Oliver Aiku Fanart Novels & Stories

“Big Boss! Mr. Eric! You’re here!” Oliver exclaimed, bounding toward them with unrestrained glee. His high-pitched voice carried an unsettling enthusiasm, a jarring contrast to the gruesome scene. “Look, Big Boss, do you like it?” he gestured to the mangled man with the pride of an artist unveiling their masterpiece. His manic grin stretched wide, eyes gleaming with a deranged joy. “This one was fun to play with.” Oliver wasn't someone people could trifle with. He was insane and wouldn't hesitate at the idea of skinning a man alive or brutally mutilating them. As long as it made Damien happy, he would do it.

Yes, maybe only four humans can make Oliver talkative. Many girls admire him. Even his own twin brother was like that too, but Oliver didn't mind all that. He always thought that they were just joking around. *** Arriving at school, Oliver then took out his cell phone and earphones. He then played his favorite song while waiting for the teacher to arrive. "Olivers." who is a girl He then sat down beside Oliver. Oliver knew he was coming but he ignored him and looked sideways. "Olivers." call him back.

Despite his complaints about Americans, Oliver's own mixed heritage was evident in his Western features-dark hair and eyes contrasting with his fair complexion. Noticing my absorption with the tablet, he leaned forward curiously. "Since when do you follow social media, Marcus? Found some internet celebrity? Sounds like a woman—is she pretty? Let me see." I immediately shut off the screen, tucking the tablet away. Nobody could see Anna's video. She was my deepest vulnerability, the weakness I couldn't afford to expose. "So secretive," Oliver smirked suggestively. "I follow several gorgeous European socialites. Want an introduction? Several have been asking about you."

"Via, did you ignore everything I just said?" He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "If you want to have a one-night stand with me, I don't mind. But if you try to use me as a pawn again, I can't say what I might do to you." He touched her brow and eyes with his other hand. "I still prefer the obedient, gentle Via from before." The warmth of Oliver's breath by her ear contrasted with the cold shiver running down Olivia's spine. She had always known that among her brothers, Oliver, though seemingly gentle and refined, was actually ruthless and unpredictable. His current words made her feel that he was a bit perverse as well.

Niles agreed. “I’ll do more than break your face,” Devo advised. “Whoa! Did I stumble upon the Isabella fan club?” Oliver chuckled. “I mean it, Oliver,” I reiterated. “Isabella is a family friend. I won’t take it lightly if you hurt her.” “Ok, ok,” Oliver grumbled.

He then picked up a diary, locked but rusted and broken with age. Oliver recognized it as Violet's diary, a habit she maintained but never shared with him. Impulsively, he opened it, absorbing the words. April 5th. I met a boy named Oliver today. He's so pretty. Oliver is remarkable, and his artwork is stunning. I enjoy spending time with him. I wish I could draw too, but my passion lies in singing. August 3rd.

I replied returning the eye roll, he just chuckled at my childish behavior. As the words came out of my mouth, I realized how right I was. Oliver, just like me, looks nothing like the Blue family. He is taller than Mark, has beautiful hazel green orbs, even he has chestnut brown hair. He is more muscular than any of them and his face is sinfully angular. ‘How can Mark not notice that and notice every unnecessary detail?’ I shook my head internally in disbelief. “Well, you are right, little demon. Oliver does look different” Mark nodded.

Aurelia’s POV I moved through the evening like a machine, running on pure habit instead of feeling. I picked up Oliver from my neighbour’s house, thanked her, and watched the babysitter leave. “Look what I drew today!” Oliver beamed, holding up a sheet of paper covered in color. A house, a woman, a boy, and the sun smiling down on them. I smiled, or at least I tried to. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” It really was. But my heart wasn’t there.

Three weeks passed like that. Oliver came back on a Thursday, Miranda dropping him at the door with a bag full of drawings he'd done. He walked straight past me and went to find Cinnamon, and I heard him from the kitchen, his voice ringing down the hall: "Mama. Look. I drew Auntie Khole with wings." There was a brief silence before Cinnamon's hoarse voice responded, "she looks beautiful, baby. She looks just like her." I walked into the kitchen with my hands on the counter and breathed through my nose and stayed there.

Sidney smiled and bit her index finger between her teeth. Oliver: You should come out here so I can show you how much I like it. Sidney: There is nothing stopping you from coming out here. Oliver: Only money. Sidney: Likewise. Oliver: One day I’ll come join you in that blood bath. Sidney took a breath and caught her lip with her teeth. Sidney: So you saw the picture. Oliver: Of course I saw the picture! It’s already my home screen wallpaper. Sidney: It is not! LOL