Onyx Shirt Novels & Stories

I was feeding my seven-year-old daughter, Lucy Langer, when Robert Langer crashed through the front door, reeking of alcohol. His shirt collar hung askew, and red marks blazed across his neck. "Audrey," he said hoarsely, "someone spiked my drink at the charity gala. But don't worry. I've already had my lawyer handle it." I nodded. After so many years of marriage, I knew he only had eyes for me and our daughter. He never strayed. Or so I believed… until eight months later. While Robert was away on a business trip, his cruise ship caught fire. The news dominated every channel. Clutching a sobbing Lucy, I rushed to the hospital, only to find him swathed in bandages, standing outside the maternity ward. "Becca is pregnant," he murmured. "It was that night at the gala… I didn't think it would happen from just once…" He gulped. "When the fire spread, she saved me. But she… got trapped herself." A newborn's wail pierced the corridor as the delivery room doors opened. Becca White was wheeled out, looking pale and exhausted. She clutched my sleeve and pleaded desperately, "Audrey… my babies can't grow up without a father…"

Before I was wheeled into surgery, the nurse kept urging me to call a family member. At last, a delivery runner rushed into my ward, out of breath. "Hello, Ms. Wexler. Mr. Adrian Prescott placed an order for me to accompany you through surgery in Ward 907." My phone buzzed twice with a new notification. I lowered my head and saw Sophie Lane's latest post. "Caught a cold and sounded a little stuffy, and Mr. Prescott noticed right away. He insisted on taking me to the doctor and even made ginger tea for me. So spicy, but so sweet." The picture showed a tall, lean man with his shirt sleeves rolled up, pouring ginger tea from a saucepan into a thermos. His eyes were focused and gentle. I stared at the photo in a daze. I had been hospitalized for five days. My husband of five years, Adrian Prescott, had never visited once. He said he was busy with work. But once again, I saw him in Sophie Lane's social media post. That careful, gentle Adrian Prescott, the man who knew exactly how to love someone. Before I was pushed into the operating room, I submitted my resignation and made one phone call. "Mr. Powell, please print the divorce agreement."

"Damn, you're delicious," he murmured, his touch burning with a desperation that made her heart race. She completely lost herself in him, convinced that for once, the walls between them were finally crumbling. But just as the tension reached a breaking point, his gaze wandered for a moment to a spot behind them. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to freeze the fire in his eyes. In a heartbeat, the passionate man vanished, replaced by the ruthless block of ice he usually was. He took two steps back, his jaw tensed, and abruptly pulled away, shutting down completely. "Enzo," she called out, her voice trembling. "What's wrong?" He didn't respond. Grabbing his shirt, he walked toward his room without looking back, slamming the door between them. Left alone in the sudden, freezing silence, a whirlwind of confusion and sadness settled in her heart. He had rejected her. Enzo had rejected her. After his wife’s death, Enzo Romano swore his heart was buried with her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But when duty forces him into a contract marriage with innocent Arianna, the girl who secretly adores him, she finds herself falling for a man who will never love her back.

This book contains explicit scenes….Do not read if not above eighteen :) ———— “God! Yes!” I cried out, lifting one leg to hook around his hips, I ground my core against the hard bulge in his pants as he guided my shirt over my head and continued to place soft kisses down my chest. I arched my back, my nipples hardening as his tongue dipped into my cleavage. “F….Fuck me, please….I want you deep inside of me,” I begged, quivering under his touch……his gaze, his everything. His eyes met mine, his brow slightly raised, as if seeking a final approval. “You sure?” He asked, his voice low and husky……and so fucking sexy! *************** I knew better than to want him this bad. My best friend’s father. The one man I could never have. But he watches me like I already belong to him. Like he’s just waiting for me to stop pretending I don’t feel it too. And when I finally cross the line…Even when I know I shouldn’t. He doesn’t let me go.

Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

After losing a game of truth or dare, my fiancé went to City Hall and married another woman. I had called him forty-seven times. In the end, the only answer I got was Seraphina’s Instagram story. In the photo, she and Vincenzo were holding a brand-new marriage certificate. She was smiling like she had won, and he was wearing the white shirt I had ironed for him that morning, his fingers casually pinching her cheek. One minute later, he called me. “Elena, don’t make this bigger than it is. It was just a game. Give me thirty days. I’ll divorce her, and then we’ll get married like we planned.” He thought I would forgive him the way I always had for the past three years. But this time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply liked Seraphina’s post and commented, Congratulations. Then I took off my engagement ring and left New York. He thought I was just throwing a fit. Only when his calls stopped going through, and his men searched the entire city without finding me, did he finally panic. But he had no idea. The Elena who loved him had died the moment he married someone else.

