Black Onyx Dress Novels & Stories

“Put this on.” I pick up the piece of clothing, holding it up by the straps. It’s a tight, sleeveless black dress crafted from a material that looks like liquid obsidian, designed to cling to every single contour of a woman’s body without a single inch of mercy. “Are you sure this isn’t just another excuse to torture me?” I mutter, raising a brow. “Whose dress is this anyway?” “Like I need an excuse,” he scoffs, turning his back to give me privacy as he walks toward the hearth. “Just put the dress on and be down in five.”

The upper area till her thigh was in black reaching down to a shade of baby blue leaving the tail in royal blue colour. It was a one side strap with stonework and it was backless with a deep neck reaching to her lower back with three to four straps enhancing the keyhole. The neckline was well defined and the dress was being made by Sherri Hill which specially made for her. Her hair was kept in a loose fairy tale hairstyle with blue small flowers on it. Her Smokey eyes perfected with those red lips. A combination of blue and black accessories being given to her with six-inch velvet black heels.

When she opened it, I saw it was full of beautiful dresses, all in dark colors—black, deep purple, midnight blue. She pulled out one dress and turned to show me. It was black, the most beautiful black dress I’d ever seen. It had long sleeves made of lace that looked like spider webs, and the skirt was made of layers and layers of soft fabric that would flow when you walked. There were tiny crystals sewn into it that caught the light. “For tonight’s ceremony,” Melissa said, holding it up. “You’ll want to look your best.” A ceremony. Like it was something to celebrate. Like my death was a party.

She ran up to me after grabbing all the dresses on the left side. She handed me three dresses. One of them was a sleek, black mini dress with a square neckline and fitted silhouette. The other one was a chic black mini dress with a thigh-high slit. The last one is a strapless black mini dress styled with front buttons and a slight slit, it has tailored, almost corset-like top that adds structure. All of them look great, and I’m sure they’ll suit Veronica perfectly. “Girl, you don’t just stare at these, you try them on.” Try what??

"Joseph has been wonderful, indeed. The wedding venue alone set us back over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars." A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, eyes wide with surprise and envy. "A hundred and fifty thousand dollars?! Wow, talk about a lavish affair..." "Joseph promised me the best," Betty said with a smug smile, caressing the diamonds adorning her wedding gown. "This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?"

I do not share what I have branded. I felt a cold sweat break out across my neck. This wasn't a romance. This was an excavation. He wanted to strip away every layer of the girl I had been until there was nothing left but the "beast" he saw hidden underneath. I reached for the box Victoria had left. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a dress. It was silk, the color of a bruised plum, and entirely backless. There was no lace, no frills. It was a garment designed for easy access and total exposure. Beneath it lay a collar—a thin, elegant band of black leather with a discreet silver buckle.

But it was really necessary to get to know each other better. I opened the sliding door and walked into the dressing room of a billionaire’s wife. Everything was perfectly arranged so you could quickly find what you needed. Clothes were laid out on hangers and sorted by category and by the place you wore them. I had little time to spend studying them, so I quickly headed for the elegant area. I chose a black dress, long to the ground. It had a sweetheart neckline. There was a slit on the right leg, which remained bare almost to my thigh. I chose a matching shoe with a few silver straps that were also on the dress.

It was definitely the one. As I held the dress in my hands, I could picture her wearing it, and I taking it off later at night. But something was missing – an element of elegance to make the outfit truly unforgettable. When I saw the onyx jewelry set in the display case, I knew the deep black stones would be the perfect complement to the dress, adding a touch of sophistication and glamor to the dress. I didn't hesitate for a moment I picked out the earrings and pendant, knowing that they would be a perfect match for the dress. After handing them to the sales clerk, I felt a sense of amusement, I wanted to make her pretty so I could tear them off her. But I wasn't finished yet. I wanted to ma

“Hellooo? Earth to Silvia?” I shook off my thoughts and sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with you.” His face lit up. “Yes! You won’t regret it.” I already did. ●●●●●●●●●●● My dress was unlike anything she had ever worn before. It was sleek and bold, yet effortlessly elegant—a deep midnight black that shimmered faintly under the lights, like the surface of a quiet, endless ocean reflecting the moon. The fabric clung to my curves in all the right places, the silky material cascading down to the floor in a way that was both graceful and commanding.

Maybe something else she didn’t have a name for. She didn’t want to go. But she also didn’t want to back down. Thirty minutes later, she stood in front of her mirror, slipping into the black dress that had been laid out in her closet. She hadn’t bought it. She hadn’t seen it before today. But it was her size. It fits perfectly. Simple, but sleek. Black silk that hugged her waist and stopped just below her knees. Clean lines. Thin straps. It looked like something from a high-end runway show.