Alex Vause Orange Is The New Black Novels & Stories

Maybe I should stop overreacting and overthinking everything. The next day, Ava walked into the mansion wearing tight blue jeans that hugged her curves and a black crop top, showing a bit of her tummy and cleavage. She wanted to look good in Alexander's eyes, although she felt a tinge of sadness because she had no way of contacting Alex since her boss had, out of jealousy, thrown away her phone.

I sense I'm being overwhelmed, like I'm unable to breathe due to the burden of Alex's deceit. I simply desire for it to cease. I desire for the pain to cease. I desire for the fear to come to an end. I want to have my freedom. Vanessa experienced a cold sensation down her back while reading the final entry. What she was reading was too unbelievable for her to comprehend. Alex, the man who was once pleasant and affable, turned out to be a dreadful creature. Anger and hatred surged within her towards him, prompting her to take action to halt his behavior.

and I remember how our angel went shopping at the car center. — If he's driving, I refuse!—I said immediately. A wheelchair was wheeled out of the car. Someone was tied to it. Handcuffs on the hands and feet, a blindfold and a gag in the mouth - this seems to be how we pack the undead. — Hello... And what do we have here? Does prison smell like this?.. is it so... beautiful?—a hoarse and slightly nasal voice rang out as Rahiel removed the gag. — This is Dean Alexander. Dean, this is Carolianna Epixfire. You will protect her now, but if you eat her, you will be finished in the nastiest way. And prison will seem like paradise to you!—Rahiel removed the blindfold from his eyes.

“Today’s exercises look intense. There’s a trust fall challenge and a problem-solving relay. We should coordinate our outfits so we look like a real team. Ava, you should wear that blue top you packed it brings out your eyes.” Zara groaned dramatically, stabbing her fork into a stack of pancakes. “Outfits? I’m still traumatized from the room assignments. I got stuck with some girl from accounting who snores like a chainsaw. If I don’t get decent sleep, I’m blaming the entire retreat committee.” I forced a small laugh, taking a sip of my coffee. “At least you’re not sharing with Sophia. That would be a nightmare. I’d rather sleep on the floor.” Mia leaned in, lowering her voice with a sympath

POV Axel After I left Azalea's home I headed to see the only person who I could confide in, the only person who would understand; Vanessa. As I walked into her room she was in the middle of fucking Thorne's brother Victor. She was twisted, I'll give her that. Sleeping with Thorne's brother while stringing along Thorne on a string.

“He’s done. Today. I don’t care if he has no family. I don’t care if he ends up jobless. I’ll find a way to rid myself of him. Once and for all.” Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he turned on his heel and bounded down the stairs two steps at a time, his footsteps thunderous across the polished floors of the mansion. The smell of cinnamon and butter greeted him as he entered the kitchen. Alexandra, now already dressed in a floral apron with her silver hair tied into a bun, was at the gas cooker humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like “Isn’t She Lovely”. “Welcome, Mr. Vale,” she said without turning. “Breakfast is hot. Blueberry pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and fresh or

Ava, now dressed in Carver's undershirt, her bra and panties barely visible beneath, approached him with a playful yet stern look. Bending down, she kissed him fiercely biting his lip. Carver winced, trying to pull back, but she held him firmly until he relaxed. As she released him, he acknowledged her control with a respectful, "Point taken, ma'am," eliciting a smile from Ava. "Choose something different this time," she instructed, handing him his phone. Carver selected a mix that was intense yet different, an unfamiliar rhythm that set a different tone. Ava carefully placed the blindfold over his eyes, followed by the headphones, and then proceeded to tie his hands to the headboard.

“Got something, boss. Old Man Stan just sent over the CCTV footage from the gala.” Alexander took the phone without a word. The footage was grainy, but clear enough. Ava, looking radiant, was in the middle of a conversation with a woman—a waitress. The woman had collided with Ava , but it was intentional , unsuspecting, Ava followed her without hesitation. “That’s when it all begins to make sense, the waitress knows something,” Liam muttered. Alexander studied the footage, his stomach tightening. The waitress was the one who’d spiked Ava’s drink. But the woman behind the harassment was still a mystery.

She stared out at it, but all she could see was the reflection of the truth she now carried. She thought of Valerian’s kindness, his silence, the strange protectiveness he showed her. Was it all built on the same blind hatred that kept this war alive? Was she safe… or just useful? And that girl, Serena. What kind of life had she been pulled into? What kind of man was Alexandro really, if he had survived so much and still sought peace? “Why does Valerian have to be so stubborn?” Nivera asked aloud. Martha came to stand beside her. “Because revenge is easier than grief.”