Benjamin Moore Onyx Black Novels & Stories

The production team clamored inside the sophisticated Coittè resto-bar. The modern lounge bar counter and lounge area design epitomizes sleekness and sophistication with a sultry bar color scheme of blacks and greys accented by onyx highlights and textured rich jewel-tone fabrics, stimulating a heightened sense of seductive opulence. The place was soaked with smiles and laughter. Hundreds of conversations are told in loud voices, all of them competing with the music that dominates the atmosphere.

His head drops. Janine looks sharp now. “And the ring?” “It was a gold band,” I say evenly, “with a diamond pendant, white crescent, surrounded by black. They said it was black onyx.” Mr. Blackwood starts panting, his hand tightening on the table. Mrs. Turner rubs my back slowly. “Black diamonds… black onyx… those are often symbols. Priceless ones. Especially when made by certain families.” “Oh,” I say, shrugging. “I just thought it was jewelry. People steal things.”

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

He meant that he was concerned that Molly would suffer due to that scheming lady. Molly, on the other hand, was unconcerned. After a brief conversation, Benjamin excused himself because he could not stay any longer and needed to entertain other guests. Molly remained behind, sitting alone on the stone bench outside. When Sean went outside to take a breather, he noticed someone sitting on the stone bench. She dressed up in a special evening gown for tonight. The obsidian black gown lightened her complexion. Her facial features were better reflected with the lighter make-up. The waist design made her figure look slim. She appears delicate but with a mature woman's charm.

Hearing my mother’s voice made me at ease, the magic of mothers, I did not add anything and just hung up on the call, thinking about that night, I was reminded of what had happened… heading back to the small I found two black SUVs on the entrance, on the front door stood, a man in a gray suit, fancy for a wolf pack. “Miss Salvatore, I am the delta of the silver wave pack, we heard of your arrival from your grandfather,” he said, standing tall in his place in front of my door. “ Thank you for the welcome Mister… a name would be nice to have.” I replied. Laughing he lowered his head “ Micheal Dearson”

Ben got out of the car first, then walked to the other side and opened the door for Caroline. Caroline scanned the tall building in front of her, feeling a little hesitant. She had never been here before and something inside her felt unfamiliar with this place. Still, she followed Ben inside. Ben's private apartment reflected his classy, successful and controlled figure. The interior is dominated by neutral colors such as black, gray, and white, creating an elegant yet warm atmosphere. The shiny black marble floor blends with the soft premium carpet in the living room area, giving it a luxurious feel without being overwhelming.

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

Taking a shaky breath, I followed him, the unfamiliar click of the stilettos echoing my nerves. Benjamin stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, silhouetted against the city’s glittering dusk. He was already dressed – a tuxedo so impeccably tailored it looked painted on. The stark black and white emphasized the lean power of his frame, the sharp lines of his jaw. He turned as I entered, and the air simply… vanished.

"Waa waa waa... Daddy, why is it so bright? It's dazzling my eyes!" Daddy is so handsome. Benjamin: "..." He looked at himself, wearing a black coat, without even a single shiny sequin, where did the glittering light come from? Suddenly, Benjamin noticed something was wrong. He looked at his daughter's bright and beautiful eyes with excitement, "Hannah, you can see?"