Black Onyx Dress Novels & Stories

I huff and storm into the room, moving towards the closet, not stopping for a minute to appreciate the four-poster king-sized bed that had an 18th-century Victoria look to it. My mouth is wide open with awe as I step into the closet and find the shimmering floor-length silver-colored dresses with price tags that could make a celebrity bankrupt. “Holy fuck.” I mutter as I spot a particular dress hanging separately from the others. This one was a floor-length black shimmering dress with a long laced sleeve, low back cut and a high net neck. I delicately put it on, scared that I might ruin the fabric. I spot a very comfortable-looking strappy heels sitting in the corner and I put it on, choosin

He places it gently on my head. "My queen," he whispers. Later, we return to the parking lot where the others are already waiting. Everyone is impeccable in their suits, each color reflecting their essence. I remove my gown, revealing the charcoal-black dress beneath, adorned with gemstones that catch the light hypnotically, mirroring the starry night. The fabric hugs my body perfectly, but it’s the daring neckline that draws their attention. Timmy’s gaze darkens, Huxley raises an intrigued eyebrow, Gutemberg smiles slyly, and Aaron lets out a low whistle. Vincent just smiles, as if he already knows the effect I will have.

Monica was maybe sixty with silver hair cut in a sharp bob, wearing all black and the kind of heels I could never pull off. “Mr. Blackwood has exquisite taste,” she said while her two assistants started unpacking what looked like an entire department store’s worth of supplies. “He picked this himself.” She pulled out a garment bag and I watched her unzip it slowly then she pulled out the dress. It was emerald green. So dark it was almost black in some lights, floor-length with a fitted bodice and a slit up one side that went way too high.

‘For the Onyx gala. “Oh, the gala,” she said with a strike of realization and turned slightly to Von. “Can I open them?” “Of course.” Kate’s fingers worked the ribbon loose on the box. The moment she lifted the lid, air stalled in her lungs. “Holy…” Nestled inside was a midnight-violet stunning dress. The fabric was embedded with rhinestones that shimmered like radiant stars across a dark sky. Absolutely breathtaking. She couldn’t stop staring, it had to be the most beautiful gown she had ever seen.

They are going to be disappointed. I am wearing black. The dress is a structural masterpiece of midnight silk and velvet. It hugs my body like a second skin, the fabric absorbing the light rather than reflecting it. It has a high neck but a back that plunges dangerously low, exposing the spine where Ciro’s hand usually rests. It is not a dress for a bride. It is a dress for a widow who killed her husband and took his empire. It is a statement. I am not pure. I am powerful.

"And there are no innocents left in this house." The dress was a deep, bruised plum—a purple so dark it bled into black in the shadows—crafted from heavy, Lyon silk velvet. It was a masterpiece of architectural cruelty. The neckline was high and structured, almost like a military collar, but the back was slashed open in a deep 'V' to the base of my spine. It was a contradiction: a fortress in the front, an open wound in the back.

"Whatever, I'll see you soon." As promised, Rylee arrived a few hours later. We got decked out like we always did for the grand openings. We rarely had a chance to dress up, so whenever a new exhibition was on, we would always go all out. I decided to wear an all-black off-the-shoulder asymmetrical dress. The dress had diamonds embroidered throughout it, making it shine. Rylee, on the other hand, decided to wear a bright red gown. The dress was unique, as it had a cold shoulder design to it, with form-fitting sleeves. The dress was a classic mermaid design with a diamond belt. The dress was both sleek and elegant and suited her perfectly. After this, I may just give her the dress, as I would

“Believe me, I could use your help. Everything here looks so good, I'm spoilt for choice.” He laughed. “Alright, show me the options.” One by one, I held the gowns up to the camera. A deep sapphire dress with a plunging neckline. A sleek black one with a thigh-high slit. A red velvet that screamed trouble. Adrik leaned closer to the screen. “That one. The black. It’s clean, elegant. And the slit is going to show off those gorgeous legs of yours that I love so much.” I raised a brow as a flush crept up my neck, his words sending a jolt of arousal straight to my core. “You’re picking it because it shows legs?”

) I set my phone down gently on the desk. And Bianchi never did anything halfway. The box was long, pale cream, tied with a black ribbon, and inside was a black satin dress cut too cleanly to be called safe. The neckline dipped low enough to tempt. The back was bare enough to make a room full of rich people suddenly turn religious. The shape of it fell over my body without any drama at all. I stared at it in the mirror for a few seconds. “He really does have a fetish for making my life harder,”

Weekend:- Hailey entered the venue, catching everyone's attention in a stunning gown that exuded both elegance and mystery. The dress was a rich, deep burgundy shade that almost appeared black in certain lights, with intricate black lace detailing that added a touch of sophistication. The bodice was fitted, with an asymmetrical neckline that left one shoulder bare, emphasizing her graceful collarbone and neck. The full, voluminous skirt flowed down, adorned with delicate embellishments that sparkled subtly as she moved.