Oliver Aiku Fanart Novels & Stories

dad said and hugged his friend "Everyone is here in town their heading to the hotel," Andrei said looking at Olive "Andrei this is my fiance Olivia. Babe this is the mafia leader Andrei Sokolov. Their very good friends of us," I said "Good to meet you," Olive said "You too my dear. But you have to excuse me and Alex for I while I need to talk to him," Andrei said "Sure we'll be in the kitchen," mom said I grabbed Olive's hand pulled her into my arms and kissed her before I went upstairs with the rest when the door closed Jace punched me

OLIVIA Aiden releases his grip on my hand, and lets it fall to my side. His eyes remain fixed on me, his piercing gaze that seems to see right through my soul. I sit in a daze, my eyes wide opened. Why did he do that? Why do I like it? Fuck, man is so big. Now, it is no wonder so many girls in school want him. "Olive, chill," Aiden whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "I am not going to do anything to you. Just showing you how your touch affects me,”

My stomach burns with rage, Romano is a monster. “Shut up! You don’t know what you are talking about. Olivia is an innocent girl, she would never deceive me or do anything behind my back, she is just a victim of our wickedness, but she is nothing like us or her father, she is good,” Stefan defends me.

"I know because you're always listening to Imagine Dragons whenever you're painting." "Mum makes incredible paintings, she listens to Imagine Dragons each time she's painting. She says they give her inspiration and help to clear her mind. She also likes Ric Hassani and Nonso Amadi, Aunt Rainer loves Ali GATIE, Taylor Swift and Dua Lipa just like me. Uncle Tobi is more into Nigerian music, he is a Johnny Drille, Chike, Nonso Amadi and Ric Hassani fan," Olive said. I made a mental note to look up all those artists especially Ric Hassani, it felt weird that Tobi shared the same kind of music taste with my wife.

"What the bloody hell is this?" "An invitation," he muttered. Of course, he didn't take the trouble of waiting for a formal invitation to discuss things. "Do you read?" Asshole. I breathed through my nostrils, head still down. "I'm busy." He ignored the brush-off, moving a bit like he owned the place—and he kinda did? "Busy doing what? Keeping my fiancé on edge?" My stomach tightened. "Fuck off." Oliver just laughed, low and amused. "Easy does it," he said, though the glint of his eye said otherwise. "A private art thing. Schmoozing. Champagne. Pretending to care about abstract art. You know, corporate crap. Come with me."

I watched the interaction between them with a slight curve at the corner of my lips. Holding the lead rope around her neck, I led her out of the stable. Leaving her with Stella, I walked back into the stable, spotting Aaron in front of a brown horse, holding out a half-bitten apple to it. I arched a brow, walking towards them. The horse naturally spotting me before the stable boy. “Lord Oliver,” he stumbled snapping his gaze to mine, his arm still held out towards the horse. “How many times do I need to remind you to just call me Oliver?”

My senses started working again when he slowly descended the podium and the applause ran again. The lights dimmed, allowing darkness to embrace us and enhancing the boldness of the projector. They had made digital copies of the paintings, apparently. As the painting buffered, my eyes wavered toward Oliver. Even in the darkness, he looked like an angel. The way he was focused on the screen, he looked ethereal. His relaxed face crinkled into panic as a gasp tore through everyone. I snapped toward the painting. Fuck. It was the nude painting Oliver had made of me in his bedroom.

"More than Rafael?" Oliver shifted in his place to hide his hardness. Watching her with him should anger him but he was turned on. "That's why I am sitting here and fucking trying to talk to you." "I am all ears!" He flipped her on the bed and hovered over her but didn't let Oliver see her nakedness, he was teasing him with just glimpse of her. "Egon has taken over the Germany and now targeting us. May be we are his first step towards his expansion." Oliver's eyes travelled on her sexy figure which was beneath Arthur, looking like a sex goddess, he could only get glimpse of her clevage because Arthur's bulky arm was blocking the view. He was latching on her like he was hungry for ages.

She sounded offended, walking from one, to the other. Oliver shrugged. “I guess they have enough and don’t need these anymore.” He told her, walking towards his favorite of them all. “This is the one I like the most though.” He said roughly. It was a statue of a naked man, laying on a bed, and holding the hand of his naked lover, while she appeared to be hesitant in coming to him. Oliver felt Kayla walk towards him, before standing between him and the quite huge statue. “It’s unfinished…” Kayla whispered in a very low tone that he was sure he was puking have heard her,without werewolf ears.

“Aiden! Over here!” Aiden takes my arm into his and leads me toward the set of couches over by the man. He’s tall, although not nearly as tall as Aiden, and has a warm expression on his face. His eyes are a shocking blue and his hair dark brown. His suit is more plain than Aiden’s, although clearly also very high quality “That’s Oliver — he’s a good friend of mine. He’s a beta who works with my family.” I nod like I understand what that means and smile as we get closer. Oliver pulls Aiden into a hug as soon as he’s within arm’s reach.