Onyx Clothing Novels & Stories

Then he turns and heads toward his office, his mind already shifting, compartmentalizing the warmth of the morning into a neat drawer to be opened later. As Oliver nears his desk, he spots Kox leaning against the doorframe, a stylus between his fingers. Knox is wearing a bold, high-fashion outfit that seems to be a reinterpretation of classic formalwear, combining tradition tailoring with dramatic texture and styling. The outfit consist of a three-piece suit in deep black, rich patterned fabric. The material appears to have a raised baroque texture, almost like embroidered velvet. The jacket is sharply tailored with a slim, fitted cut. It features a structured shoulder and a close taper thro

We really do have a pretty good thing going here…so far,’ Zara chimed in. Why was my wolf being so supportive and ‘TEAM POD’ right now?! Before I could say anything else to Zara, I was interrupted. “Goddess kitten, you are intoxicating!” Onyx groaned, stretching and moving even closer, squeezing his head in between where mine and Colt’s heads were laying. I turned my head to him and saw his dark brown orbs, morning stubble, and wickedly sinful pouty lips almost nose-to-nose with me. “Hey, beautiful,” he grinned, leaning in quickly to softly press his luscious pillowy-soft lips on mine in a sweet kiss, “I can smell you all the way up here.”

I said, rummaging through my bag for some clothes I had picked before abruptly leaving the motel. Onyx walked in, and I heard a small gasp escape him. I turned to look at him, but his expression remained neutral. He was wearing a nearly oversized striped button up shirt with some jeans underneath. I studied him briefly, and that was when I realized how small he was, especially compared to me. His outfit basically swallowed him up and he looked youthful in it. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to look for some stuff around the house to cook, and if you need anything, I’m over in the kitchen,” he rushed out, seemingly avoiding my gaze.

she growled. Orion stepped forward to open the door of the boutique, "If you're not planning on wearing a dress, do you plan to rock up in another sports bra and sweatpants?" I gave him a wide berth as I crossed the threshold, "Maybe. Who knows?" The calming aroma of lavender instantly engulfed me as I ventured deeper into the clothing racks with Orion on my flank. This shop, just like most of the other businesses in the town, was owned by someone in our pack. It had been passed down from generation to generation, making these buildings a part of our history.

She wasn't named the only Omega commander for nothing. Having no choice, Onyx crouched beside a tree and rested her back against it while letting the pain consume her and leaking slick between her legs. At times like this, Onyx was so glad she read up on how to control and conceal her scent, if not, her scent would be spreading like a wildfire through the forest.

Six months of someone inside my world choosing the wrong side, I sat with that quietly and let it settle into something cold and workable. "Find me a name by tomorrow," I said. "Already working on it," Reed said. We drove the rest of the way in silence. Later that evening, I went to one of my underground clubs– Oynx. Onyx was one of my flagship establishment, ten floors below street level in the financial district. It was accessible through a members-only entrance that looked like nothing from the outside but looked like everything once you were inside. Dark, low-lit and expensive in a way that didn't need to announce itself. The kind of place where the right people came to do business in th

the clerk smiled I blushed, she must be just trying to be friendly to the customer. "Girl how about you try this one? It's the newest fabric. We've had dozens of similar orders from noble ladies" She gestured at the mannequin next to her I gaped for a moment "so beautiful" The dress is long. Open at the shoulders. Minimal decoration, only a few embroidery of black gemstones. Onyx. Very elegant and will give the impression of a mysterious lady for the wearer. The fabric is a lightweight material and has a natural sheen. I don't know what it's called. The color is purple. The darkest shade of purple. Almost black. So charming.

He looks at himself and at first he noticed nothing different and look closer untill he sees the gold in his eyes. 'Onyx what is this?' Landon asks in shock. ' I don't know, alot has changed but I don't know what Landon and it kind of bothers me' Onyx says not very happy. He pulls of his shirt and immediately sees the mark on his neck and he looks closer. The outline of two cats with their head against each other and wings on each side and it has a soft golden glow to it. "WHAT THE ACTUAL F&@#!" He shouts and rushes out to Jarek.

“Do you even have a preference?” "Everything is beautiful when it's that small." She put it in the basket anyway and moved to the next rack, and I followed her through the aisles with my hand on my stomach. "Boy clothes," Oryn said, stopping at a section of blues and greys and tiny button-up shirts. "Just in case your feeling is right." "It's not a feeling," I said. "It's just—I don't know." "A feeling," she said, and held up a onesie with a small embroidered truck on it. "This one?"

To my right, Hakeem flashed me a curious look, which I returned with a devious grin. Oliver clasped his hands together and rested them on the surface of the table. He looked almost regal in that suit of his, broad shouldered and hair speckled with grey. Nox embodied the youth his father no longer had, only minus the suit. Nox had always preferred a simple t-shirt and torn jeans, another thing that hadn’t really changed.