Novel & Cerita Onyx Shirt

I contend. “A great honour to have tea with you, I cannot wait.” The crowd parts once more. This time, it is not a mere courtier or official who steps forward, but Ozar himself. His presence is unmistakable—tall, broad-shouldered and full of aura. His attire speaks of a man who cares little for the conventional rules of appearance. He is wearing a black shirt—one of finely woven, yet it is untucked in some places, proving that he is a man of nonchalance. The shirt clings to his broad shoulders and strong chest, the darkness of it makes his tanned skin appear even more wicked. His trousers are tailored to perfection, accentuating the powerful lines of his legs.

Onyx grumbled at me as I turned around and shifted back into my human form. “For being a cocky asshole!” I yelled over my shoulder as I slid into the shirt he loaned me. When I turned around, both of my mates were looking at me with lusty looks. I felt my cheeks heat up as I walked up to them. Pyrite cleared his throat and looked away for a second. “I like you in my shirt, mate.” Onyx growled out. “I do too, but we have other shit to deal with, Ox,” I stated from beside him.

I nod and start towards Gideon who is talking with Liliana, Ryder, Freya, Benjamin, Ares, and Nikki, as Kitty chases Phoenix and Aiden around them. “Really Ryder, no shirt,” I can’t help tease knowing how proud he is to be marked by both of his mates. “Yeah, because Osric is always wearing a shirt,” Ryder chuckles, and shakes his head. I giggle staring at Osric’s bare chest, as he smirks at my eyes wandering his body. “Fair, hell if I had abs like either of you, I’d run around without a shirt too,” I admit, making Liliana and Freya laugh as they both shake their heads.

Cain begins to feel irritated looking at Onyx acting all formal. “Stop acting politely and all formal. It’s disgusting.” Cain says abruptly. Onyx loses his patient and stares at him fiercely. He is boiling with anger. Suddenly, his suit is steaming and gas emits throughout his body. Then, a crimson fire burns the entire suit and traces to his hair. When the fire has burnt out, Onyx appearance has changed. He’s wearing a black hooded-singlet, a black trouser with chain hanging from one of the pocket, and a pair of black leather boots with belts strap all over it. His iris shifts from amber to electric blue.

Logan, with his undeniable aura of charisma, looked incredibly hot. Known for his stylish flair and effortlessly cool outfits, Logan had a penchant for simple yet sophisticated pieces that perfectly echoed his laid-back personality and innate sense of good taste. On this particular evening, he opted for a grey relaxed-fit T-shirt, a choice that effortlessly projected a casual yet put-together appearance, perfectly aligning with his easy going demeanour. The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure.

I picture myself seated among them, my cosmetics and hair done, ready to dazzle the prince. My gaze returns to Kohl. I can see more details up close. I like how he looks at the gals and has a slight grimace on his face, like he's not happy with his choice. ... the black shirt he's wearing, which is covered with onyx pauldrons and a grey vest. I also see that he has a tiny silver chain around his neck, with a pendant that eerily resembles the fangs of another wolf.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.

I made a mental note to prepare more cookies for Daniel. I walked into Axel's office, with my most prized possession—Jasper. I walked into the office and saw Axel seated behind the large Mahony table, the sunlight seeped in and casted a celestial light around him. He's wearing a crisp, white shirt and a pair of stylish, rimmed glasses. His collarbones are visible, peeking out from the first three buttons of his shirt, undone in a casual yet refined manner. The shirt is fitted, highlighting his broad chest and toned arms. His neck is strong and masculine, and the muscles of his forearms are visible beneath the sleeves of his shirt.

Amora sighed her hand over her heart. "We will send some of our warriors, just in case. They had left just as you arrived," Orion said, standing tall. He was wearing a long white jacket over his bare chest; bits of gold threading and expensive-looking leaf jewels stood out on the neck of his collar, all the way down to the bottom of his jacket. Willa wore something similar, except a tea-length dress and a low-cut top. "We will have a lot of fun. We can do a spa day. Remember when we did that, Amora?" Amora nodded slowly, her heart still clutching her chest.

she knew literally everything Hazel had in her closet. "This one?" she showed it to the camera. "Yeah ... try that one ..." Hazel took off her jeans instead and reached into her closet again, "How about this? I think this would look good with a tank top instead of the sweater?" she took one of her denim overall, the skinny one. Jan grunted, "I give up ... well I guess that will look good with a black tank top." "Or the white Tee-shirt?" she grinned still contemplating to use the shirt.