Pudding. They lingered there for a few seconds as my eyes darted over to one labeled Death by Chocolate. More than once I’ve seen Damon sneaking his way down here to grab some in the middle of the night. He was addicted to the stuff. I would’ve expected it from Knight, but not Damon. I could feel Caius’s eyes on me. Everything about the man was so damn consuming. Even his stare felt like its own physical presence.

And lastly, the highlight. "Jacob! Jacob, time to blow the candle, " I called out as I light up the simple 3 tier chocolate cake designed with a batman theme, bursting with chocolate decorations. "Ma!" Jacob jumps on my back as he hugs me from behind. I pull him close and sat him on top of the table.

I happened to live on the third. So that noise at the door—it hadn't been him trying to force the lock. He'd set up some kind of power tool to distract me while he scaled the wall. His face twisted in a grotesque smile as he stepped in, a short butcher's knife gleaming in his hand. It was the kind used to slaughter sheep. The blade was crusted with dried blood. My mind went numb. Had he already killed Edmund with it? My legs buckled, and I collapsed to the ground.

I went outside trying to keep a polite smile… until I saw my loving Grandma casually chatting with a driver she previously called a “gangster”. I walked closer and got absolutely stunned. The fearsome guy in the black suit was eating a piece of cheesecake my Grandma made! “The secret is to wait until the biscuit gets a little colder… only then you should add the layer of cheese melted with pudding and milk,” she was telling him her recipe for the cake. My jaw literally dropped. That guy, who looked like Caucasian Shepard looking at my Granny – the barking Chihuahua, was eating the cake she brought for him on a white-pink plate, and kept nodding his head trying to memorize her words.

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT