Oliver Aiku Fanart Novels & Stories

“He did aim solely for Aiden in the beginning. It was Alpha Tom and the Royal Court who forced Oliver to release Aiden from the dungeon cell that Oliver had locked him in. Oliver was forbidden to go near it. At the beginning of all of this, Oliver was still pretending to be fine. It hasn’t been until recently that he has gotten worse. Aiden was sent to a blessed pack, which means that if Oliver arrived there, it could attract the attention of the Goddess, and his dual-wolf would more likely be detected. Only the Moon Goddess and Dark Sister can intervene with the tainted wolf within Oliver. He can’t afford that risk right now. Those girls were their friends. They gave Aiden and Alice an alib

Is it because I am already mature to this type of thing or is it just me lacking about cute stuff? “Take a look at this” Oliver called me by waving his hand from the corner. I went there and I saw what he was looking for. “Wow” was the only thing I could say at this moment. It is a resin from my favorite anime. “Want to buy it?” Oliver asked. I am already fetching my wallet inside my pocket but Oliver stops me. “Let me pay for it.”

Oliver had quoted me. I twirled a lock of hair around my finger. “Feel happy that you got so lucky that your mark happens to rub elbows with people who have taste. You got anything else?” He looked around his place, then went to pluck a few from the walls and another healthy sized stack from the closet. I took pictures of everything and he put the pieces in a box to get them out of the way. Without the paintings on the walls, everything looked much emptier. Not a single picture of family. Nothing warm.

Lya The silence was strained in Oliver’s Land Cruiser. I sat with my arms folded across my chest, refusing to look at him. 'There’s no harm in enjoying the view,' Tala insisted. I rolled my eyes. Oliver was, unfortunately, exactly my type. The dark and broody mountain man looked like he was chiseled from stone. I wondered if Michelangelo was jealous. I settled for studying the tattoos down his right arm. Oliver kept glancing over at me. He looked like he was trying to come up with something to say while I was trying to put off vibes that discouraged interaction.

They all run up to me and wrap theirs arms around my waist and legs which results in me wincing from the slight sting from my injuries. “Children, remember Miss Aida is still healing.” Rory reprimands the children. “It’s okay, I’m fine.” I smile down at them all. “Miss Aida, come look at what I am sending my Mummy.” Olivia practically pulls me into her direction. She sits me on the floor, where she shows me a picture she has coloured in and some other artwork from school. “These are lovely Olivia, I’m sure your mummy will love these. What does this say?” I can see a name that Olivia has attempted to write out in her childish handwriting. S’s that look like fives and a K that is written backw

Oliver was very oblivious to what I noticed. I just decided to shrug it off and look forward to the anticipated fun of today. So I'm presently touching up my face for the show tonight, while Oliver is already fully dressed and sitting on the bed waiting for me, as he looked through his phone. He looked really eidible tonight. He always did though, but the casual jeans and Denim jacket he wore tonight made him look bad ass. And his hair came falling down his face, looking slightly wet, showing he just came out of shower.

Ethan said, laughing to lighten the mood. "I love you all so much!" Michi cried. . . Michi's art class met again, and this time, Oliver was home. "Holy fuck, Sue is stunning." Oliver breathed in my ear. "I thought she was hot in that video, but in person, she is breathtaking." "Sue is model material, no doubt. I'd say she should be the model, but she's too talented as an artist to give that up." Oliver agreed. As he stood behind me, I felt his cock start to grow.

Ryan breathes gently, calm and soothing, "then I support whatever you think we should do now, darling." "Oh, come on," Olivera says tauntingly. "You are so dense, sweetheart, it's laughable. You listen to that lying, son-of-a-bitch? He is just trying to cover the atrocities of the elders and I can't honestly believe that you would fall for any of it. You're just a spoiled Luna in her pretty palace, content with the death of her subordinates."

I wanted the entire pack to feel it. “I, Oliver, King of the Lycans, accept you, Helena, rogue wolf of the unclaimed territories, as my mate!” Oliver pulled me into his arms and looked deep into my eyes. His one hand on my butt and the other cupping my cheek. His incredibly beautiful blue eyes looking deep into my soul as the world around us disappeared.

Oliver got back to his rooms, stripped his clothes off, changed into his sleeping garments, and went to his bed. The night was cold and Oliver had sobered up a long time ago. He tried to sleep, but couldn't stop thinking about the red, disheveled hair and imagined Callum's lips painted the way the girls' from the brothel were. He moved his hand lower and grabbed his hardening cock, imagining this vicious mouth around it, smearing paint everywhere. He wanted to run his hands through Callum's hair and hold his head while the lord was sucking him. Oliver pushed his hand in his underwear and tightened his first around his stand. He squeezed harder, trying to guess what sounds would Callum make i