Orange Is The New Black Novels & Stories

Her final inmate for the day was Aron. As Aron entered Athena's small office, his presence commanded attention. His black hair, meticulously styled in a buzz cut, accentuated his angular face. The vibrant tattoos adorning his neck served as a stark contrast to his pale skin. Piercings adorned his ears, hinting at a rebellious nature. Athena mentally prepared herself for the session, intrigued by the shift in Aron's mood since their earlier encounter. "Good day, Mr. Aron," Athena greeted, adjusting her glasses with a calm demeanor. Her eyes met his, momentarily captivated by the intensity of his stormy blue gaze.

When we arrived we went straight up to her beautiful apartment, it was gigantic and in front of Central Park, with huge windows where you could see all of New York and an exquisite decoration. Everything was modern and its walls contrasted between white and brown with some pictures hanging on them, while in the middle there was a giant white furniture facing the windows. "Maddie we're here" Andrew shouted and she came out of what I think was her room, with her red hair in a high ponytail, a simple black dress and some low sandals, she looked at me for a moment with her huge green eyes before coming to hug me. "I'm glad you're already here" she said with a perfect smile, separating from me "D

She whispered quietly making the other girl gulped down. “ I guess you’re right” Lucy agreed while they continued walking. “ But Anna, there’s something I don’t seem to understand…” “ What is it?” “ Did you see that orange melty– thing on that goo’s head? It looks like hair doesn’t it?” “ Yah.. the peculiar orange color? It does look like hair… What’s up with it?” “ Well the thing is, I’m sure I saw a woman with the exact type of hair color this morning, at breakfast”.

They too agreed to stay and wanted to follow them for shopping, after Jessica changed her gritty dress, of course. ******************************************************* Rows of pigeonholes, guarded with a heavy metal fence on both sides. Rich, poor, good, evil, educated or not– all standard erased off by a simple orange dress, embedded with a mild putrefied smell all the time. A group of guards rushed into the empty space and unlocked each door, releasing the prisoners for lunch. A simple, blunt meal is the only menu. “Well, well, well!!! Looks like the millionaires have different tastes in vacation spots these days” a gravelly voice resonates from Suman’s side and he turned.

There were cars driving on the room which from the bedroom window we could see them clearly, their lights shining, unaware of the nastiness going on in here. Anyone looking in could see my corruption. "This is where we belong..." Lisa said as I drilled her clutching pu**y. "In a big neighborhood, in this room, looking at the street where there are so many passersby, risking the chance of getting caught. The normal people. People like us belong above the rest. People like us get to f*ck while other people just toil away, cause we deserve it. because we were built for it. Cause we are better than them." Lisa was officially letting her feeling of superiority fly.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

"L-IVING. O-FF OF A V-ULNERABLE E-MOTIONAL RIDE WITH SOMEONE YOU TRUST DEEPLY" *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. I am anxiously sitting on my bed, dressed in a tight silver dress my mom had bought me last Christmas. I had matched the dress with my knee high black boots. I watch as the time slowly moved towards 7:00pm.

The doors slowly opened and emerged from there were several strangers. “See, from here, who’s the most interesting? For me, that blue-haired girl in the pixie cut. She looks like joy from the movie inside out.” Catherine chuckled before shaking her head in disbelief. But as stupid as she may have found it, she answered nonetheless. “To me, she looks like the girl Emma from Blue Is The Warmest Color.” “Oh, haven’t watched that.” “It’s a French film.” “Anyway, pick your stranger. I think no one can top Joy, she’s very eye-catching.”

Eniola yelled. I flopped into my chair and laughed loudly displaying my perfect sets of teeth. "I don't fancy takeout Eniola." I said smiling. "That's a new development." Eniola whispered. "Hello." An unfamiliar voice said. We both tilted our heads at the same time to catch a glimpse of the silent intruder, what I saw made my jaws drop in amazement. The lady before us was dressed in a crop top and a mini skirt matched with a sunshade and heels that looked so unnecessary. Her hair was the epitome of perfection, and her brown milky skin was flawless beyond perfection. A snap from Eniola's fingers brought me back to reality.

* It should be good for a baby* I got the milk and set to make it, I heard the front door open and I became alerted immediately, Well Mr obnoxious told me he would be home early but still what if it were burgers *Okay Aubrey, I think you are getting ahead of yourself, There is tight security outside alright * My subconscious says and I nod "True" I walked out and saw a redhead, A tall slender lady sitting and going through her phone, I coughed awkwardly and she looks up at me, Her far contoured into a frown "Are you the new maid?, Anyway get me a cup of orange juice" She says and went back to looking at her phone "Sorry, I am not the new maid," I say and she looks up at me again "Then the ol