Onyx On The Bay Miami Novels & Stories

I insisted, my determination to face the entirety of what had transpired unwavering. Ky attempted to interject, a soft, "Sky, you don't..." trailing off as he recognized the resolve in my voice. Knox answered, his voice low. "We have a lot of hungry gators down in the bayou at the end of the property. I'll just say that..." His words resounded with finality, a stark reminder of the brutal simplicity with which the natural world reclaims its dues. While gruesome, the reality of Fletcher's end brought with it a sure primitive justice, a return to the earth in the most elemental way possible.

After a change of clothes and attending to the hunger of his belly, he was on his way, gliding down the busy streets of the metropolis. He was soon parked in his preferred spot at Webster Hall. He slid out of his car and made his way to the club's private entrance. The quiet evening was filled with the mumbles and chatter of people queuing for entry. The bouncer nodded as he walked into the sea of boozy people dancing to the beat of the tunes. Onyx made his way through the crowd to the bar and sat on the stool. His drink was brought to him, and as he held the cold glass in his hand, he gazed out over the crowd swaying to the music.

what would I be? I would be a burden, I told myself. I tossed the phone back onto the seat, started the engine, and drove off. The Onyx Room was dark, loud, and expensive. It was the kind of members-only club where captains of industry went to hide in plain sight, where the lighting was kept deliberately low so no one could see who was drinking with whom. It was perfect. I sat at the bar, the thumping bass of the house music vibrating through the stool and into my spine. "Double Grey Goose. Neat," I told the bartender, a man in a black vest who looked like he had seen everything twice.

A minute or so later, he finally nodded, but she didn’t release him. Onyx inhaled deeply, preparing himself to go back to a time that he hated—preparing himself to reveal something that might make his job to earn a place in her life even harder. “I wasn’t born in the Dawn Pack. My family is originally from a pack in Manhattan. They don’t have a plot of land; they purchased an apartment block that’s near a wooded area. The entire pack lives inside the block, and they use the wooded area to run in. One day, I was walking with my sister through the woods when we came across four human males. Their ages ranged from seventeen to twenty-one.”

****XANDER***** The sun shone down the streets, blindingly bright. I sat in my car on Biscayne Boulevard, the main street in Miami, with the right door slightly open and a rifle in my hand. I was putting on my police uniform as I had been asked to monitor the street for an hour or two. From nearby clubs, I could hear the bass drum of techno music pulsating, and from various restaurants, I could hear Latin music playing. Almost as loud as the music, I could hear the laughter of people socializing.

“Fine. But you listen to me once we get there.” The wolf enclosure sat on the edge of the city, surrounded by tall fencing and reinforced gates. The air smelled of sand, metal, and animal musk. The workers moved cautiously as they led us toward the isolation pens. Every step forward made the weight in my chest heavier. “This is Onyx,” a handler said, stopping in front of a wide pen. “If you can put a halter on him before four, he’s yours. No charge. If not, the vet proceeds.”

Mr Grey’s voice cut through my thoughts, “Miss Debby, Apologies for not introducing you earlier. This is Mr Kian, the most handsome and richest Tech CEO in Las Vegas!” he chirped. Time stopped when Kian’s gaze rested on my lips but I was quick to maintain my stance. “The mysterious CEO of Kiantrix, it's a pleasure to meet you in person.” I declared with a smirk on my face. Kian smiled, “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Debby Han, CEO of Gex-luxury Brand. It seems my day is already made, I have been wanting to spend some time with you and find out if you have some rare gemstones for a gentleman,” he stated.

For me. "Thank you," I laugh, and the sound comes out softer than I intended—almost breathless. "Here's the start of your new collection. You're about to see more of the world." His eyes meet mine, and the air between us feels thicker, charged. "You never know. Maybe when this assignment is over, you'll want something to remember it by." I already know I will. And it won't be the snow globe. --- Jax The Bay Blades crush Tampa 5-1.

"Why are you coming? You could stay safe in the Cove." Bonny looked up, his spectacles reflecting the dim cabin lights. "Lass, I spent twenty years watching the law be used as a club to beat the weak. I’ve been waiting a decade for a case worth coming out of retirement for. Besides," he glanced at Richard and then back to me, "someone has to make sure this shark doesn't forget he's a human being now." As the pilot announced our descent into San Diego, the pressure in my ears increased. The city lights began to swell, a vast, glittering grid of power and secrets. Somewhere down there, Nora was probably celebrating her upcoming victory, and Arthur Jones was likely over his restored legacy.

The servants looked at him, surprised, when he stepped out of his room. And when Michael, the host of the event, announced Onel's presence in the hall, he walked in. “And now, I present to you our beautiful omega who just turned eighteen today...Ladies and gentlemen, here comes Onel!” The doors opened. Everyone was stunned when they saw him naked. The second he walked in; the moon became full. He smiled and shifted.