Onyx Shirt Novels & Stories

The day after I got engaged to my boyfriend, his best friend locked me up. He smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt, stepping closer with each passing moment. "Mich, I'm your true destiny," he said, his voice low and menacing. As I struggled to resist, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs. When I woke up, all my memories were gone. The handsome stranger standing before me noticed my confusion and kindly offered an explanation. "You're my fiancée, but you cheated on me," he said.

"I do not need a broken thing. I need a Luna." Those were the last words Elara heard before Alpha Ashren Thalric rejected her. Born without a wolf, she was the pack’s shame, weak, powerless, and unworthy. Broken by the bond he severed, she was left to die in the frozen Forbidden Forest. But Elara didn’t die. Five years later, the Silver Creek Pack is on the brink of annihilation, overrun by a rogue army. Desperate, Ashren begs the Lycan King for help. He expects a relief squad. Instead, he gets General Elara. She isn't the fragile girl he threw away anymore. She is the long-lost Lycan Princess, heir to the Onyx Throne, and the deadliest warrior in the kingdom. Now, Ashren must take orders from the woman he broke, watching her rule with the power he despised. As the war rages, the mate bond reignites, fiercer and hotter than before. Ashren wants her back. But Elara didn't return for love. She returned to watch him bow. Will she save her fated mate or let his kingdom burn?

One night. One mistake. One baby. When Ariana storms into a restaurant and slaps the man she swears got her pregnant, she doesn’t expect his girlfriend to dump him on the spot or for him to lift his shirt and prove he’s not the man she spent that night with. He has no tattoo. But his identical twin does. Now, Ariana is carrying the wrong man’s baby… while falling for the one who isn’t the father. Tangled in betrayal, obsession, and a love she never expected, Ariana must decide: Will she fight for the man her heart wants—or be destroyed by the brother who refuses to let her go?

By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home. A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch. When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office. "Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point. She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on." I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL." Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way she doesn't know my size. The line goes quiet for half a second before she thoughtfully says, "It's from my new menswear collection. "I had pieces custom-made for you and Felix, so I must've grabbed the wrong piece. I'll swap it tomorrow." A beat later, her voice carries a little sob as she continues, "Babe, I've been so exhausted without you these past few days. I've missed you so much…" It's past midnight. As I listen to the undeniable weariness beneath her affectionate, playful words, my heart aches in distress. I can't help chiding myself for overthinking. However, after hanging up, realization hits me. Her brother, Felix Beaumont, and I are about the same build. He's always worn XL.

The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected. "Who, who, who are you?" She became a heavy stutterer in an instant. The man who stood at the door to the kitchen walked forward and the light illuminated his features. He was lean and tall, very tall. Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and dark suit pants, the few exposed parts of his body were ashen, lifeless and cold, like a bleak winter day. "Marry me." These were the two words that came from the deathly pale lips of his emotionless face... ********** Moving away from her overprotective parents, Geneva thought that she could finally lead a stress-free life. This was ruined when a ghost demands intimacy with her, his soulmate, to recover his lost memories and body.

Aditi and West hate each other. They bicker, they flirt, and are possibly a little in love. Blotching the hot new guy's shirt with chocolate-mixed spit is probably not the best idea of a revenge, but Aditi soon discovers that she doesn't regret it one bit. Because despite being a jerk, West too knows what it's like to be brown, Muslim and falling apart in an all-white high school, and when he gets entangled in Aditi's struggle to tackle a debilitating trauma and a really, really loud Bangladeshi wedding, the fledgeling love-hate relationship will leave her either healed or heartbroken. Or pretty dead, because an outbreak of crimes is gripping her quaint little town in fear, and the gorgeous flirt she's falling for has his fair share of ugly secrets. -

On my birthday—the same day Troy hyped some "surprise" for me online—I saw a photo that afternoon. He was on my horse. With his assistant. His shirt hung open, red finger marks dragged across his chest. Caption? [First time in my life. Thanks to him.] The comments went wild: [Jealous of whoever touched those abs.] [That position... damn.] Troy liked that one. My chest went cold. I thought that side of him was just for me. Turns out—it could be anyone. I washed the horse myself. Scrubbed off every trace. Then I signed the ranch over to him. "You can give the rest away. Pick whoever you want." He lit up. I said yes to the arranged marriage.

“Take it off,” Nelvan said. Linda gripped her own shirt in fear, “Do I have to undress in front of you?” she asked. “Then do you want me to take it off?” said Nelvan angrily. ___ 2 hours before their wedding, a couple who were going to live happily ever after ran aground seconds before the wedding vows. The bride's betrayal made Nelvan hate women, so to vent his anger, Nelvan asked several maids to serve him. However, none could last more than a week to serve the abusive Nelvan. Until one day there was a maid who tried to be patient in order to continue her younger brother's schooling. So, can the Maid survive Nelvan's arrogant and violent attitude?

I was sold to the devil in a bespoke Italian suit. Andre Volkov. The Alpha of the Onyx Pack. A cold, tattooed sadist who views me as nothing more than a merger acquisition to secure his European borders. I hated him before I even met him. I hated the way his eyes stripped me bare, and I hated the shiver of fear that raced through me when he forced his ring onto my finger. I vowed to lock my heart in a cage of ice. I vowed never to let him break me. But on our wedding night, something changed. The man who came to me in the dark wasn’t the cold, loud tyrant who mocked me at the altar. He was silent. Intense. His touch wasn't just possessive; it was worshipful. Dangerous. When he sank his teeth into my neck, claiming me as his mate, I didn't push him away. I burned for him. I thought I was falling for my husband. I didn't know the Volkov bloodline carried a secret. I didn't know there were two of them. And now, I’ve been marked by the wrong brother.

Her top was on the kitchen floor. His shirt was open. His hands were at her back. The rain was loud against the window and there was nothing left between them except the last three years and the breath neither of them was taking. Then headlights swept across the wall. Her mother's car. That was how close it got. That was how far gone they both were , and that was only two weeks after the wedding. Zara Cole knows exactly what she is doing. She knows Ethan Harlow is her mother's husband. She knows every reason this has to stop. She just can't seem to make herself mean it and neither, it turns out, can he. Some things don't stay buried. No matter how many walls you build.