Black Onyx Dress Novels & Stories

Leslie chimed in, zipping the back of Adley’s dress. “Oh, that’s beautiful.” Adley gasped. I turned to look at her, but both her and Leslie’s eyes were locked on mine. My mouth fell a little as I looked down at my dress. The bottom of shimmering black material was speckled with what looked like diamonds. Deep, rich reds and burnt oranges, with hints of gold and vibrant yellows. They felt virtually weightless as I moved but caught the light at a million different angles. I didn’t fail to notice how the fiery colors matched the amulet around my neck.

Amaya wondered. "Yeah we. You're my friend now and I would have been grieving if the Don had hurt you" Sophia said softly. Amaya's face lit up, deeply touched by Sophia's caring nature. Her heart swelled in her chest and she reached out and locked Sophia in a deep hug. "Thank you Sophia", was all Amaya could say. Sophia smiled, hugging her back tightly. They broke the hug, and Amaya turned her attention to the uniform. It was pretty, just like the one she had seen on Sophia, but hers looked extremely short. She was wondering why they had brought such a baby dress in the name of a maid's uniform.

Eavon whispered, his voice low and intimate, as if we were the only two people in the room. I was wearing a long black dress with a high mock neckline, short cap sleeves, and a form-fitting silhouette that flared out slightly at the bottom. The fabric, a rich, dark satin, seemed to absorb the light around me, making me feel like a shadow in the vibrant room. In my hand, I clutched a small, cream-colored purse with a delicate pearl strap, its simplicity a stark contrast to the opulence of the event. I had found the dress in the closet in the room he’d given me, and I couldn't help but wonder how he knew my style so perfectly.

“And that’s my problem. Why? Grady and half of your men were leaving their left side open. He needed to be put into his place, and it’s not my job to stroke the ego of a man who didn’t even want a mate.” “You are going to be good for him.” Callie smiled at me. “Shit...” I rolled my eyes as I look at the dresses. “Any catching your eye?” “The black one.” It was silk and looked more like a sexy nightgown than a cocktail dress. It was a halter top, but still had a swoop to it. It bunched at the hips and stopped just below my ass. The back had a single black rhinestone chain that went down the open back to the little piece of fabric that would hopefully cover my ass.

Scarlett always chose the best dress for me, and today, she found the perfect one which was to die for. The dress was in the gradient shade of black and olive green, black at the top, and olive green flowing down from the waist to the bottom. It was a square neck dress with one-inch black bead straps and a slit on the left leg to the knee. This was a perfect blend of class and elegance. As she zipped the dress from the back, a chuckle left my mouth and I nodded my head, "Alright, you were right. This is the comfiest bodycon dress I have ever worn."

I ruffled my hair backwards and held still for a while. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. I stood up abruptly and before I could ask who was there — “Hey Caroline.” Alexander whispered under his breath. I opened the door and immediately he dashed inside holding a box. I watched him grin from ear to ear. “I got this for you.” He said, opened the box, took out the dress and dropped the box. His hands held the dress, revealing the well knitted gown — It was a black gown with cold-shoulder cutouts with a deep V-neckline which is made to embody the breasts to reveal the cleavages simultaneously.

My once glossy, chestnut tresses are now jet black, a perfect mirror of the dark hollow that replaced my heart three years ago. My makeup is flawless, professional. No smoky eyeshadows or bold lipsticks. Just a nude, sharp arrangement that screams “cold, untouchable.” Then my dress — made of ten thousand, tiny, hand beaded diamonds, this dress cost upwards of five million dollars. It’s a black, floor-length affair. The only bit of exposed skin is my left thigh due to the thigh high slit. Asides that, the neckline is high to my collarbone and the sleeves touch my fingers. I learned long ago that there’s something about decency that commands respect and reverence.

Draped over it… I gasped. Holy shit! Naomi screamed. The dress. A wedding gown like nothing I’d ever imagined. It wasn’t white. It was black. A deep, inky, glistening black…sleek silk, embroidered with obsidian beads and glimmering crystals along the corseted bodice. Off-shoulder, with sheer gloves and a slit that promised both danger and elegance. “Holy shit,” Naomi whispered, stepping closer. “This isn’t a wedding gown. This is a threat in fabric form.”

And I haven’t even worn it yet. The dress is a black, straight cut affair. Exactly how I like it. The black is accentuated by hundreds of tiny diamonds encrusted on the surface. It has no sleeves, so my entire neck and shoulders will be bare throughout the night. The dress screams class and luxury. Coupled with the silver six inch stilettos, I’m pretty sure the Moon goddess would have nothing on me when I wear it out tonight. I hate the fact that I’m in love with a dress that Bhyron hand picked himself, so I drop it back into the box and step away.

Her stiff velvet dress was a deep shade of plum today, wearing a single gold necklace chain, a large black onyx pendant at its centre. /Black onyx/ Alba whirled, /she is wearing something protective!/ “Well, Alpha Dex this is most unexpected. What do you think I can help you with?” her voice was weaker, as though she had not slept a wink either. “I have a couple of questions that I can’t ask at the conference table, if you’ll permit me.” “Of course,” she said, taking a seat at a small morning table near her own balcony. Pouring herself a steaming cup of herbal tea I winced at the foul green liquid. “Well?”