Oliver Vocaloid Novels & Stories

His voice was mocking, laced with venom. “Didn’t expect that, did you?” Oliver exhaled through his nose, his fingers curling slightly before relaxing. “Victor,” he murmured, almost to himself. “That useless fool.” Oliver sighed. Can't he really restrained the beast he trained? Is the only way to subdue him is to kill him? Fine! He may be the greatest weapon but he can just replace him. Although it would take another couple of years — he's got not much time as he's getting old but he can only sacrifice for the better good.

"I... I didn't see you, I'm so sorry." Oliver released his hold and smiled at her. "No, don't worry. I hope you are all right." "I... yes. Thank you." The maid took a step away from him, her eyes cast downward the whole time. "I'm Oliver, by the way. I'm Lord Callum's new valet." The girl smoothed her skirts and clasped her hands in front of her and didn’t say anything. "Although I can't say I really am," he joked and the girl said quietly

I slipped in my earphones and played a track of my favorite singer. I listened to the first song on the track, Helplessly by Tatiana Manaois and slowly my mind faded with the wonderful rythym of the song, and I could feel my lips twitching into a smile for no reasons at all. That's what Tatiana's songs do to me. "We are here. Get down" Oliver ordered as he got down from the car. "Rude much" I replied, expecting an apology, but got none. I quickly alighted. Why was he suddenly behaving like an ass?

whined Olivia as she tilted her head like a person who was praying. "Look, there's a lunatic in here." "Could she be a crazy woman who managed to escape from the hospital." "Is that woman still sane?" "I don't think so. If sane, would anyone pray like that." Several sentences of several voices were directed towards Olivia. Olivia snorted in annoyance then pulled her hand back. He continued walking without paying attention to the various gazes and words of the people around him. "How stupid are other people! Don't they know I'm thirsty? How annoying!" Olivia grumbled all the way.

Something about her smile made my heart melt. "Hello," I whispered back, waving at her. "My name is Olivia, but you can call me Liv. I am seven years old." She replied, giving me a wild smile that made me notice two teeths were missing from her upper teeths. "You are still six Olivia."a deep masculine voice said. "But I will be seven in a few months dad." She replied, crossing her little arms around her chest. "You have to wait till then before you start claiming it." Mr Andrews said.

Oliver sat in his office, eyes glued to the laptop screen connected to his headphones. He wasn’t watching—he was listening. Completely focused on the sounds coming through. While he listened, he stroked himself. “God, your moans are so fucking hot. Now I want to hear them live more than ever,” he muttered, picking up the pace. He came hard to the audio. Grabbed napkins from the desk to clean up. Slammed the laptop shut. Leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk—half from what he’d just done, half from imagining what he’d do next.

I held the receiver up to my ear and quietly tried to listen to their voice. “Hello? Olivia? Olivia, what the hell is happening?” It was a male voice. Low. Smooth. Vaguely familiar. “Olivia’s not here at the moment,” I sneered. “In fact, I’d say you’re going to have a very hard time getting in touch with her once I’m through with her. You can best believe that once I’m done tearing her apart, it will be you I’m coming after.”

sound against the palm of her hand. “No,” she said. “It’s a painting for you.” Jenny’s fingers paused on the stone steps. Her nails made a slight “clicking” sound as they touched the stone surface. “Aunt Rita said you’re very sad,” Olivia continued. Her voice was flat, just like Daniel’s—four-year-old vocal cords aren’t capable of expressing true emotions. There was only a monotonous, flat tone, like that of blank paper. “She said you have a little boy who doesn’t want to see you right now. She said your heart hurts.”

He growled in a husky voice and Olivia's heart flew out of her body. Shit!

His voice was low but clear. “Who do you want gone, Olivia ?”