Novel & Cerita Onyx Night Dress

“Use those funds for business attire, Miss St. Claire. What I’m buying are your evenings-with-me ensembles, Nikki. And I must say… You and Miss Fernsby have knocked the selection out of the park tonight.” His gaze eases over me, admiringly. Heatedly. I’m wearing a curve-hugging, black, one-shouldered mini. The neckline scoops artistically toward the shoulder that’s covered, and the long sleeve tightly flows downward, gathering a tad in places and ending midway across my hand, all with dramatic flair. I’m holding an onyx-died ostrich clutch with a wide, shiny platinum trim along the edge of the flap. On the hand of my bare arm is a striking onyx-and-platinum ring that stands out on my middle

she surrendered. “Thank you Gab, I love you. See you later. Bye” “I can’t believe I’m saying yes ---” she sighed. She looked at the wedding dress again and her excitement return, forgetting her security job for later. She hurriedly undressed on her black pants and floral red blouse and neatly fold it and put it on the marble counter. She gently slipped on the wedding gown. The gown slide on her body as if it was her own. She looked at herself in the mirror when she saw horses coming towards her….

I do not share what I have branded. I felt a cold sweat break out across my neck. This wasn't a romance. This was an excavation. He wanted to strip away every layer of the girl I had been until there was nothing left but the "beast" he saw hidden underneath. I reached for the box Victoria had left. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a dress. It was silk, the color of a bruised plum, and entirely backless. There was no lace, no frills. It was a garment designed for easy access and total exposure. Beneath it lay a collar—a thin, elegant band of black leather with a discreet silver buckle.

I smile and whisper back, “I love you too.” ---------- Onyx walks down the corridor as he shifts his attire again. Same way with the burning crimson flames. He’s back in his formal suit and neat dark brown hair. His eyes shift back to amber color. He sighs. When he reaches the room, he sits on the wrecked couch. Well, this house is pretty broke. This is where Onyx spends his time, thinking. He leans his head backwards and smiles. He knows that she’s standing behind him.

“You are in Nocturne Palace, the heart of Vampyria—the kingdom that exists beneath the human veil. The eternal night is our sky, and the stars you see above you are real. They simply chose to shine for us alone.” She crossed to an ebony wardrobe taller than my old apartment and opened it. Gowns spilled out like liquid night: sapphire, amethyst, emerald so dark it looked black until the light caught it. She selected one the color of a midnight sky just before dawn and laid it across the bed. “His Majesty requests your presence in the throne hall within the hour. May I assist you?” I stared at the dress. It was sleeveless, backless, with silver constellations embroidered so finely they seemed

Everyone got to their feet and a hush fell over the crowd. *Ohhhhhhh,* Onyx moaned, as she started down the aisle, her dad holding her arm. My mind raced, even though she had a veil over her face, I could more than see the outline of her perfect body. I knew Renata would do another curve hugging dress just like the one she’d had for the dance. Fuck. I can’t exactly have a boner in front of all these people! It didn’t even look like she had on a bra. The dress was almost like a slip but there was a lot of detail to it.

Bellatrix Sinclair The gown was utterly breathtaking, a marvelous blend of darkness against the starry night. Blinking rapidly, unable to accept that it was me in the mirror. A deep onyx colour that reminded me of Lazarus, shimmering a midnight blue under the light. Intricate silver embroidery along the bodice, delicate vines dancing along the sweetheart neckline, mesh material that wrapped around my collarbones and climbed to my neck. Sheer long sleeves and ruffled layered skirts that flowed like the ocean waves, shifting from translucent to utter darkness and similar detailing of silver embroidery along the edges. Even the slightest movement had the dress moving like a subtle breeze in the

Knocked. “It’s done. Security is set.” The door opened. And I just… stopped. My brain shut off. My breath caught. Nyx stood there, and she wasn’t the Alpha Queen. Not right then. She was something from a dream I was too stupid to ever have. The dress was crimson red. The color of fresh blood and dark wine. It was sleeveless, tight at the top, hugging every curve I’d memorized with my hands. The fabric flowed down long, but there was a high slit that went up to her thigh, showing a flash of skin every time she shifted. And the sides… they were open, too. Just delicate straps holding it together, revealing the elegant lines of her waist. Her hair was up, twisted in some complicated way, leavin

A lot can change in a few years and even a few months, and I am no longer that spoiled princess. Caterina chose an off-the-shoulder Grecian crimson evening dress to represent the BloodCrest pack as Luna. Lilith is in a sleek black and red dress, which accentuates sexiness. Nova in a baby blue, one-shoulder evening gown which shows off her teeny tiny bump and me in a champagne evening gown with a princess neckline. Luckily for us, they were the last gowns in stock, and we also found matching shoes and accessories.

Jonah hastily released Sasha's hand. Sasha was wearing a deep purple nightgown with intricate lace flowers. Most importantly, it was a sexy design with a deep V-neck in the front and backless down to the waist behind. I had specifically prepared this nightgown for my wedding night. To think she had not only usurped the house meant to be my marital home, but she had even put on my clothes—it was as if she was already the lady of the house.