Onyx Clothing Novels & Stories

‘For the Onyx gala. “Oh, the gala,” she said with a strike of realization and turned slightly to Von. “Can I open them?” “Of course.” Kate’s fingers worked the ribbon loose on the box. The moment she lifted the lid, air stalled in her lungs. “Holy…” Nestled inside was a midnight-violet stunning dress. The fabric was embedded with rhinestones that shimmered like radiant stars across a dark sky. Absolutely breathtaking. She couldn’t stop staring, it had to be the most beautiful gown she had ever seen.

"This is the Black Snake Vrig line, boy. Does your small brain not know that every single tunic in this den is harvested from high-quality forest cotton and elite wildland linen? Naturally, the gold metric for these garments is extremely high, starting at five-digit coin figures. If your pouch feels uncomfortable with those numbers, your boots should visit the cheap dirt stalls outside the gates." When my claws were running with the foreign mountain rebels, Black Snake Vrig was the exact clothing mark my body wore every single sun-cycle. The garments felt incredibly soft against a warrior's scars. Additionally, the high designer who draws the patterns happens to be a close blood brother of m

Curiously, she turned toward the source and held her breath at the sight. Onyx entered the ballroom wearing a black suit crafted particularly for him, emphasising the ferocity of his build. His strong shoulders were accentuated, as were his muscular arms, which flexed as he ran a hand over his hair. His gorgeous hair was sought to be slicked back, but some strands fell over his eyes. She finally got to glimpse the chiselled face she'd been wanting to behold. He was just stunning. Her body felt this heedless yearning full force after barely a day of his absence.

Xy nodded, mentally calculating how many people would be in the meeting. He was going to reveal the newest line of accessories for large breed dogs. There was something about the lightheartedness of his clients that made him refuse to completely by in to corporate America. Most men in his position would wear a suit to the office every day, but Xyrus referred jeans and a white button-down shirt.