Onyx East Tampa Novels & Stories

Apollo opened his window. I smiled, “I think so.” Onyx took a left at the light and suddenly it was like we entered the entertainment realm, hotels and casinos were everywhere. Bright hanging lights illuminated the streets that invited people into the bars and restaurants that stayed open late, on both sides of the road cars were parked behind gated condo buildings and expensive townhouses. “Beautiful,” I breathed. Apollo pointed to a restaurant, “Onyx, park here.” “You want sushi for dinner?” she pulled in a parking space.

~Sienna “First, Elora Daniels,” I announce, striding back and forth. Onyx lets out a pained groan, tipping his head back. “Sienna…” “She lives on the Western edge of the Pack. Her father owns a vast amount of land on which he harbours numerous successful orchards.” I tilt my head to the side. “Impressive.” Onyx shakes his head, shifting in his seat. He's been condemned to the chair in front of the fire, forced to listen to me read from four individual profiles that detail who his future wife may be.

He just rested his back and folded his arms across his chest, staring at the TV. "Will you wait or return to Moonshine?" Ryker asked. "We should stay. This will give us a chance to meet our mate and maybe even stay closer to her for a few days." Onyx pointed out. "I'll wait. Just because I don't want to disrespect Alpha Raymond." Zane stood up and walked towards the balcony. He stood at the railings looking down at the already busy street. "Is this how busy all the roads get? It's barely seven am." Onyx gasped.

Part Two: Unnecessary Roughness "Did you see this? Are you actually looking at this?" Ryan McCabe leaned back in his chair, aviator shades covering his eyes, and wished his agent, Walt Alston, would disappear. And take his tablet with its vicious headlines with him. They were sitting on the back patio of Ryan's home on Davis Islands, an archipelagos formed by two small islands at the mouth of Hillsborough Bay and minutes from Tampa's bustling downtown area. The rest of the property sloped down to the bay, a scene that up until today had given him a great deal of pleasure. Today he was wondering how many of the pleasure boats cruising past his house were doing so with their sole purpose being

After a change of clothes and attending to the hunger of his belly, he was on his way, gliding down the busy streets of the metropolis. He was soon parked in his preferred spot at Webster Hall. He slid out of his car and made his way to the club's private entrance. The quiet evening was filled with the mumbles and chatter of people queuing for entry. The bouncer nodded as he walked into the sea of boozy people dancing to the beat of the tunes. Onyx made his way through the crowd to the bar and sat on the stool. His drink was brought to him, and as he held the cold glass in his hand, he gazed out over the crowd swaying to the music.

To two of them read their respective novels in silence, only making the occasional comment. ~0~ Tyler walked through Ravenhill Cemetery with a rucksack slung over his shoulder, shovel over the other and a torch in his hand, lighting his way. He stopped by a gravestone marked with simply with two letters: MD. The young man set the rucksack and the torch down, making sure to angle it so he had enough light to see by. He glanced around to make sure that no one was watching him before he started to dig.

Jay and Adolf were on board and the latter waved to Megan and Dennis when the door opened enough and he came out to greet them. "Wait, we're going in that?" it suddenly dawned on Megan. "But isn't it a little conspicuous?" Well, more than a little actually, she added in her head but didn't mention it. "The Chariot is a fully functioning Olympus station," Dennis explained. "It houses every facility and resource present here in the building, which as you already may have guessed, won't fit into anything smaller." He chuckled at his own attempt at a comic relief. "But don't worry, it's stealthy."

Tion’s POV (continued) The training yard was nearly empty again. Not silent…nothing in Crimson territory was ever truly silent, but close enough that the air felt heavier. Dante had already finished with the day’s drills and was nowhere in sight. The younger wolves were inside the mess hall, their voices muffled under the low roof. Garrick and the other veterans had gone to the perimeter for night watch. That left Tanya alone in the training yard.

I entered the date of that night. Click. The heavy steel mechanism rolled back. The safe swung open without a sound. Inside lay three thick, black binders and a stack of legal documents. I ignored the corporate stocks and the foreign bonds, reaching straight for the binder labeled Onyx Holdings: Domestic Assets. I flipped it open, my eyes scanning the pages under the pale moonlight. There were blueprints. Schematics of a sprawling, heavily guarded compound situated in the empty desert miles outside the city limits. St. Jude’s Extended Care Facility.

My voice so low, I know only she could hear it. Rosa’s eyes widen, but I can smell her arousal. The way her body came alive at the thought of being taken right here… in the middle of this busy street. ‘I need to taste her,’ Onyx growls, trying to claw his way to the forefront of my mind. ‘If you don’t get us home within the next few minutes, I’ll drag her into an empty alleyway and show her that we follow through on our threats.’ Fear fills my mind. Onyx can be… untamed. Feral in some ways. He is a beast at heart, but sometimes I find that he lacks humanity entirely.