Onyx Shirt Novels & Stories

Jonah crows, his grin sliding into place as comfortably as a well-worn pair of shoes. Speaking of shoes ... His outfit drips money. I thought Asher was ostentatious, but Jonah blows him out of the water. His cap-toe Oxford dress shoes look like he took them directly off the sales floor before waltzing in here. His slim black tie, patterned cobalt suit, and onyx cufflinks complete the ensemble. “It’s okay,” Adriana answers. “We didn’t?—”

His chest and abs were on full display—all defined muscle and tanned skin with a few scars scattered across them. "Wear this," he said, tossing me the shirt. "I'll go change up." I caught it automatically, my fingers curling into the soft fabric. "You plan to go shirtless?" "Yeah." He nodded, already washing his hands in the sink. "Why? You jealous?" I scoffed loudly, pulling his shirt over my head. It smelled like him—leather and pine and something distinctly Knox. "I won't be the one jealous. Axel will be." Knox chuckled, the sound deep and genuine. He shook the water from his hands and reached for my discarded skirt on the floor when we both heard it.

They practically screamed Alexander. I picked one up, admiring the craftsmanship. The swooping arcs of silver thread played perfectly against the dark fabric. The detail was exquisite, suitable for an Alpha heir. "He’d look powerful in this," I whispered to myself, imagining the steadiness in his stride and how the silver embroidery would enhance his amber eyes. I ended up selecting three shirts, each with distinct silver designs, and brought them to the counter. The shopkeeper, a young wolf with an eager smile, wrapped them carefully while sneaking curious glances at me.

Alex can't help the goofy smile spreading on his own lips, "Great timing." The Omega has arrived straight from his studio with his Gurds. He looks gorgeous in his forest green, sparkling shirt, skin-tight, black pants and knee-high boots. His chest teases Alex from under the silver chains he can see through the half-open shirt, twinkling at him with their own light. The Omega has complemented his outfit with matching streaks of color in his hair and make-up. He looks absolutely breathtaking and utterly out of place in the filthy dark alley surrounded by hordes of ugly men's.

He was a teenager, presumably sixteen years old at the most, Black, crew cut hairstyle, and the look of determination in his eyes. The boy wore a silver turtleneck suit made of a fabric that Megan couldn't quite place because it glinted in the light like metal but also looked flexible enough to be cotton, or wool, or any other fabric that everyday clothes were made of. The suit shimmered with every movement he made and she realised that whatever tech was present all over the building was also present in it; possibly the reason why the doctors could so intricately monitor his body too, she considered. Megan tried to get a reading on the boy then but to her surprise, she got nothing.

"You think it’s too revealing? You’re probably right. You always were the one with the better eye for detail. Mother always says you’re so observant." "I observe what matters," Orion replied. They moved toward the dressing rooms. Noah had gathered an armful of clothes—soft silks, delicate knits, and a pair of tailored trousers that looked like they were designed to cling to his wide hips and soft, bouncy ass. "I’ll just be a moment!" Noah said, ducking into the changing room.

“If anything I’m really impressed boy. “ I shifted my gaze to the figure who was now standing before me. O’Neil didn’t or should I say doesn’t strike as an old money tycoon at first glance, but then again you just know he comes from old money. His neatly ironed plain tee sat perfect on his frail body. A Valentino crest on the side of his shirt subtly giving him away. “If only Jenna knew her soon to be husband is a sly fox looking for all means to hide from public shame”

Tom said. "But y'all are not in Mt.Olympus no more, you guys are in the city, where people usually wear Chanel, Celine, YsL and Dior!" "What are those?" Jonas asked curiously while looking up to Jiroo naively. "This shirt is from Dior, Liam's shirt is from Celine. They are brands and this is what people usually are wearing." Jiroo explained and they all nod at him, as if they just learned the most amusing things in their life. "Next, ordinary humans don't have powers, do any of you have powers?"

To my right, Hakeem flashed me a curious look, which I returned with a devious grin. Oliver clasped his hands together and rested them on the surface of the table. He looked almost regal in that suit of his, broad shouldered and hair speckled with grey. Nox embodied the youth his father no longer had, only minus the suit. Nox had always preferred a simple t-shirt and torn jeans, another thing that hadn’t really changed.

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”