Onyx Men's Jewelry Novels & Stories

But he found, as with everything else, if you had enough money, nothing was impossible. He’d chosen bronze because he loved the contrast of the golden metal against Josie’s fair skin and it matched well with the golden streaks in her hair. But the stones, he’d been adamant that they match her eyes. Aquamarines, rarely found on the market, were embedded in the metal, creating a dazzling jeweled choker that would look stunning against her skin and provide a perfect accompaniment to her gorgeous eyes.

He shrugs before picking out a few already-made pairs for himself. “How do you feel about the boots, Luna?” Skeeter asks as he comes to our side. “I love them. Exquisite work.” I compliment him. “I am happy you like them. I see you are looking at gloves. What else can I do for you today?” He asks happily. “We will need some gloves made.” Onyx insists. “Let me gather my things, and I will meet you at the counter when you are ready.” He bows and heads off to the back once again. “Need anything else?” Onyx asks as I look around. “I don’t know,” I comment as I look at all the handmade leather items. “Oh, look.” I bend down and pull up a leather journal. “This would make a perfect baby book.” I f

“He’s going to cry.” “No doubt,” Phoenix smirked. “But he’s earned every single gift in this room.” Allie and Mike stepped up beside Alex, hands on his shoulders. “Alright,” Mike announced with a proud grin. “Let’s get this started, yeah?” “Start with this one,” Allie said, handing over a silver box wrapped in navy ribbon. “It’s from your dad and me.” Alex opened it carefully. Inside, nestled in midnight blue velvet, was a pendant—an amulet shaped like a wolf’s fang, forged from obsidian and inlaid with a swirling strand of moonstone. His initials were engraved along the edge.

Two large, elegant boxes and one sleek key fob. Catriona’s eyes widened slightly as she approached. “Shawn… what is this?” I pulled her close first, kissing her temple before guiding her to sit. “Gifts,” I said simply. “For the woman who agreed to marry a man like me.” I opened the first box — a stunning set of jewelry from Harry Winston. A necklace with a large, flawless diamond centerpiece surrounded by smaller stones, matching earrings, and a bracelet that caught the light like liquid fire. Classic, timeless, and outrageously expensive. The kind of pieces meant to be worn on the most important day of our lives.

Ever held Sydney's gaze and said coolly, "However, we found none of them wished to touch you." Sydney's overwhelming relief was palpable. The breath whooshed out of her lungs. She'd escaped a significant punishment, but still, my father did not have a light hand. Experience taught me well. Ever pulled a moonstone collar from his pocket, different from the one I'd used with Hycinth, but similar in construction, opalescent, aquamarine Labradorite stones, polished to a smooth finish. They shone brilliantly against silver settings and a thick leather band.

I added quietly. Linda nodded and began to look around. She walked to a few displays and pulled a few things out and set them down in front of me. “Here are three things that I believe she might like. First one is a golden book mark. There are real .5 carat emeralds on each flower as well as all handcrafted designs of vines. Second one is a simple glass jewelry box. The edges are platinum and the inside is lined with black velvet. Standing at five inches by eight inches long, made for ring displays. Third option is a single chair headpiece. It is to clip in the back of the hair and drape forward so that the Onyx is sitting in the middle of the forehead. This has been a new style amongst the

Me. There was also a small velvet pouch inside. When I opened it, I found delicate jewelry — a necklace of tiny diamonds, a bracelet that gleamed like frost, and matching earrings. And beneath all that,. a pair of heels, nude with subtle crystal straps, perfect in size. I smiled before I even realized it. He remembered my size. When I finally stepped out of the room, dressed in what he’d chosen, I found Knox waiting by the door in a black suit. He turned and for a heartbeat, he didn’t say a word. His eyes just drank me in.

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

I fasten the buttons quickly and then; I reach for a pair of dark trousers which slides smoothly over his legs, it does nothing to hide the corded muscles of my legs. I tuck the shirt into the waistband, securing it with a wide leather belt adorned with a silver buckle. A glint of gold on the nearby table catches my eyes, it is a velvet cushion which displays a collection of rings. I pick up the first, a simple gold band engraved with the sigil of Orizon– a rearing griffin. It slides onto my smallest finger, a silent reminder of his lineage and the legacy he carried.

Alex used the moment to wander off toward the boutique’s jewelry section. There, displayed on a velvet tray, were rings, bracelets, cufflinks, and necklaces of such stunning craftsmanship that Alex was momentarily entranced. His eyes landed on a ring—a minimalist silver band with a narrow opal set in the center. The stone shimmered with colors that seemed to dance as he moved his head. He leaned closer, admiring it. The price tag made his jaw tighten. He quickly backed away, pretending not to care. Just then, another piece caught his eye—a necklace, simple but breathtaking. The pendant was a small golden phoenix clutching a pearl in its talons. There was no price tag.