Onyx Shirt Novels & Stories

The staging bay of the Sun’s Fury smelled of recycled air and gun oil. It was a cold, metallic scent that stuck to the back of my throat, tasting like old pennies. Ashren stood by the open drop ramp, the wind from the upper atmosphere whipping his hair into a frenzy. He was armored in the new Onyx plate, matte black, sleek, and humming with a faint, low-frequency vibration designed to scramble thermal sensors. He looked less like a man and more like a shadow cut from the void.

____ A long time later Ax looked at himself in the mirror again, taking a deep breath. The omega's torso is wrapped in wine-red fabric, a beautiful chino-collar shirt glued to each stretch of skin, his hair tied up in a tight, high bun with a pretty arrangement leaving each hair in place, high-waisted pants and dark fabric like most of the ones she wears, reaching just below her chest, with two rows of silver buttons on each side, a pretty bow around the Chinese collar accessorized with a pair of short heeled boots, and earrings, small and subtle. Ax turned and looked from all possible angles, happy with the result.

I took another shot and effectively made another solid in the center pocket. I looked up at Ace and raised my eyebrow as my gaze fell onto his shirt. A smile tugged on his lips as he started to unbutton his shirt, Romano doing the same. As his shirt opened, I felt my panties moisten. His torso, back, and arms were covered in dark ink and intricate designs. The design on his neck blended into a perfectly detailed design on his chest.

I mumbled and I could see Onyx trying so hard to hold her laugh within her. "Stop being so grumpy, Luisxer," she said, coming to the rescue of her best friend. She wore rainbow-colored lingerie and it made me question her taste in undies and lingerie. Most girls I do see, their lingerie is mostly black or red or some sexy color or something. And who the fuck wears lingerie to a pool, is not Onyx with her wild mind and taste for adventure.

Chapter 80 - Alexander I Aurora POV I was dressed in a green floor-length gown that I had ordered online. Honestly, nothing beat online shopping, sweetie; it was the best feeling in the world. The silk dress had a slit starting from my knee down, with a sleeveless cut and a high neck that covered my throat like a choker. The dress glittered softly under the lights because of the tiny, shimmering stones stitched across the fabric. A small, delicate pendant necklace rested on my collarbone, and a white fur shawl was draped over my shoulders. I paired it all with black stilettos, kept my makeup minimal, and styled my hair in loose curls. I checked my reflection in the mirror again, swirling aro

"Knox sneers. His cold raspy voice startles us both and I jump back away from Orion. Orion looks disappointed and angry at the interruption. His mismatched eyes almost turn black. He takes a breath to try to control his wolf. The insult is painful and the only thing I want to do right now is to walk away . It's like my heart is breaking into tiny pieces again My heart leaps when I see my ex-mate. Knox is standing with his arms crossed with his muscles bulging through the black shirt . He is wearing a black cap that reveals only part of his icy-blue eyes . He clenchs his jaw like he is jealous and steps forward slowly

She picked the shirt up and looked at Warren to ask, "What do you think about this one, Mr. Larkin?" Warren didn't bother raising his head. He merely replied, "You're in charge since you're the one buying it." The sales attendant beamed right away. "What great taste you have, miss! That's our shop's prized item. It's by Olly Walsh, a major designer. There are only two of those shirts in the world. One is in this color, and the other is in iceberg green. You can have your companion try it to see which suits him more."

"Tell me what you want, Owen." "I want to see you," Owen gasped. "Take your shirt off." Jax pulled back and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, yanking it over his head in one swift motion. Owen stared. Jax's body was incredible. His chest was broad and deeply muscled, covered in a mat of dark hair that trailed down over his hard stomach. His arms were thick, the biceps swollen, and colorful tattoos covered both arms from the shoulders down to the wrists. A large eagle spread across his right pectoral, its wings stretching toward his shoulder.

Why did shifters make it a habit of running around in their wolf form with no clothes available? I held my hand out towards him. He glared at my outstretched palm. “What are you doing?” “Look down,” I replied. I turned my attention back to my tent and pulled the string that was holding the bundle together. I shook out the tent and spread it out on the ground. I stood and walked around, straightening the corners. “What?” Onyx muttered in surprise. “I assume you didn’t bring clothes,” I said in amusement. He was now wearing a dark shirt and pants. They were simple, but they kept him covered.

I sweat a lot and my hair is getting longer so I put it back in a headband. "Onyx is up first and he loves water." 'Well duh he's a Merman.' We get our bags about to head out and he's only wearing a pair of shorts, a thick gold chain, and sandals. Um, "Are you not wearing a shirt?" "Nope." Uh oh, "Really? People are gonna gawk at you. And by people, I mean my Grammy. You think she was bad yesterday? It's gonna be worst today!" She's gonna flirt with him nonstop she told me yesterday that he has the body of a wrestler. Grammy loves WCW & WWF we watch it all the time. And now he's just got his greek god-like body out in the open oh man lol. She's gonna be all over him like white on rice! I see