Black Onyx Dress の小説・ストーリー

Finally, I pick up one plain black dress, “How much is this?” “Very good choice, Miss.” She gives me a bright smile, “This is our runway style. It’s an open-back embellished ruched crepe gown. The nice and clean cut will greatly accentuate your figure. And it’s currently for sale at $9600.” I almost cry out loud. A simple black dress for $9600? Unbelievable. Eason takes a seat at the sofa and orders me, “go try it on.” I try to salvage my last thread of self-esteem, “But I’m not really—”

“Dealing with that witch was way more tiring than I expected.” “Yeah…” Myra sighed. Bria reached into the back seat and pulled out a sleek black box. Inside was a stunning off-shoulder black gown adorned with delicate diamonds along the waist. The dress sparkled beautifully under the moonlight. Myra’s eyes widened. “It’s very expensive. I can’t take this.” Bria laughed. “Girl, please tell me you’re kidding. This black dress costs millions, but it’s low-key, sexy, and gives that classic, elegant look.”

But this, this he could do. “The full team is coming?” “The full team,” she confirmed, already dialing numbers. Dorian, Lena, and a nameless nail tech arrived shortly after. Dorian gossiped about his latest heartbreak while Lena worked in silence beside him, occasionally tipping my chin with a finger. They worked quickly and smoothly, covering up the nightmare I was becoming with a perfect mask. “Which dress?” Lena asked. “The black one,” I answered. “The midnight Blue,” Rosa corrected smoothly. “The emeralds don’t look good against the black in pictures.”

“What colors do you consider happy?” “Pink. Yellow. Glitter.” “I’m going to a Foundation gala, not a unicorn birthday party, Penelope.” Poppy sat up again and crawled toward the edge of the bed. Her hand slipped between the two hangers Salma was still holding. “That one.” Salma pulled out a black dress from behind the others. It was simple from the front. A straight neckline, thin straps, black fabric falling cleanly to the floor. The back dipped low, held together only by two narrow straps and a tiny clasp at the nape.

Then $2,000 when I hesitated about accepting the first transfer. He never pushed. Just… offered. Until tonight. Marcus Vale: 8 PM. Wear the black dress hanging in your closet. The one you’ve never had an occasion for. My driver is downstairs. I’m wearing it now. Silk, midnight black, slipping over my skin like water. It was delivered yesterday in an unmarked box—no note, just the dress and a pair of strappy heels in my exact size. I’ve never owned anything this expensive. It hugs my body like it was tailored for me, dipping low between my breasts, skimming my hips, ending mid-thigh.

"Is he shy or nervous? I push open the door to Noah’s suite. His cologne lingers in the space, rich and commanding. I don’t linger to explore. The stylists are waiting. I find my garment bag in the large walk-in closet and pulled it out. If I’m going out with Noah tonight, I may as well wear this. There is no reason not to. I had brought a few pieces from Aureline because I want to use my time here in New for networking too. My brand is doing well in France, but I want it known here. If a room full of wealthy socialites and investors will be watching tonight, I might as well show them something worth remembering. I carried it back to the lounge. The black dress spills from its cover like liq

I couldn’t stop looking at myself, the new dress Lucien and I had picked out earlier was black. It shone against the night sky as the light of the moon radiated on it. It wasn’t just a dress, it felt like a declaration of war. The black dress clung to my skin like it had become a part of my very DNA, it hugged my curves in a way that made modesty bleed. With it's backless design, my curves were further on display, as it revealed exactly what I hid under my baggy clothes all these years at Ravenscroft High.

No one spoke about it, and Hunter had also gone to incognito mode. Claire's heart thudded behind her ribcage. She twisted her lips as she swirled around, checking out the dress from different angles. The dress was a blend of black and brown, and it shimmered. It was a stunning gown with a strapless sweetheart neckline, revealing her toned shoulders and flawless skin. There was a silvery shimmery belt around her waist while several layers of fabric cascaded down the front, around her belly, adding more beauty to the dress.

I opted for a simple light green dress that accentuated my eyes and was discreet enough not to draw much attention. "Finish quickly, she needs to be ready in twenty minutes. The Alpha wants everyone in the main hall," the head maid ordered, and the maid hurried to finalize the last touches on my hair, placing only a few delicate ornaments. "Are you sure you don't want anything else? Not even a diamond?" the maid asked, thinking I looked too simple. "Don't worry, I'll just wear this!" I picked up the onyx necklace and put it around my neck. The stone was beautiful and perfectly matched the black details of my dress. It was simple and discreet, just the way I wanted.

It was meant to conquer. It was liquid onyx. A backless, floor – length silk dress with a plunging neckline and a slit that rode dangerously high up my left thigh. It clung to my curves like a shadow, leaving the violent bruises on my arms and chest entirely visible. I painted my lips a deep, bruised crimson, left my dark hair falling in loose waves, and stepped into a pair of stiletto heels that felt like weapons. "Brent" I shouted. "Yes Majesty" his jaw dropped when he saw me in that dress.