Onyx Denver Co Novels & Stories

Onyx immediately barks orders as he moves large items in front of doors and windows so no one can enter. Within an hour, the Cabin seems safer than any locked cell I have seen. Onyx has stationed a set of chairs at the top of the stairs, connecting the main stairwell and the servant’s passage. No one will enter the rooms unless they come in through the windows with us sitting there. As promised, we took the first watch, and everyone else went to sleep. “You are more than welcome to go to sleep, my love.” Onyx lifts my chin and looks deep into my eyes. “Not without you.” I gargle out through the need growing between my legs. “You know I can smell you, right?” “Good,” I whisper seductively. “I

Jacob sneered. “Exactly… No!” I put the pressure on word No! Fiarra chuckled and replied, “we are better in everything from humans, onyx! We have schools and hospitals, a library and grocery stories in the pack. The whole place is similar to a small town but clean and pollution free.” “That’s right sis! Onyx will have it hard spending time with other wolves as he had lived a life like an ordinary human. I still doubt that he is a werewolf.” I smiled but I wanted to strangle a rude man.

n, and I pressed my hands harder around the steering wheel. I'd been so careful about the contract. About giving her exactly what she asked for. No pressure. No demands. Just protection and stability and the physical arrangement she'd agreed to. And I'd fallen anyway. Of course you did. You were already halfway there before you even signed the papers. I found myself pulling into the parking garage of Onyx. My club. One of three I owned in the city but this was the main one. The one I'd designed myself. High-end. Exclusive. The kind of place where people came to be seen or to disappear depending on what they needed.

Chapter 119 Phoenix settled into the passenger seat and they sat in a silence that had the particular texture of two people in the presence of information they were still organizing. Orion was looking straight ahead through the windshield with the expression he wore when he was being careful about the order in which he said things. "So," he said finally. "So," Phoenix agreed. "Dante Archer," Orion said, in the tone of someone beginning a summary, "who is Ravyn's partner—" "who is the younger brother of Miles Archer, who is also the father figure to Ravyn's child, who lives in a two-bedroom apartment on an art teacher's salary despite having access to a trust fund he hasn't touched in six yea

In case Jaxon blocks his sanity again. “Where’s Gavin?” asked Jaxon, whom Rey believed was courtesy. “Do you really want to know the answer?” Jaxon shrugged nonchalantly. “Lately, a lot of newcomers roam around our region. I’m sure this has something to do with the spider organization,” Rey said while supervising GC visitors. They weren’t talking about local people but other criminal organizations starting to create havoc in Denver. Many of them came from different factions. Even several Motorcycle Clubs also took part. And they both know the reason for the movement.

Time: Thursday, December 12, 2024 | Evening Location: The Onyx Room, The Olympus Casino The Onyx Room was a sanctuary of shadow and sin, hidden deep within the sub-basement of the Olympus. The air was thick with the scent of hand-rolled Cuban cigars, twenty-year-old scotch, and the quiet, electric desperation of men gambling away fortunes they couldn't afford to lose. The only sounds were the soft, hypnotic whisper of cards on fresh felt and the gentle, rhythmic clink of heavy poker chips, a sound like falling coins in a king’s tomb.

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.”

The problem was he was an asshole, at least to me. Oh me? I’m Phoenix Greeley, at least I think I am. I just turned 18 and have been a member of the Silver Moon pack forever. I never knew my parents or my last name, so I have my adopted parents name. I was loved and sheltered. My brother, Lance, also tried to include me in every event or outing he was involved in. Here’s the thing, My adopted family is white, yep blonde haired, blue eyed and me well I’m not white, I’m black mixed with some native American so I’m literally the fly in the buttermilk. My skin is the color of mocha or milk chocolate. I love my color, it’s rich and smooth, but some don’t appreciate it. I have light brown eyes; fu

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉 I arrived at the location where I was supposed to meet Ox and Pierre. The Onyx Room A private, soundproof lounge wrapped in black marble and silence. The kind of place where secrets are born and people disappear. This is where I carry out most of my demonic work… where I meet my clients. And when I say clients, I mean the kind of people who pay to see someone die. If it isn't about killing someone, then I'm not interested in that shit.

Denver’s voice was soft and calming – more of like hypnotizing every bit of her. “D-Denver…” She unconsciously called his name. Her eyes moved away because of the insolent action she took. She shouldn’t have done that. He was the Alpha of their pack, and she was just a mere servant omega. She shouldn’t be calling him by his name. But Denver stared at her – like it was melting her. She couldn’t stand his eyes, but Denver put his thumb and index finger under her chin to make her look at him. “Look at me.” He seriously commanded, which made her snap her eyes towards him.