Onyx Room House Of Yes Novels & Stories

When we arrived at Orion’s office, Nox held the door open for me and I walked in. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by the faint crackling sound of fire burning gently in the hearthstone, and the gentle push of the breeze coming in through a floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the room. Orion’s desk, a massive and well polished slab of dark wood took its space at the left side of the room. The walls were fashioned with heads and tusks of long forgotten beasts and on the ground in the middle of the room sat a rug made of the dried fur of a long dead panther.

I dumped the clothes by the door, ready to ship them off to the dry cleaner, then headed back to my room. Walter lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw me. "That's my girl, quick as a whip. Make sure Janet's favorite dress comes out spotless, will ya?" I gave a quick nod, ready to pamper my skin with a new face mask. I took the tablet from the nightstand and dove into the latest episode of my favorite series.

Dante snarled, “But don’t you think she could use a change of scenery?” “I own a fucking mansion!” my voice alters as Onyx pushes forward, his calm demeanor from earlier gone, “She can choose the first floor, the second, or the gym in the basement. We have three family rooms and a fucking indoor garden. Plenty of options if she needed a change in scenery.” Dante snorts, “Have you gone mad, son?” “Have you got a death wish?” “You’re welcome to come by and check for yourself,” Dante starts, but I cut him off, “I’m pulling up now.”

No one breathed. But after a long silence, Madison began clapping. Slowly at first, then more firmly. Marcus and Tyler joined in, followed by Claire and several other senior staff from different departments. Soon the entire room was buzzing with applause. A few people still wore jealous expressions, but the majority looked genuinely impressed. Raymond remained quiet, but there was a faint glint of pride in his eyes that only Marilyn could catch. When the applause died down, he spoke. “Implement Miss Oxford’s suggestions. Start with the Personalized Memory Experiences across all our flagship properties. Madison, coordinate with the teams.”

' 'Seems like he's overthinking it,' he said, rubbing his arms through his hands. "Do you identify as Lucifer Axosal?" She inquired, blinking her eyes shut. "Yes, ma'am, do you require anything?" He invited them to come forward. "Does this advertisement belong to you?" She inquired, pointing to the poster affixed to the door. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, nodding. "I'd like to have that room." She stated that she was approaching him and standing in front of him. That's when he realized he'd left out the most important detail. He desired a man for the room. Because his house only had one room.

So, in an effort to match his supposedly high-end aesthetic, I replaced my entire wardrobe with nothing but black, white, and gray. Back then, I chased after Dwayne as if he were my personal stream of light. But as I looked back now, he wasn't a light at all. He was a fire—the kind that would burn away my identity. This time around, I didn't want to live by anyone else's standard. I was done doubting and diminishing myself over other people's opinions. Even if my taste was cheap, and even if it didn't look perfect, it was mine. Just then, I received a text from Alfie. "Almost there. Take your time. No rush. I'll be waiting downstairs."

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The playroom glowed under the warm light of wall sconces. I stood with my arms raised high, wrists locked in padded leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling chain. My body was fully displayed for him, every inch exposed and trembling with need. Ledger moved around me like a predator, his dark curls tousled from earlier passion, the open black shirt revealing the strong lines of his chest and the edge of his tattoo. His presence filled the room, commanding and undeniable.

I immediately regretted it, but it did lessen my irritation. My room was spacious and elegant. Though dark, thanks to the obsidian marble floor and dark wood walls. Then again, as is every room in this mansion. This room though, had a gold accent in its decorations and some furniture. The canopy bed in the middle was black and gold with gold satin sheets. I’m sure they’re thinking that I am a high-maintenance lady. They must also think that because of my title, I am entitled and snobbish to those lower than me—which in this place, would be everyone.

Therefore, it was proof that no one else could possibly own it. Using another account, I posted again: "Admin Blake, this is me, the girl everyone flamed online as a gold-digger. I’m exposing my ex-boyfriend, Ryan Cooper, as the real leech. He used my family card to buy gifts for my roommate. The bracelet on the stray dog’s paw was his. I bought it for him myself. It's a limited edition. No one else could possibly own it." Screenshots of the family card charges and the purchase record were attached.