Novel & Cerita Alex Vause Orange Is The New Black

Having an excellent lawyer on my payroll is pricey, but it is worth it when we can hide these kinds of things. “What the hell is she doing with Dante?” I sat on the office chair across from Luka. A video of Alexa smoking and leaning against the bricked wall of cell no. 6 was on the primary screen along with other prisoners we hold captive here in New York. One of them shows the blooded image of Dante. After dealing with this bitch, that man will follow Aleckovich Orlov to hell. “I don’t know,” Luka breaths out, rubbing his temple. The dark circles around his eyes reveal that he’s been working overtime again.

DEA I was putting together my presentation for the seminar for more than half the day, distracting myself from my real problems. When I opened the email last night, I was excited but it was short-lived when I read the names of the other scientists that were going to be there as well. Dr. Jason Yates stood out to me and all of a sudden I was a sobbing mess yet again but I found my happy place as I buried my head in Victor's pillow and inhaled a scent I could only relate to him.

“If this jury finds Marcus Vane is the biological father, will you give Alexander to Petitioner Valeria Vane?” _Silence. Whole courtroom._ I looked at Reese. On screen. Orange. Smiling. I looked at Valeria. Gallery. Pearls. Smiling. I looked at the photos. At 3 AM. At blood. At chairs. “No,” I said. Simple. Clear. CEO voice. Mom voice. 3 AM voice. “I will not. Because Marcus Vane is dead. And Alex is alive. And alive beats dead. Every time.” _Silence._

“Yes, turns out Victor had a trap set for her all along. He realised the consequences, if she had opened up first” I took another sip of my coffee, a wry smile spreading across my face “I guess he still has a few brain cells left.” Alex scrolled through his phone for a moment, and then his expression changed to one of shock. “No way!” He exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow “What is it?” Alex grabbed the Tv remote, and flipped through the channels, suddenly the screen displayed a stunning image: Nora Ellis, standing at a podium, her eyes cast downward in a picture of remorse.

"You wish! That Florida land is the family’s ance—" "Ancestral property?" Ava cut him off, voice light as a feather. "Twenty years ago when you kicked my pregnant mother and me out, why didn't you mention ancestral property?" She snapped her fingers. The big screen lit up. It was the full surveillance footage of Victoria dosing the drink, plus the audio recording. The image was clear enough to see the malicious grin as she dropped the pill. "Want to ruin me?" Ava leaned forward, smiling gently at Alexander. "Sorry. I'm much dirtier than you."

“No, sir. No one was hit. But the van looked like it had tinted windows. Couldn’t get a plate number. Vanished.” Obasi sighed and ended the call. He turned back to Alex. “Do you know anything about a black van near the estate?” Alex looked confused. “No. I swear, no.” Obasi eyed him, trying to detect a lie—but Alex’s face was raw with fear and exhaustion. “If you’re lying,” Obasi said slowly, “you’ll wish the court was the one punishing you. Not me.” “I’m not lying,” Alex whispered. Obasi nodded once, then turned and left.

Vanessa’s POV Fresh from my shower, enveloped in the lingering scent of Alpha Alexander, I wrap a fluffy white towel I discovered in one of the cabinets, seemingly untouched. Carrying my clothes, I return to the study, half-hoping it would be empty. Yet, to my surprise, Alpha Alexander stands there, next to his desk, a small black object in his hand swiftly concealed in the pocket of his sweatpants as he realizes my presence. Slowly turning, his face remains impassive, but his eyes roam up and down my form, eliciting an involuntary shiver.

A bucket of relief washes over my face, knowing I am not gay. Alex is really hot. She has been with me for the past couple of years as she didn't find her mate yet and, of course, no one would deny an Alpha. "Rough day?" She asks me sultrily. Oh, you have no idea. Worst day of my life.

“And I’ll be damned if I’m turned into a lapdog because the rest of you are too afraid to handle the situation in your own packs.” A wave of murmured protests rippled through the room, but I had heard enough excuses. “That’s not how you speak to us, Axel,” Alpha Vaughn cut in. The man was tall, imposing, his piercing green eyes shadowed beneath thick, dark brows. His presence alone carried weight, and his suit—a deep charcoal with silver cufflinks—only added to the air of authority he carried.

Vivian I was almost a walking dead by the time Elizabeth finally let me stop doing all the strenuous work around the house that she could think of and that was because Axel finally came back from wherever it was that he had traveled to. The day he came back, I had been in the kitchen cooking lunch for Elizabeth, and he had exploded once he saw me stirring the meat stock. "What do you think you're doing here?" He shouted and I froze on the spot. "I'm making lunch" I answered, not liking the way he was looking at me.