Onyx Nails Lexington Sc Novels & Stories

Elaine felt really uncomfortable and she felt as though there was a lump in her throat. At this time, Jacob walked into a furniture shop called The Lexington House. This shop specialized in all sorts of Lexington wood furniture and it was actually quite famous in Aurous Hill. As soon as Jacob walked into the shop, a salesman quickly stepped forward and asked enthusiastically, “Good afternoon, sir. What are you looking for?” Jacob replied, “I want to look at some Lexington wood furniture for my living room.” The salesman hurriedly asked, “How big is your living room?” Jacob replied, “About a hundred square meters!”

“You two are like vanilla and chocolate. You have pretty babies.” “Not yet.” Bunny said shaking her head no. Bian laughed as she put her phone away and started on Helen’s nails. Pearl moved to the other side of Bunny and started on her nails also. Freddie refilled their mimosas as they continued to talk. Looking at her purple toe nails with gold flowers and purple nails with gold ombre sparkles, Bunny decided that this had to happen more often. “Pearl, go ahead and book this chair every Saturday morning from today until the end of time. And about two weeks after. God, Helen, you are a genius.”

But I wasn’t done yet. I stepped forward, my gaze never leaving Cassandra’s face, “Is that so?” My voice was even, deceptively casual. “Strange. Because I’ve seen that exact same shade under someone else’s nails before. And it wasn’t powder then, either, it was more on the road of you know… Poison. Smells the same as well.” I shrugged, “But if you say it is, then it is powder. My name is Nyx, it's so nice to finally meet you after hearing so much about you, Cassandra.”

The atmosphere in the boutique salon was serene, with soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation from other clients creating a soothing backdrop. My nails, meticulously shaped into perfect almond forms, were a true work of art. The length was just right, neither too long to hinder practical tasks nor too short to lack elegance. The base color, a soft and translucent nude, served as a sophisticated foundation that enhanced the intricate designs layered on top.

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 started. "I have connections," Joella said mysteriously. "By which I mean I slept with one of the promoters like six months ago and he still feels guilty about ghosting me afterward. Works in our favor." The interior of Onyx was stunning—all dark surfaces and strategic lighting that made everything look expensive and exclusive. The main floor had a massive bar that stretched the entire length of one wall, backed by shelves of premium liquor bottles that were lit from behind. The dance floor was already packed with bodies moving to music that pulsed through speakers I couldn't see but could definitely feel vibrating through the floor.

Well you were the one who told me that your ten-year drought broke because a basement servant put on a short dress?" Liam swiveled his tumbler of crystal-clear ice, the single amber splash of luxury bourbon washing against the sides with a rhythmic clink that was entirely lost beneath the heavy bass thumping through the floorboards of the Onyx Lounge. We were tucked deep inside the club's most exclusive VIP alcove, a hidden enclave of dark mahogany panels, plush leather, and heavy velvet drapes that kept the flashing neon strobe lights of the main dance floor at a safe, elite distance.

Lexi’s mom said as she took off the shoes. “Oh. Here, Susan left the pin box on that table.” I said pointing to it. I watched quietly as she sorted through it. Norm came back from the shoes grumbling something as he dropped a box into Lexi’s lap the dropped back onto the couch. Lexi pulled out a pair of black flats that had red iridescent threads all through them. Lexi’s eyes lit up. “Norm, they’re perfect. Thank you.” Lexi gushed as she put on the shoes, and he just waved her off, pouting.

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.

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.