Alex Vause Orange Is The New Black Novels & Stories

The whole situation was maddening! Walter's car zipped through the streets, and when he arrived at Alex's dorm, he bolted up the stairs with lightning speed. Meanwhile, Evangeline and Alex were comfortable with one another, and she felt right at home whenever she visited his place. With a do-it-yourself spirit, she decided to whip up a glass of fresh orange juice for each of them. However, disaster struck at that very moment. While bringing a glass over to Alex, her foot betrayed her with a slip.

The sunlight glinted on the porcelain, the presentation alone enough to stir an appetite. But appetite was not something Alexander Vanderbilt possessed when he was in a mood. He glanced at the plate in front of him, his expression unreadable. “Change it,” he said coolly. Ezra paused. “Is something wrong with the dish?” “I don’t like getting juice on my hands,” Alexander said, gesturing lazily at the half-peeled orange folded into an ornate rose shape on the plate. Ava’s lips twitched. Of course. God forbid a billionaire get a drop of orange on his skin.

“If you touch me, I’ll kill you.” Victoria’s expression didn’t change. “You might try. But you’ll fail. You always do.” She turned toward the door, giving orders to the guards. “Prepare her for transfer to the lower facility. It’s time.” Ava lunged, catching one guard off guard, slamming her elbow into his ribs. The second swung his weapon, but she ducked, kicked out, grabbed the vial, and hurled it at the wall. It shattered, liquid spilling across the tiles. Sparks erupted as the chemicals reacted with the floor’s wiring.

said Alex with a smirk . " Pinching myself with needles is part of my job . I am a stylist in case you have forgotten . As for shorty..........you are short . " said Valeria with an annoyed expression . When she tried to reach the mannequin's head , her foot suddenly slipped . She was about to fall on the ground but Alex hurried to her side and caught her before she could fall . Alex held her in his arms and looked at her face . Valeria was surprised when Alex caught her . She looked at his eyes as his warm look wrapped her .

Alex doesn't like it, but she can't argue. " Are you here to see Mr. Damon? He's quite busy, and I don't think he'd want any visitors now. "Ava says to Alex, and Alex looks into Ava's eyes. Eyes so brown, they are almost black. She digs into those eyes, and says to Ava, "You may be his assistant at work, but not here. Understand? "She questions at the end, and Ava's left eye twitches before she smiles and nods. She steps aside and proceeds to where she was going before she saw Alex. Leaving Alex to glare at her perfect figure from behind.

My eye make up was a gold and kohl-black shimmer, hardly recognisable in the mirror. “I am,” I replied with a smile. Home to Fyrestone, to be with Dex is what made me smile. Greenway will never be home. It is merely a prison I need to engineer my escape from. Decorated like a tacky dining table centerpiece, we followed Alpha Austin and Zaw down the stairs. Thankfully Austin did not look at me once, perhaps he regretted being drunk enough to have shown his true colors. He wasn’t the precise, clever machine he thought he was. He’s just a petty thug like any other criminal.

Today was different; a newfound spring in her step hinted at a fresh reason for her upbeat mood. The last threat still haunted her. A chilling video had arrived, showing Rose asleep in her bedroom at Vanessa's grandma's house. A figure clad in black, face obscured, sat on the edge of the bed, a Swiss Army knife glinting in their hand. The caption seared itself into her mind: "Stay away from him" for her, and "Stay away from her" for Alex. Vanessa's vision had blurred, and her knees had buckled. Alex's quick reflexes had saved her from crashing to the floor. Thirty agonizing minutes had passed before she'd regained her composure, shaken but determined.

“See? She’s real. She’s in pain. She’s begging you. One word, Axel, and we stop this.” Then he turned to the screen. “You cry one more time, and I’ll cut your tongue out,” he growled at her, gripping the edge of the iPad like he could reach through it. “You think you’ve seen pain, girl? You haven’t seen anything yet.” He ended the video abruptly. The cell filled with silence. I let it stretch. Finally, Vaughan straightened and said, “Last chance. You give us what we want, and you walk out of here with her.”

He had been the one to check the perimeters every night. ​He turned when he heard us, his face pale, his hands trembling as he tried to hide the data drive he’d just pulled from the console. ​"Xavier," he stammered, his eyes darting to Astrid. "I... I was just checking the breach." ​"The breach you created, Alex?" My voice was a dead thing. I didn't feel anger. I felt a clinical, hollow necessity. ​Alex looked at Astrid—really looked at her—and I saw the greed in his eyes. He wasn't looking at a girl; he was looking at the payout. He was looking at the millions the Bratva had put on her head.

“How? I didn’t do anything wrong!” “You picked up the wrong life.” I rolled my eyes. “You make it sound poetic when it’s actually terrifying.” He pushed himself upright, ignoring my protests. “We have to move. If they think you’re with me, we use that.” “Use that? How?” He took a slow breath. “You’re going to pretend to be my wife.” I blinked. “I’m sorry—what?” He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. “They’re looking for a married couple—Mr. and Mrs. Vale. If we play that part, we can slip through security without questions.”