Dreams Onyx Resort Novels & Stories

I started. "I have connections," Joella said mysteriously. "By which I mean I slept with one of the promoters like six months ago and he still feels guilty about ghosting me afterward. Works in our favor." The interior of Onyx was stunning—all dark surfaces and strategic lighting that made everything look expensive and exclusive. The main floor had a massive bar that stretched the entire length of one wall, backed by shelves of premium liquor bottles that were lit from behind. The dance floor was already packed with bodies moving to music that pulsed through speakers I couldn't see but could definitely feel vibrating through the floor.

Onyx immediately barks orders as he moves large items in front of doors and windows so no one can enter. Within an hour, the Cabin seems safer than any locked cell I have seen. Onyx has stationed a set of chairs at the top of the stairs, connecting the main stairwell and the servant’s passage. No one will enter the rooms unless they come in through the windows with us sitting there. As promised, we took the first watch, and everyone else went to sleep. “You are more than welcome to go to sleep, my love.” Onyx lifts my chin and looks deep into my eyes. “Not without you.” I gargle out through the need growing between my legs. “You know I can smell you, right?” “Good,” I whisper seductively. “I

I just lay back and stared at the ceiling, hoping I'd drawn the way I had drowned in the bathtub but this time, longer than I had drowned before. But I fell asleep. I was awoken by something warm against my skin and when I opened my eyes, I found Onyx peppering kisses down my bare shoulders. I flinched but he had me in chokehold. I wasn't expecting him to be here. "What are you doing here, Onyx?" I asked in a whisper. "Spending time with my Luna," He said as he raised his head for a moment before returning to kiss me on my neck. I felt shivers run down my spine and a sensation of ecstasy as he kept on kissing my neck.

Onyx said but I ignored her as we all stepped inside the model I came with hands was still holding mine, arms locked. Once we were seated, and she sat close to the table near mine Onyx turned to me, looking both confused and angry. "What is going on, Luisxer?" she asked. "Why did you book the entire restaurant?" she paused for a moment and looked at the model "I didn't know dolls are your type you are so full of mystery" She gestured to the woman I had brought along.

She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immensely powerful. They sat on her until she was ready to move, and once she started to walk down the dirt path barefoot, the owls followed her on the journey, one always leading the way.

I smile and whisper back, “I love you too.” ---------- Onyx walks down the corridor as he shifts his attire again. Same way with the burning crimson flames. He’s back in his formal suit and neat dark brown hair. His eyes shift back to amber color. He sighs. When he reaches the room, he sits on the wrecked couch. Well, this house is pretty broke. This is where Onyx spends his time, thinking. He leans his head backwards and smiles. He knows that she’s standing behind him.

Also, the way he’d looked at her as if she was the monster who had betrayed him—and she could see why he might feel that way, as unfair as it felt to her after she’d been the one to struggle through Troy’s birth and infancy on her own while he appeared in tabloids, wearing supermodels like so many cloaks, not that she’d looked—made her think that perhaps she’d be better off making sure she didn’t provoke him. She slept fitfully, dark and odd and fire-licked dreams in her head, and woke to the sound of the helicopter in the distance. The flight across the sweep of the Soharian islands was beautiful. An aching kind of beauty, the sort that didn’t make her want to drink cocktails and dance on w

He asked, shocked. “I’ve been trying to reach him, but I’ve been unable to. I'm worried because that’s very strange.” “Alright, sure. I’ll look into him briefly,” he informed me, and I could hear the clacking of the keys on the keyboard. “Call you back,” He hung up the call and my stomach churned even further. Ten minutes later, Ryder called back and I answered at the second ring. “Any news?” I asked worriedly. “You are right to be worried,” he told me, cursing under his breath. “Onyx has been kidnapped. He was last seen outside his motel four days ago.”

I didn’t turn back to look at Sidd this time, but I heard him scoff. About an hour later, we were at Whispering Palms Beach Resort. Oh, my God! I didn’t want to look foolish and earn myself some snarky remarks, else I would have started hollering and jumping up and down in excitement. The ambiance is breathtakingly creative. It looks like paradise on Earth with all the luxurious amenities you could ever think of. “Since we are all single except me, should we play a game to pair each man and woman in the same room?” the director suggested as we all headed inside. I walked quietly beside Veer. He was still holding my hand like I was going to get lost or something.

he told his son, smiling vaguely. "Thanks, dad! You heard it loud and clear, Cleo. You don't have any choice but to come with us." I reverted my attention back to Greyson, who's now grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't do anything but nod my head. "Everything is settled, then. We'll fly to Greece as soon as Saturday comes." "How long is our staycation going to be?" "I booked a two-week stay at the resort around Santorini, son."