Onyx Bridal Set Novels & Stories

This was more than just a wedding; it was the merging of two great packs, a symbol of unity and power. As I stood at the altar, dressed in a tailored black tuxedo embroidered with gold thread, I felt my heart race with anticipation. The tuxedo fit perfectly, accentuating my strong frame, and the golden embroidery shimmered under the sunlight. Atop my head rested a diamond-encrusted crown, a symbol of my status as Alpha Lycan King. Yet, despite my power and rank, all I could think about was her.

Betty. She moved through the crowd on her father’s arm, her head high but her steps slow, almost dragging. Her gown wasn’t the innocent white of fairy tales....it was ice-silver, stitched with tiny shards of crystal that caught the light and made her shimmer like glass about to shatter. The neckline was bold, plunging, as though daring anyone to look too long. A high slit ran up her thigh, showing she was both a bride and a weapon. But her face… expressionless. Empty.

Beside him, Olivia was breathtaking in a gown that seemed to capture and reflect light with every movement. "That's the Azure Moonlight Gown," a woman behind us whispered reverently. "An Imris original—worth over ten million dollars!" "And look at that necklace," her companion added. "The Moonstone Cascade collection. You can't even commission pieces like that anymore." Charlotte leaned closer to me. "Last time it was a custom lavender gown worth millions; tonight it's the Moonlight Masterpiece." I watched as Ethan guided Olivia to the front row with his hand resting lightly on the small of her back—a gesture of intimacy he once reserved for me.

I remain rooted to the spot, blinking rapidly in shock as the pieces slowly fall into place. The current object of my obsession is a wedding dress. It sits alone on a raised platform in the middle of the room, sparkling and shimmering like a rare creature in all its glory. The platform is made of black onyx stone and probably costs far more than what my parents’ entire company is worth. And the dress itself… I lack the words to describe it. It sparkles from top to bottom, and a closer inspection reveals that the source of the sparkles are thousands of tiny diamonds hand beaded to the sheer white fabric.

So she nodded her head in agreement. "But first, let's select your wedding gown. You are the bride. You go first" Olivia said, making Nyra blush. After that, they decided to let Nyra select first. The seamstress showed all the bridal dresses she made specifically for the princess. Nyra liked one of them. The dress has a sweetheart Neckline, and the sleeves are short. It hugs her body till waist and flares down in layers and falls down the her feet. The bodice is studded with white diamonds. The entire dress is shimmering with the platinum threads woven all throughout.

Layken would enjoy seeing me in this for sure and that’s all that really matters as far as our wedding night is concerned. Once I got everything on, and where it should be, I admired myself in the mirror. Other than the under wire of the corset digging into my flesh, I loved it. Layken will come undone when he sees me in this. The set is black and comes with stockings, clip straps, and everything. The only thing I need now is a garter to go on my upper thigh. There is another set that Tenley picked out that is white, and I could see that it was just like this one. Only instead of a corset, it came with a sexy bra. So I took the corset off and tried on the bra. Then I took everything off and

Although she still had a pallid complexion, she seemed much stronger tonight as she leaned heavily on her wooden cane. "I called you all here because I have an important matter to discuss," she said, her voice firm and clear like nothing had happened earlier. "But before we go into that case, I would like to discuss Conrad's wedding first." Yvonne's unhappy expression quickly vanished when she heard Victoria's words. She reached for her fiancé's hand, beaming like a peacock as she proudly showed her large, dazzling engagement ring. For some reason, it was the one thing she refused to copy from Chyna. A large pear-shaped diamond sat atop a double-band of pavé stones, each facet catching the l

Crystal whispered to her mother who gave a nod. "You look stunning..." she complimented to the bride who was getting her lipstick done. "You look ravishing, Crystal..." answered her. "When and how did you get married to my uncle Maddox?" This question tore her smile into a grieve than to the serious expression. "Crystal, come back and see if mommy looks okay..." Pidge was waiting in her room when she asked Ginger to get her a glass of water. The romantic lace over Dolce Satin, slim a-line bridal gown from Stella York, features a crystal beaded waist belt and a scalloped trim on its sweetheart bodice, hem and chapel train.

Perhaps that would make it hurt less. Perhaps. He returned within minutes, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight before him. The golden ornaments shimmered under the soft lighting, catching the glint in her downcast eyes. The bridal finery clung to her frame, transforming her into something ethereal, almost otherworldly. A small tilak was carefully pressed between her brows, and a delicate maang tikka (hair line pendant) was placed on her forehead, its chain disappearing into her neatly parted hair. A chorus of red and gold bangles clinked as they were gently forced up her wrists, encasing her hands in tradition. A gentle clatter echoed as red and gold bangles were slid up her wrists,

I noted that Onyx was wearing a suit for the meeting, so I look for something that would complement him. “You look beautiful!” Onyx says while holding his chest when I walk out. “I don’t have heels, so flats must do.” I shrug. “No need for heals when you are pregnant. They will all understand that. You could go barefoot here, and they will think it is normal in your condition.” He says as he moves to me, holds my hand, and twirls me in a circle admiring the deep purple dress I purchased yesterday. “Wow, what do you think of this dress?” He asks me, smiling from ear to ear. “I love it. It is as though this dress was made just for me. It hugs all the right places and is loose where I wish it t