Onyx Night Dress Novels & Stories

He kisses my cheek and lets me go to get ready. I head to my room, nerves creeping in as I step into the shower. As I get dressed, I take my time, carefully choosing a long, elegant evening dress. The fabric is smooth and luxurious, a deep shade of emerald that contrasts beautifully with my skin. The dress hugs my curves, the neckline plunging just enough to be sexy without being over the top. A high slit on one side adds a touch of daring, revealing just enough leg as I move. It’s a dress that makes me feel powerful, and tonight, I need all the strength I can muster.

ϖϖϖϖϖϖ “This isn’t too much, right?” Nora muttered, staring at her reflection for the third time that evening. Her dress was a show-stopper: a black, high-necked, sleeveless gown that hugged her curves like it was made for her. Silver crystals and tiny stones glittered down one side, where a slit ran high up her thigh. Her long, dyed red ombré hair flowed past her waist. The matching stilettos caught the light, her diamond necklace glowed, and for a moment she looked like she belonged on a runway instead of at a corporate party.

Crystal chandeliers, silver trays, wolves in suits pretending we weren't one wrong word away from tearing each other apart. Devon had ordered me to "assist." Translation: stand in the corner looking useful while he paraded his perfect future Luna. I wore the dress he'd sent: black leather, backless, hem barely covering my ass. No bra. Thong optional. I'd rolled my eyes when the box arrived, but I put it on anyway. Because screw him. And because I wanted every wolf in that room to choke on the sight.

“Enough of chitchats; take a look at this, Angelique.” One of the ladies who wore an orange fitted dress gave Greyson a tiny box. Greyson knelt with one of his knees on the ground, while the other foot was fixed on the ground. “No one would believe that we’re really a couple if we don’t wear a matching wedding ring, right?” He smiled as he wore it on my ring finger. I wasn’t anticipating this moment to come, not at all, and I feel like I’ve brought myself inside a romantic novel wherein time freezes!

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

"Joseph has been wonderful, indeed. The wedding venue alone set us back over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars." A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, eyes wide with surprise and envy. "A hundred and fifty thousand dollars?! Wow, talk about a lavish affair..." "Joseph promised me the best," Betty said with a smug smile, caressing the diamonds adorning her wedding gown. "This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?"

"I got it from the reception area. The attendant there was very nice to me." "The best disguise is always a smile. There should always be a distinguish between what is predator and what is prey. I will have our administration department make a lanyard for you. It will be mailed to you so keep an eye out for snail mail." Dr. Dawson swiped his badge to get me out of his lab. I could take a hint.

It was his dream realized, and Raya had been by his side through every step, helping with design choices, running errands when he was overwhelmed, and holding him through the stress-induced sleepless nights. But tonight wasn't just about the shop. It was about them. Her dress was a deep emerald green that made her eyes look like jewels and contrasted stunningly with the vibrant phoenix now fully healed and visible along her side. The dress was backless, cut low enough to showcase the tattoo in all its glory, the flames seeming to lick up toward her shoulder blade, the phoenix’s wings spread as if in flight. “You’re staring,” Tobi’s voice came from the doorway, warm and amused.

“Put this on.” I pick up the piece of clothing, holding it up by the straps. It’s a tight, sleeveless black dress crafted from a material that looks like liquid obsidian, designed to cling to every single contour of a woman’s body without a single inch of mercy. “Are you sure this isn’t just another excuse to torture me?” I mutter, raising a brow. “Whose dress is this anyway?” “Like I need an excuse,” he scoffs, turning his back to give me privacy as he walks toward the hearth. “Just put the dress on and be down in five.”

I felt like devouring her. Ox came up behind her and started to nibble on her neck, his fingers trailing up and down her arms. I pulled away to catch my breath. Her beautiful eyes were filled with lust. I knew my eyes were the same. My one hand left her ass and the other left her hair, trailing to her chest and grabbing the bodice of her dress when I saw Onyx grab the back. Ox nodded towards me and we ripped the dress in half.