Vocaloid Oliver Novels & Stories

I held her tighter just as Oliver made his way to where we sat “Catherina… it is so good to see you” He screeched, lowering himself beside me Yes, his voice also did not match his face because while he sounded like some drowning bird, a high pitched voice that broke off at odd intervals whenever he spoke, he looked like he ate too much of those English donuts and they did not digest. “And you too, Mr Oliver” I smiled tightly as his body odor hit my nostrils.

Ugh! “Damn well, I guess you’ll wanna run with your family,” Oliver says, as he squats to look into my eyes. He looks so sad and I hate it. But on two legs, there isn’t much he can do for my wolf right now. *What do I call you,* I finally think to ask the voice in my head. *I’m Daria! Who are you,* the voice says, licking her lips at the sight of our mate.

Oliver couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for shattering this young girl's dream but he just couldn't help it, to have her he must make sure his plan goes according to order. "Hey, Mimi. You don't have to be sad, guess what? My high school friend is currently about to open one of the biggest entertainment industries and I already send a short video clip of you singing and you know what?" Oliver paused as he asked her with smugness on his face. "What? Please tell me?" Mirabel asked curiously as her heart skipped a bit. "He said that you have a lot of potential, and if you keep up this level of skill after signing with them, it shouldn't be hard for you to become the face of the company,"

--- From everywhere. --- A low, steady tone. --- Then— --- A voice. --- Not human. Not mechanical. --- Neutral. Precise. --- “Ariana.” --- She froze. --- That was the first time it used her name directly. --- Not through a message. --- Not through a screen. --- Out loud. --- Oliver stepped slightly in front of her. --- “Don’t respond,” he said. --- The voice continued. --- “Your behavior has deviated from expected parameters.” ---

The voice, it sounds familiar. "Show your face." Oliver says hoping that the familiar voice doesn't match with the familiar face. She can recognize that voice from anywhere. If we can have 7 look alike in the world then we can definitely have 7 voices alike in the world. Her heels hit the ground making the sophisticated noise as she walked closer to Oliver. Oliver gulps down nothing and anticipates whoever it was. She just hopes they release her when they find her worthless and hopes they wouldn't be too harsh on her.

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.

“Dreams.” “Do you want to come over? Maybe I scare those dreams away.” Raven laughed over the phone, “Tempting as that sounds, I thought you had work to catch up on?” Oliver sighed, “I do, but I could delegate it, I am the boss.” “You don’t strike me as someone that likes to do that though.” “You already know me so well,” smiled Oliver. “I really sorry for calling you this early, especially if I woke you, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Oliver picked up on them quickly enough, putting on a determined expression as he said, "That's right, I did ally with you. But you captured the woman I love, and I can't stand for that. The alliance is over." "Very well." Grunt smirked. "I guess I thought too highly of you. Anyway, do you think you can beat me with just a few thousand men?" Oliver did not spare another second before he sent a wave of energy that burst from his body. He roared, "Bring it on!" He raised his hand, prepared to order the Black Tortoise warriors around him to attack. The thousands of Black Tortoise warriors channeled their auras, constricting through the atmosphere in the cave.

Her voice cracked through the air, the name laced with shock, disbelief, and something sharper—anger. My smile didn’t falter. My head tilted slightly, my gaze sliding past her like she was nothing more than another guest. I let the name linger in the air, untouched, unfamiliar. Nella. A name I had buried with my past. A name that no longer belonged to me. A flicker of frustration crossed Oliver’s face before he stepped closer. "Nella," he tried again, softer this time, like the sound of it on his tongue would bring me back to him. His gaze searched mine, desperation laced beneath the disbelief. "I know it's you."

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."