Onyx Bridal Set Novels & Stories

Everyone got to their feet and a hush fell over the crowd. *Ohhhhhhh,* Onyx moaned, as she started down the aisle, her dad holding her arm. My mind raced, even though she had a veil over her face, I could more than see the outline of her perfect body. I knew Renata would do another curve hugging dress just like the one she’d had for the dance. Fuck. I can’t exactly have a boner in front of all these people! It didn’t even look like she had on a bra. The dress was almost like a slip but there was a lot of detail to it.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

Sylvia had barely looked up. "It's not like you don't have perfectly good suits at home. Just wear one of those." I'd believed her. I thought she was just being practical because we'd spent years struggling financially. Then a bridal shop employee handed me a delivery receipt. She smiled knowingly. "Ms. Reed specially ordered a fully handmade custom suit three months ago. The fabric is top-of-the-line. It cost three hundred thousand dollars. She must've wanted it to be a surprise." My hands shook as I took the receipt.

“I swear, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a real black opal this close. They look beautiful on you. Especially that pendant—holy moonlight, it’s like staring into a tiny galaxy.” I chuckled and thanked her softly. Even though today wasn’t my graduation, I couldn’t help feeling a small pinch of disappointment. I really wished I could share at least one dance with the man I loved—just something simple, something that would make him feel like he was part of this moment with me. I picked a deep, low-cut gown on purpose, wanting it to frame the pendant Orion had gifted me. To keep the attention on it, I paired it with tiny black-opal studs simple enough not to steal the spotlight but just e

After ten minutes. Marquis grins as ten bridesmaids from Oryx's workplace enter the venue, each holding a bouquet. Following them are Maria and Owen, positioned behind, eagerly anticipating their mother's entrance. Marquis' eyes widen, and he catches his breath as Oryx, ending the anticipation, gracefully walks in. Their children follow, scattering flowers on the red carpet, earnestly creating a carpet of roses. Oryx raises her eyes, locking gazes with Marquis, who stands breathless. A smile graces her face as she walks down the aisle. This time, her husband smiles back at her with a heart full of love.

I hesitated before opening it, half-expecting something ridiculous. Lifting the lid, my fingers brushed against the soft fabric inside. A white, sleek cowl neck dress, its asymmetrical hem giving it's own edge of elegance, like It was from paradise. It was the kind of dress you’d wear to some high-end event, not a Sunday breakfast. Underneath the dress, I found a pair of Saint Laurent Opyum heels in black, their iconic design unmistakable, and a diamond jewelry set clearly from Tiffany jewels., wrapped in a neat little package.

On this day forward, i'm officially submitting myself to the billionaire's dominion and I'll gladly embrace his dark to darkest shades with all certainties. "You're the finest bride, my dear." Mom mumbled on my side. "Thanks, mom. I love you two." I heartily replied to her compliment. I felt Dad's palm in the vacant space of my back, obviously because the gown i picked to present in this very special day of my life is a backless styled deep v-shaped neckline with diamond crystals emphasizing the linings of the equal sides of the upper part of the gown. The wedding song which Lorcan and i agreed to choose, started playing with the help of orchestra on the side platform led by the main vocalis

At the far end, beneath a canopy of woven silver birch branches, stood Blade Blackthorn…Alpha King of Ash Creek…in a tailored black tuxedo that made him look carved from shadow and starlight. His dark hair was swept back, jaw set,his eyes were the colour of storm clouds, it was grey and beautiful. Opposite him, Tanya Knox glowed in a gown of liquid ivory and diamonds. The dress clung to every curve before flaring into a dramatic train that pooled like moonlight on the marble floor. Her dark hair cascaded in perfect waves down her back, the very strands that had cost a young maid her job this morning. A delicate tiara…once Calla’s, now resized and reset with larger stones…sat atop her head.