For ten years, Autumn Lewis and Julian Carter were childhood sweethearts. After three years of marriage, all she got in return were injuries, neglect from her brothers, and betrayal from her husband. When Autumn found out she had stage-two stomach cancer, something in her finally let go. She picked herself up and rose from an unnoticed employee to a powerhouse in the tech world. As soon as the divorce cooling-off period ended, she tricked Julian into signing the papers and made a clean break. The next time they met, the ever-calculating Julian’s eyes turned red as he tore up the divorce certificate. “Autumn, I was wrong. We’re not getting divorced. If I could give you my stomach, I would—just please don’t leave me.” Her once-proud brothers now pleaded, “Autumn, forgive us. Your sister-in-law is filing for divorce. Could you spare us some money?” Just then, a man stepped out from behind her, lifted his shirt slightly, and sneered. “Autumn, why waste your time on these jerks? Look at me instead.” Indeed, affection that came too late was worth less than dirt. She didn’t care for it anymore.

At the wedding door games, my best friend, Justin Winston, suggests that my fiancee, Tiffany Bastion, feel everyone's abs while blindfolded so that she can guess who the groom actually is. Amid everyone's cheers, Tiffany gives every groomsman a nice feel before shaking her head firmly. "This is too easy! If I can't even recognize my own husband, we might as well call off the wedding!" When Tiffany is about to touch me, Justin suddenly flashes me a mysterious smile. Then, he takes off his shirt and moves to stand in front of her. The next moment, Tiffany shrieks excitedly, "This is my husband! I can't be wrong about this!" Justin lets out a chortle. Then, he grabs Tiffany by the wrist and begins navigating her hand from his abs down to his groin. "Why don't you give this a good feel? Do you still think this is your husband?" Tiffany just smiles bashfully as she roams her hands all over Justin's body. As I look at the pair's overly intimate actions, I sneer at them before stuffing the wedding bouquet into Justin's hands. "Since you two are in sync with each other that much, you might as well host this wedding on your own."

Lailah wanted to laugh at her own fate for playing such a sick joke on her. At 10 her parents divorced and none wanted to take her so she stayed with her aunt. At 15 she got into an accident that almost took her life and her leg was paralyzed for a year and now at 20 she was kidnapped by a Mafia because she saw something she wasn't suppose to see. Two brothers fighting and ruining her and not once have they thought what she wanted. " You don't love him" he grumbled while glaring with so much anger in his eyes I never saw before as tears continued to fall down my cheeks. " I didn't want to" I replied meekly helpless at my own heart as my lips wobbled while I clenched on his shirt not wanting to breakdown infront of him. " I won't let him have you" his words held promise as determination shone in his dark orbs and he crashed his lips on mine as I struggle to push him but my strength was nothing compared to his. Lailah Marques, a 20 years florist trying to find happiness in everything she does until her simple life was disrupted by a huge disasters .

Nate Rhoven, came from a wealthy family, one of the well-known billionaires. He may be a billionaire but he was not the type of some guy that most women love to be seen in public, he was a nerdy-strange guy- Always wore a collared shirt, eyeglass, in short, a simple man, yet respectful, loving and caring. But then he was heartbroken when his girlfriend left her. 2 days after their break up, they were invited to a party. Nate went to the rooftop to relax and chill alone just to found out his ex flirting with her new BF. He was about to leave but they noticed him before he could take a step and thought that he was stalking them. He couldn't say a word to explain and the fact that they won't believe him. But then a moment later a sudden woman just kiss her out of nowhere, and when he noticed his ex looking at them, he thought he could use the girl as an excuse and kissed her back. He was busy staring at his ex when the girl suddenly slapped her for kissing her. He was mad, the fact that she was the one who suddenly kissed him and ruined his first kiss... but in the end, he was the one who became the victim. Ten years later, they will meet again and surprisingly he became a hot man- he was not that nerdy guy anymore.