Onyx Shirt Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN |ORION| I was back here, in his territory. The flames heated up, hot enough to make my blood boil, to mess with my head but not enough to burn me. Screams echoed as the Onyx eyes appeared crouching beside me, his shirt still stained of blood. It was the ceremonial coronation outfit that gods wore when they were about to be crowned as rulers of their realm. I had never said his name since the last time I saw him, the look of horror in his eyes as his blood splashed on his dark hair was still etched on my mind.

Then he turns and heads toward his office, his mind already shifting, compartmentalizing the warmth of the morning into a neat drawer to be opened later. As Oliver nears his desk, he spots Kox leaning against the doorframe, a stylus between his fingers. Knox is wearing a bold, high-fashion outfit that seems to be a reinterpretation of classic formalwear, combining tradition tailoring with dramatic texture and styling. The outfit consist of a three-piece suit in deep black, rich patterned fabric. The material appears to have a raised baroque texture, almost like embroidered velvet. The jacket is sharply tailored with a slim, fitted cut. It features a structured shoulder and a close taper thro

Lia's POV The club was impossible to miss—a sleek, modern building with matte black exterior and the name "ONYX" in glowing white neon letters above the entrance. A line of well-dressed people snaked down the sidewalk, waiting to get past the velvet ropes where two large bouncers were checking IDs and deciding who was cool enough to enter. We climbed out of the Uber and I immediately felt self-conscious. The line was long and everyone looked impossibly stylish and beautiful and like they belonged here in a way I wasn't sure I did.

I asked offering him cup cakes. Knox closed his laptop and sat up straighter. He wore simple black jeans and a snug tee that read this alpha is taken which I actually liked. “Meeting. Crux said we will be having an important meeting.” I nodded and looked at his shirt. “Cool shirt huh.” Knox looked embarrassed but cleared his throat. “You got a mate?” “Yeah,” he said.” There was a silence between us but Knox cut it. I could see his Adam apple bobbling up and down due to his swallows as he watched me.

kill me now. “Come out and cool my nuts then,” Knox chuckled. Oh, he’s back to his infuriating self. I groaned and fixed my clothes before pulling open the door. Knox was leaning against the wall beside the bathroom with a naughty smirk on his lips. He was now wearing a black v neck shirt under a snowy white zip-front sweater jacket. His fitted blue jeans looked a size smaller than him with the way it fitted his legs. His vivid blue-grey eyes were already boring holes in my being when I locked eyes with his hues.

One of those girls stared at Rayn, her eyes wondered on his trying to decipher the cost of what he was wearing. The expensive black shirt he wore clung to his well-toned frame. On his wrist, a Rolex watch gleamed like a beacon of refinement. Few buttons of his shirt was open revealing a glimpse of his chiseled, well-built chest. Shadow and light danced across the expanse of his exposed skin, creating an alluring contrast that drew her attention.

"Italian wool. Slim cut. And I need a shirt. White. French cuffs." "And for the... associate?" The tailor gestured nervously to Oryn, who was standing by the door, blocking the light. Cyprian looked at Oryn. Oryn was wearing a stained hoodie. He looked like a mountain wrapped in trash. "Same for him," Cyprian said. "But you'll need more fabric. And reinforce the seams. He moves a lot." Oryn looked at Cyprian. Me? "You're my right hand, Oryn," Cyprian said. "You can't scare people if you look homeless. I need you to look like a professional."

“Eryx.” He raised both hands in surrender, stepped forward, and pulled a garment from the depths of the wardrobe: a tailored black shirt, softer weave than the others, collar open just enough to reveal the glowing bite on my shoulder. Sleeves that could be rolled to the forearms. Paired with fitted black trousers and a long, unbuttoned coat that fell open like wings. Simple. Severe. Undeniably me. I shrugged it on. Looked in the mirror. Acceptable.

I noted that Onyx was wearing a suit for the meeting, so I look for something that would complement him. “You look beautiful!” Onyx says while holding his chest when I walk out. “I don’t have heels, so flats must do.” I shrug. “No need for heals when you are pregnant. They will all understand that. You could go barefoot here, and they will think it is normal in your condition.” He says as he moves to me, holds my hand, and twirls me in a circle admiring the deep purple dress I purchased yesterday. “Wow, what do you think of this dress?” He asks me, smiling from ear to ear. “I love it. It is as though this dress was made just for me. It hugs all the right places and is loose where I wish it t

The male rolled his eyes dramatically but dropped his arms and relaxed his stance. “It's evolved since then, Lex. If you want to know what I’m talking about, go look,” Azrin gave the offending garment a sidelong glance and grimaced. Hanging there, it looked normal enough. Omegan clothing was usually tight-fitting and designed to showcase desirable attributes like a supple chest and flaring hips. Sheer teal silk with gold embroidered cutouts.