Novel & Cerita Dreams Onyx Resort

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

Time: Thursday, December 12, 2024 | Evening Location: The Onyx Room, The Olympus Casino The Onyx Room was a sanctuary of shadow and sin, hidden deep within the sub-basement of the Olympus. The air was thick with the scent of hand-rolled Cuban cigars, twenty-year-old scotch, and the quiet, electric desperation of men gambling away fortunes they couldn't afford to lose. The only sounds were the soft, hypnotic whisper of cards on fresh felt and the gentle, rhythmic clink of heavy poker chips, a sound like falling coins in a king’s tomb.

“Now let’s go.” “That’s it?” I ask, flabbergasted. “No yelling? No threats?” Onyx stops and chuckles before stalking back to me and reaching out to run his thumb over my lips. “Oh, hell no,” he chuckles, his eyes filled with mischief and lust as he winks before he bends down and tastes my lips. I shiver, my body instantly leaning into him, molding to his touch, and he pulls away. “There is a fucking storm coming for you, Matilda Mae.”

As he stood outside the crown princess' drawing room and his eyes watched her crying quietly, a wicked smile made it's way to his lips, he understood everything now. Crossing paths with the mother and now, meeting the daughter crying made Onyx realize something— He could never find a better opportunity than this. With a devious smile, he stepped into the room with a small knock. Xylah's head snapped towards the entrance as another smile crawled up his lips. "Wel, hello there.. your Highness"

n, and I pressed my hands harder around the steering wheel. I'd been so careful about the contract. About giving her exactly what she asked for. No pressure. No demands. Just protection and stability and the physical arrangement she'd agreed to. And I'd fallen anyway. Of course you did. You were already halfway there before you even signed the papers. I found myself pulling into the parking garage of Onyx. My club. One of three I owned in the city but this was the main one. The one I'd designed myself. High-end. Exclusive. The kind of place where people came to be seen or to disappear depending on what they needed.

"Thanks for reminding me—I should probably call Rodney too. Might as well have him join the fun." With that, he dialed Rodney's number. On the other end, Rodney answered immediately, his voice respectful. "Mr. Lloyd? What can I do for you?" Andrew leaned back. "I'm at Dream Paradise. I heard you're a regular here?" Rodney chuckled. "Eh, I swing by sometimes when I have free time. But honestly? The only real attraction here is the handful of actual Eastonian girls. The rest? Just cheap knockoffs." Andrew's voice was calm. "Well, Dream Paradise has locked me in, and they're planning to rough me up. What do you think I should do?"

"Yes. Marcus can drive us down to this new place in the theater district; The Onyx. Liz said the rooftop views are incredible, and we haven't had a proper drink all week." I looked down at her, her eyes bright with a demanding, expectant sort of affection. I wanted nothing more than to go back to my penthouse, sink to the bottom of the pool, and let the water drown out the noise. But the mask had to be maintained. "Fine," I said, opening the car door for her. "Just one drink." The Onyx was exactly the kind of place Vivian loved; difficult to access unless somebody important already knew your name, dimly lit, with velvet booths and a sweeping view of the glittering Manhattan skyline.

Pointed slopes broke through the cloudbank in the distance, trailing up to where three blackened flags flapped in a soft breeze. It was a castle. One plucked from the story books Lina obsessed over as a child. “There’s going to be Gods, Goddesses, and creatures of all types here tonight.” Orion said carefully, cutting me a look with those diamond eyes of his. Folding my arms over my chest, which only served to highlight the ample cleavage the gown revealed, I pursed my lips. “Why does that sound like a warning?” His stare flicked down to my throat, to the necklace he’d pieced back together for a reason I still hadn’t discerned. “Because it is. Some of tonight’s guests won’t take well to you

what would I be? I would be a burden, I told myself. I tossed the phone back onto the seat, started the engine, and drove off. The Onyx Room was dark, loud, and expensive. It was the kind of members-only club where captains of industry went to hide in plain sight, where the lighting was kept deliberately low so no one could see who was drinking with whom. It was perfect. I sat at the bar, the thumping bass of the house music vibrating through the stool and into my spine. "Double Grey Goose. Neat," I told the bartender, a man in a black vest who looked like he had seen everything twice.

Location: Silver Oaks Resorts, Maple Ridge, Orion. Alistair's eyes slowly flutter open to the soft glow of the morning light peeking through the curtains. He stretches, feeling refreshed and fully sober after a good night's sleep. He glances around the room, expecting to see Caleb asleep in the adjacent bed, but he is nowhere around.