Novel & Cerita Vocaloid Oliver

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 screamed in an equally angry tone before kicking the dead body. He just kicked someone dead! "Who the fuck are you, Mr. Oliver Taylor?”

The lord was fully hard already, but instead of taking him in his mouth, Oliver dipped his head and licked the inside of Callum's tights. He felt a hand gently rest on his shoulder and he traced his tongue up to where Callum's tight reached the hip. Oliver began planting gentle kisses over the sensitive skin and felt Callum tremble, the hand he supported himself with still only a warm light touch on his body. "Please..." the Lord whispered quietly and Oliver ran his tongue over the slit of Callum's cock. He lapped at it a few times and Callum groaned. "You taste so good, Cal."

It seems like you haven't eaten anything at all“ She stated with a caring voice. Oliver, at some point felt a little warm to be treated as that. 'Her voice sound so reassuring at some point, I wonder why' Smiling, he didn't realize that as he crosses his arms and nodded his head, the sleepiness will soon appear on his body. And in no time, Oliver is now sleeping. Complletting his guard down, not realizing it at all. He looks so peaceful, he seems to have a good sleep even with that kind of position. ”You know what? If my child is in front of me… maybe… he would be in the same age as you. How funny, your name and his name are rhyming at some point. Oliver and Oliveir. It seems to be different

"She's so annoying. I felt like jumping out of the window or just straight strangling myself." Cesar decided to put him out of his misery and he chuckled. “Of course I recorded the whole thing.” He told his friend and was rewarded with Oliver’s howls of excitement making him laugh. “I hope you’re alone while you’re displaying this madness.” Cesar commented. “Yeah I am." Oliver said. "So when do I get it?”. “Soon." Cesar checked his wrist watch. "In thirty minutes. Special delivery." “Cool! I hope you at least cried when she said her vows.” Oliver mocked him.

Oliver froze for a few seconds, then blurted out, "So you really did lose your memory. Otherwise, how could you even forget your nickname, the thousand year lonely old tree? Not to mention having a girlfriend. If a woman even tried to flirt with you or get close, you would glare at her and scare her off." As Oliver spoke, he waved his arms and legs around, reenacting Adrian’s fearsome, romance killing expression. Seeing Oliver like this, Adrian no longer had the mental space to think about the girl from his dreams.

--- 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.” ---

I said, waving it off awkwardly. "Alright, Elena," he said, his voice like smooth velvet over gravel. "Let's see the damage." I handed over the tablet. Oliver’s jaw tightened as he scrolled through the venom directed at my voice-acting alias, Lila Starr. He moved with terrifying efficiency—tracing IP addresses back to the Southern Pack territories, grouping the bot accounts, and drafting takedown orders. He was cold, professional, and unshakably calm. Exactly the kind of Enforcer I needed for a digital war.

“As I was saying, Kieran is beautiful. No, gorgeous.” “And?” If Oliver had even the tiniest bit of brain mass, he would have understood I wanted him to shut up immediately. “What else?” “Honestly, she makes the word gorgeous sound like an understatement.” Oliver whistled. “Literally. She should be called an Angel, or a goddess.” “And?” “And her voice is so sweet and soft.” Oliver cooed. “They're like music to my ears. I could listen to her talk all day long. I should ask her if she's a good singer. I can bet my life she has an angelic voice and…”

Oliver wipes his mouth with a paper napkin, leans back against the pillows, and flashes me an irreverent, worrisome grin. "You seem to be in a very good mood," Oliver notes, his tone shifting instantly from domestic warmth to seductive devil. "Let’s talk about getting me in front of a computer terminal so I can destroy Senator Scott."