Onyx Clothing Novels & Stories

Onyx and platinum, a subtle flex for those who knew how to read wealth properly. As I sat on the bench to put on my shoes—black leather oxfords with a beveled edge—I glanced into the long mirror to my side. The man staring back didn’t just look like money. He looked like control. Like danger dressed in civility. A predator in silk.

“Be the predator, not the prey.” I force a sharp exhale and get to work. This is a contract. This is business. I reach into the box and pull out the first piece. My eyes go wide. It’s a smoky-grey slip of a dress—so thin and short it barely qualifies as clothing. It’s the kind of thing an Omega would be forced to wear at a Syndicate auction. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I hiss, looking at the lethal cutouts along the ribs and the sheer lack of hemline. Then I look back into the box.

Chris spun around as if he were looking for something or someone. “You can come out now,” he shouted, “I’m sure you all got a great fucking laugh from trying to fool the famously gullible Christopher Red.” James blew out a heavy breath before the sound of snapping and rearranging bones echoed through the dense forest. Where a man once stood was replaced by the magnificent beast that is Onyx. His deep, almost black fur shined under the rays of sunlight, showing off their lighter brown tips.

No one had seen it? "You don't look like you are ready at all," I commented and grabbed the clothes from him. His buying my two-piece swimsuits was not something new. He had done it a couple of times. "I already planned everything." "It took you a while to invite me." "You have an ogre living inside Dante's house." I did not have to ask who that ogre he was referring to. Of course, that would be Knoxx. My mouth formed an ohh upon seeing the steel strap breast pad bow decoration with a sexy backless design. The green color would fit me. Another design was a slant-shoulder cut with a strap fold design. The color was red.

I wore a minimalist, perfectly tailored black crepe blazer dress that accentuated my sharp posture, paired with a signature bold scarlet lipstick. On my left hand, the legendary Hartley family diamond ring caught the harsh morning sunlight, sending cold, brilliant fractals dancing across the room. Every detail of this environment was chosen to convey one undeniable fact: the era of accommodating compliance was dead. The heavy mahogany connecting door opened with a soft click, and Knox stepped into my space. He had discarded his traditional corporate jacket, wearing a crisp charcoal silk shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing the rugged, tanned skin of his collarbone. His towering, broa

Liz and Gigi hadn't seen or heard from each other since that party that previous week and they were both doing such a good job ignoring each other's existence, filling the void weren't that hard for them both, they were used to it. "How about this one?" Nicky was rocking a short skirt with light blue raffles and a white crop top. That simple outfit was more expensive than Gigi's entire wardrobe probably. The thing with Gigi was that she loved designing her clothes, she felt powerful wearing them and everyone would compliment them as if they were from a famous designer, so it was a win-win situation for her. And even though she had the money to afford expensive clothes, she preferred using th

Oneil also values the event the most. He looks at his reflection with one of the great armors he has. It is a dark blue velvet suit specially designed by Mansha Amyrgia Santifaller for him. The lapel of his suit is shark fin grey. Wearing clothes as this has always allowed Oneil to live in the hall of the respected and the esteemed.

The latter had refused at first but relented after he paid for the first lot on the sly. At his sides were several bags, quite a number. They contained new changes of clothes, shoes adapted to hot and tropical climates. One or two things that each of them had bought for their respective companions and last but not least, a bag with certain items of clothing. A sleeping set of different colors for each omega that was more inclined to the female audience but why not use them, Julian's was less provocative but Aidan had insisted that it was quite revealing. The omega was small but his buttocks and legs were his best attribute and Aidan was sure Madox couldn't go the night quietly without rippin

As the client peeled back the packaging and beheld the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes widened with delight. “I love this color! What do you call it?” “Oatmeal,” Isabella replied. “Would you like to try it on?” The client eagerly extracted the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. “What’s this?” “This is a specially designed undershirt to complement the oatmeal - colored cashmere coat,” Isabella explained. “If you don’t mind, it’s my token of appreciation. However, as a complimentary item, it may not match the exact quality of the coat, but it still holds a touch of the style that’s become my signature, influenced by the beauty and mystery of the werewolf world.”

A minute or so later, he finally nodded, but she didn’t release him. Onyx inhaled deeply, preparing himself to go back to a time that he hated—preparing himself to reveal something that might make his job to earn a place in her life even harder. “I wasn’t born in the Dawn Pack. My family is originally from a pack in Manhattan. They don’t have a plot of land; they purchased an apartment block that’s near a wooded area. The entire pack lives inside the block, and they use the wooded area to run in. One day, I was walking with my sister through the woods when we came across four human males. Their ages ranged from seventeen to twenty-one.”