Oliver Aiku Fanart Novels & Stories

Oliver cast an odd glance at her, "Aren't fans usually daydreaming about getting smooched by their idols? You're not pretending to be a fan, are you?" She gazed at Oliver with sincerity and replied, "An idol who intends to exploit their fans isn't a respectable idol."

Oliver is quiet, looking at me, and I can see he does not look happy, and he does look like me when I am angry. "Sir, you can not take us away from our mother. I know you have another woman, and I do not want a stepmother. You told my grandmother and aunt you love my mommy. If you love her, why are you keeping another woman?" Oliver asks. "Who says I have another woman?" I ask. "I have seen you in pictures on the internet with a woman called Bria. I looked her up, and she was already married and was a model. My mommy is more beautiful than her, and she looks old," Oliver says.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Olive released her grip on the ankle she had been holding onto. "Didn't I tell you to hold it?" Aaron complained, but with a chuckle. "But, but..." Tears of pleasure filled Olive's big eyes as she looked up at Aaron with a pitiful expression, begging for mercy. But Aaron, being a Lycan, had a sadistic streak. He folded Olive's legs and tucked her arms inside her knees. "It's wet enough; I think I can add another one," Aaron said, adding another finger and thrusting it in and out.

He’s tall but not as wide set as the other guys, but he is no less ripped and one of the fastest warriors I have ever seen. Oliver, our future Gamma, looks like your stereotypical biker. Medium length, dark brown, almost black hair that falls forward obscuring his face and piercing brown eyes that are almost as dark give off a ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe. He has tattoos on both forearms and one on his chest, just peeking out of the collar of his shirt. He is the most quiet of the group, lending to the mysteriousness. His expression is regularly bordering on resting b*tch face.

I feel like it’s our souls that combine as one when we mate. “I make no promises,” laughs Oliver. “You will if wish to keep your little friend,” threatens Olivia making me burst out laughing. “Geez, I was kidding, no need to get so hostile,” Oliver jokes back. I swear that boy has no serious bone in his body.

Oliver leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied Marius. “An art exhibition?” he repeated skeptically. “Since when do you care about art, Marius? Last I checked, your idea of culture involved neon lights and overpriced cocktails.” His eyes flickered towards Harper still standing in the doorway, taking in the way Marius’s presence seemed to put her slightly on edge. A protective instinct flared within him, though he kept it carefully hidden behind his usual gruff demeanor. “And what exactly is ‘interactive’ about this party?” Oliver pressed, his tone laced with suspicion. “Are we expected to paint each other’s faces or something?” Marius laughed dismissively, no

Oliver raised an eyebrow, "Plus a tiramisu." Seeing that Rita was unmoved, Oliver continued to entice her, "Not enough? How about a double?" Rita: "Hey hey hey ... deal." Seeing the bright smile on the girl's face, Oliver's eyes narrowed in a nice way. He thought it would be nice to be a friend to keep her company. After all, her smile is really bright, inexplicably healing, inexplicably pleasant. Liam you must be good to this silly girl, if you make her sad, I Oliver will never back down again.

Oliver P.o.v I like Ava, she has always been my first friend. I am Oliver Ronald, an imperceptible wonk at school, I have no friends, and I like dwelling on my own, studying, and residing alone on the campus without any friends. No one wants to be a wonk friend, the same with me, I am not interested in being friends with anyone. I was an imperceptible girl until Ava comes into my life. I met the gorgeous Ava when I went home to visit my parents, we get along well with each other, I treated her like a sister, the sister I never had, I was the only daughter of my parents, so I was so happy when I was told they wanted to adopt her as their second daughter, her life has always been difficult, sh

"I'm not going to the Lycan King's dinner. In fact, I don’t have it in me to be cordial with anyone at the moment. There wouldn’t be any point in attending. I’d be rude to the Lycan King and make a fool of myself." Oliver was a close friend of mine, an Alpha from one of the packs to the west of the mainland. He was a hopeless romantic, though he came off as frivolous and had a bit of an adulterous air about him. I knew that he was doing what he could to endure, to refrain from making fun of me when I was so vulnerable. Nevertheless, I could imagine his teasing smile from his tone. "But your Luna and sweetheart are both here. Why don't you come over?"

I'm sorry that it is like this for us' Lilac whimpered. 'It's now not your fault, I'm comfortable you're my wolf' I tried to motivateolivia P.O.V