Onyx Night Dress Novels & Stories

Chapter 49 - Lion's Den Lilith I stared at the reflection looking back at me. My onyx hair was neatly pulled into a ponytail, and my face was decorated with enough eyeliner and cherry red lipstick to make any man fall to his knees. But the real show-stopper was the black dress that fit my body like a glove leaving little to the imagination. A golden snake travelled up my spine, delicate chains holding it into place, exposing my back.

The Night What is happening to me? When Mr. O'Neil asked me to join the party, I said to him no. But when Alexander asked me. I couldn't say No. I was thinking while applying some light makeup on my face. I wore a peach-colored gown with flowers printed on it. Sofia gifted me this dress on my last year's birthday. The specialty of this dress is, it's damn comfortable. After sprinkling some of Calvin Klein's perfume, I breathed deeply looking at myself in the mirror. I have straightened my hair, letting it float behind. I noticed it has grown long, reaching till my waist.

I want to look damn good tonight. When Nic shows up just before six, I’m waiting, standing anxiously in the black floor-length dress that he vetoed before on my date night with Orion. “Will it do this time?” I ask, gesturing at the dress along with my rose-gold crown, which is more ornate this time, and my dark makeup, and the serious starlight wolf standing at my side. “Yes, Princess,” Nic says, gentler than he usually is as he offers his hand. “You’re stunning tonight. Come, let us go.”

Knox comes into the room, surprising me when I see that he is in a tuxedo, "Are you coming to the party as well?" "Of course," his eyes sweep me up and down before he comes to stand behind me, "You don't think Jory and I would allow Merrick to take you to such a party without all of your Masters, do you?" He grins and then takes my hands and holds them out to my sides, so he can better look at me, "Damn, Merrick outdid himself with this dress; it even matches your eyes, Baby." The lust in Knox's eyes as he stares at me through the mirror causes tingles down below, and I blush. The dress is an iridescent color of blue and purple, just like my eye color, and he's correct in saying that Merrick

All pieces. Alessandra understood the assignment. She always did. The new pieces were waiting in the second dressing room. Six dresses. Each one more expensive than the last. Each one designed specifically to make a woman feel like she was the most powerful person in every room she entered. Nyx tried them on methodically, understanding that this this ritual of dressing in luxury was where she actually felt most in control. The third dress was the one. Emerald. The same color as the one Vane had given her in Milan. But this one was different. This one was cut to expose her back completely, her spine visible like a weapon, her body a landscape of control.

"Shall we?" I nod, letting her go ahead. She eagerly reaches in and pulls out a stunning dark green dress. "Wow," she whispers, echoing my thoughts exactly. The dress is stunning—an A-line gown with spaghetti straps, its bodice adorned with sparkling rhinestones. It shimmers under the light, cascading down to the floor in a way that’s both elegant and enchanting. The dress has a daring side slit that promises to reveal just the right amount of leg with each step. It’s more of a prom dress than a party dress, but it’s undeniably beautiful.

he said without looking up. I followed the assistant, a woman named Mira, toward a rack full of gowns that looked like they belonged in fashion magazines. I picked a few and went into the changing room. The first dress was a deep navy blue made of smooth satin. It had a straight neckline that sat modestly across my chest. It was sleeveless with thin straps. The fabric hugged my frame, falling flat against my hips and pooling neatly at my ankles. I stepped out, tugging lightly at the hem. Knox looked up once with his expression blank. “Did someone die?”

The uncertainty of what this event would reveal gnawed at her, and she had no doubt that something darker simmered beneath the surface of this business affair. She stood by the grand mirror in her room, gazing at her reflection. Iris, with her usual brisk efficiency, had already laid out the gown for the evening—a striking, deep crimson dress, fitted and designed to draw attention. Everything about it screamed elegance, yet all Sasha could see was how it turned her into a perfect doll, a showpiece for Dominic to parade.

Kairos said emphatically. *** “This dress would definitely suit you.” Orion pointed to the dress displayed in the glass cabinet. It was a white wedding dress with light pink pearl embellishments. It looked very luxurious and sweet. If Callista wore it, she would look absolutely beautiful. The open chest and umbrella-shaped bottom would definitely look very elegant. “I’ll try it on.” Callista was also interested in the dress Orion had chosen. Orion asked the maids to take the dress down so Callista could try it on. They complied, took the dress down, and then guided Callista to the dressing room. They helped the woman change into the dress.

One of the very few left to her since she was officially open and on the marriage market. She had spent hours choosing her dress that morning, finally settling on deep purple and grey silk threaded with onyx, modest yet elegant. She wanted to appear as if nothing was wrong or that anything weighed on her mind, though her sleepless nights and the raw tremor in her chest from flashbacks and night terrors of that incident threatened to betrayed otherwise.