Novel & Cerita Orange Is The New Black Real Life

But now, after working here for years, I understood one thing: my life had changed in ways I never thought possible. It was a Friday evening, and I was sitting in front of the full-length body mirror in my small but cozy apartment, adjusting the hem of my black dress. The apartment was a far cry from the prison cell I had spent five years in. It was mine, with my own furniture, my own space in the heart of Oklahoma city. I’d worked hard to get it, scraping together every penny from my job at Luxe. The apartment was modest, located in a part of the city where the rent was affordable, but it was mine, and that was all that mattered.

She lay down. This was her life now. For ten years. The thought made her sit up. Her heart began to race. This could not be real. This was a mistake. She was Patra Brown. She was innocent. She was not supposed to be in a cage. She got down from the bunk. She walked to the cell door. She held the cold bars. “I don’t belong here,” she whispered. The woman on the lower bunk laughed. It was a harsh sound. “Yeah. That’s what we all say.”

"You've been seeing someone else lately, right? Someone who made you return to acting like this and trying to reach me again." "Yes." Her gaze became sharper, with a different intensity than I had ever seen. Life in prison had made her a little different. "But not only that, he can now live very happily out there, breathing fresh air as he pleases, while I have to live crammed in with other women who always bother me." I stared at the woman, already knowing that the 'she' referred to in her words was definitely Nicole.

“Hmm… sure… we ought to lock our computers each time we leave our place. Remember Mrs. Jones….” “Hmmm…. Her story is really sad. She kept begging that she was innocent but Jamie Sir didn’t give her a chance to prove her innocence…” “I have heard that she works as a waiter now…” “It is really hard to get a job anywhere else if you are blacklisted by AE…” “True… wait what is that smell… yuck…” Ruby said pinching her nose. She looked around and her eyes fell on Sienna. Her face contorted in disgust as she said, “Who is this?”

I will wait patiently for him. I used to think living with my stepmom was one big hell I always wished to leave. The prison was more, it was such a dark place. The taunting words from the other prisoners made me question if marrying Alpha Orion was the right thing. I don't deserve him. He is too good for me. "When I heard Alpha Orion married such a weasel. I knew he was in for a hell of a ride… haha..well turns out his Luna is an aggressive one." A woman with black stained teeth spat.

"I thought you might be hungry, so this time it's my turn to provide you with food." Wei had no other choice but to open the door and invite him in. He was rolling his eyes and had all the appearance of a victim of circumstances, which was his natural spontaneous reaction to whatever happened out of the ordinary. Out of his order of things, that is. Most people would consider his whole life out of the ordinary, but to him it was just normal, so he behaved naturally-pissed by habit, but deep down he appreciated not having to cook. Andrew had just lost a chance, but he didn't know about it and Wei wouldn't be the one to tell him.

The headlines now read like love letters to their corporate marriage. My fingers tighten around the phone until my knuckles go white. Ten years in that hellhole of a prison, and for what? To watch them parade around like some power couple success story while I scrape together schemes that fall apart faster than wet tissue paper. The bell above the door chimes. I glance up, and my breath catches. Elizabeth Walton.

A woman in an orange prison uniform was brought in, her wrists chained, an officer gripping her arm. “What? You?” Ophelia spat, disbelief splashed across her face. She dropped into the chair across from Eloise, eyes narrowed. Eloise stayed quiet, watching her. Her posture was composed, but her fingers trembled from where they were hidden beneath the table. “I thought you were dead,” Ophelia sneered. Eloise took a calm breath. “Guess I got lucky.” Ophelia rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” Silence first—Eloise let it sit. Let it grow uncomfortable.

“Get up. Time to go to your cell. Real criminals waiting for fresh meat like you.” She yanked Nina up by the arm. Pain shot through. Nina followed on weak legs. The hallway smelled like urine and old food. Metal doors clanged. Voices shouted from cells. “New girl! What you in for?” One woman in a cell laughed mean. “Orange looks good on beggars. Come here, princess. I’ll teach you how things work.” Nina’s mind spun. This is it. No one coming. No father. No help. She thought of the bench. The kind man with the coins. The bus ride with hope in her heart. All gone. The orange gown itched on her skin. Too bright. Too real.

Pressing both of her hands on the metal island for examining pets, she hops her butt on top and crosses her legs. "Yeah, because what we have is safe, Rae. But eventually you have to swim with the dicks to get to the other side." Her tone serious. "I don't think that's how that saying goes," I laugh. "Oh, no. That is exactly how it goes. The man that is worth the trouble and has a dick that lengths in double is rewarded only after you get through the lake of pricks." She points at me jumping off the counter. "Remember that." *** Sitting on the couch I wipe my hands that consist of left over flour on my long shirt and lean against the doorframe that enters our living room. Orange Is The New B