Black Onyx Dress Novels & Stories

"This is so not me. You guys always get me in the most revealing things." I look at myself in the full bathroom mirror. The dress is black with a little stone diamond belt. There are no sleeves and the dress ends just before my knees. It was tight and sexy, and I'm going to give Chris a heart attack. It was truly beautiful, but I felt too out there. Exposed.

He explains nonchalantly that he called them to send some dresses for me. My breath catches as I look at the collection laid out before me. There’s a deep azure gown with a plunging neckline and intricate beading that catches the light, shimmering like dew on grass at sunrise. Next to it, a sleek black dress with a high slit and a cascade of delicate lace that adds a touch of mystery and allure. There’s also a vibrant red number with an off-the-shoulder design and a flowing skirt that seems to move like liquid fire. "Neal, I only need one dress."

Attendants glided past in black designer suits, polished and polite with just enough disdain behind their smiles to let you know you didn’t belong. I still wore a sun-kissed cotton dress from the island and sandals. They saw me. Judged me. I smiled anyway. “Shall I pull something from the private collection?” one asked, voice clipped, eyes cool. “No need,” I said, brushing past her. I tried on Dior—too eager. Valentino—too stiff. Saint Laurent—too loud. Nothing hit. Then, at Étoile Noire, I found it. A gown in liquid black. Clean lines. Plunging neckline. High slit. Power stitched into every seam. It didn’t shimmer—it devoured light. I stepped into it, and in the mirror, I didn’t see the gir

“Still hurts?” “No” I said automatically. She gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me for a second, then waved it off. “Fine. Fine, Save the stoicism. Come on. The dress.” The dress. Even I felt a flicker of anticipation at that. The room they’d prepared was large, airy, filled with natural light. When the garment bag was unzipped, I went still. Black. Not mourning black, no. This was something else entirely. Deep, rich, glossy. The fabric shimmered subtly as it caught the light, like obsidian polished to perfection.

He tossed the black dress onto a nearby chair without even looking at it. "No," he said simply. He walked down the row of luxury clothes. His hand stopped. He pulled out a piece of fabric that looked like liquid glass. It was a deep, rich emerald green silk dress. The front had a plunging neckline, and there was practically no fabric in the back at all. The straps were thinner than shoelaces. "Put this on," Noah ordered, holding it out to me. "That color against your blonde hair will make every man in that room stare. They will look at you, and they will know they can never touch you."

Not another minute. I turned on my heel, my heart a hammer against my ribs, and walked back to our room. I needed out of this place. Now. I threw open the closet doors, my eyes scanning the clothes I had bought with Lorenzo's money. I grabbed a Black dress that I remembered being very short, ending high on my thighs. The back was completely open, a daring plunge that showed off every curve of my spine. And instead of straps, intricate ropes crisscrossed behind it, tying at the nape of my neck. The front had a dangerously deep V-neck that barely covered anything.

She walked to the mannequin displaying the dress Leona had previously admired—a white, elegant gown. "Mr. Hewitt, this dress is called the Aphrodite Dress, designed by a well-known international designer. It comes in two colors—black, which signifies dignity and nobility, and white, which means innocence and amiability. "And the price is quite reasonable, only 13,500 dollars. You can get it for just 9,450 dollars as a Diamond member." Olivia enthusiastically introduced the dress, and she was secretly delighted to notice the sparkles in Jessica's eyes.

It’s a short dress — way too short — and black. — For what? — I ask. — Your presentation to the clan. — Her voice is indifferent as she turns to leave, like she’s only here to deliver orders. I close the door slowly and stare at what she handed me. The dress is black, all sequins in the same shade, catching every glint of light in the room. The neckline plunges deep, down to my sternum — lower than anything I’ve ever worn. The fabric clings like it was made to melt into skin.

As their eyes locked upon her entrance, Aiden couldn't help but gasp in awe at the breathtaking vision that stood before him. Her slender figure is accentuated by the exquisite black dress she wears, which effortlessly drapes over her like a cascade of darkness. The fabric shimmers softly, hinting at its luxurious texture, and every delicate movement she makes sends ripples through its depths. The dress embraces her curves with an understated elegance, a testament to her innate confidence. Its silhouette, both classic and contemporary, embraces the perfect balance of grace and allure. The neckline, modest yet alluring, frames her collarbone with a subtle hint of sensuality. The sleeves, long

She gave me a nervous smile. “Miss… Mrs…?” She looked helplessly at Dominic. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he said. I turned my head slowly to stare at him. He did not flinch. The maid looked like she wanted to sink through the floor. I took the garment bag from her and unzipped it. And then I actually laughed. It was a dress. A very expensive dress. A very severe dress. A black, high-necked, long-sleeved, floor-length dress with sharp tailoring and a waist so precisely cut it looked like it had been designed for a funeral, a coronation, or the world’s most intimidating widow.