Vocaloid Oliver Novels & Stories

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

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."

In the live stream, Olivia had just finished her guitar performance. Raymond, being knowledgeable about music, compared the performances from both live streams—Lindsay's and Olivia's guitar playing. He glanced at Oliver with a hint of sarcasm. "Oliver, you're not discrediting Lindsay; you're actually setting Via up for failure," he remarked. "How did you come up with the idea to have the trolls ask Lindsay to play the same guitar piece Via performed?" Oliver, looking frustrated, replied, "I only knew Lindsay could play the fiddle. I had no idea she could play the guitar. I thought if she couldn't play it well, it would make Via look better."

And then an all-too-familiar voice came from the speaker system. It wasn't until a few people moved aside that I saw Ollie sitting on the edge of the stage. He sang on a song by the band Static-X. His deep, raspy voice sent goosebumps through my body and I shivered. And like years ago, I was suddenly hypnotized and couldn't take my eyes off him. He got up and started pacing back and forth. The moment he growled he stopped and leaned forward with the microphone. Just like I've seen him a million times before.

It trickled from the corner of her lips as she sobbed. Oliver slapped Gaia again, and she screamed. “Help!” Gaia called. Oliver brought his hands around Gaia’s throat and squeezed. Gaia was no longer human to him. She meant nothing. If he left her alive, she’d only become another dirty vampire. And he killed vampires. Oliver had been training since he was a child. Soon enough, he’d prove himself to his father and brothers. He’d show them what he was made of. What he was capable of.

A boy walked up to the table where Kyra and Samantha were and placed two bowls of meal before turning his head to look at Kyra. With a smile, he said, “Hi, I know that we haven’t gotten to know each other quite well but I’m Oliver.” “Oliver,” Kyra repeated and gave a small smile. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kyra.” “Oh, we know,” he said in a whisper and added, “the fierce one.” Kyra didn’t know if it was a good or bad compliment but he made it sound funny that she didn’t think there was any other meaning behind it.

I said nervously and turned my head to see Oliver, with my angry face, it's the last straw it seems that Olí has become a human GPS he tells Marcus where I am so he can locate me. "That you don't look at me, he asked me why would I hide the address from him is a good gym" said Olí excusing himself for what he did. "That's not the case, Dany that idiot is almost 2 meters tall, he can hurt you, you better jump and I'll take you to the aerobics air" he told me and that's when I exploded. Oliver couldn't hold back a laugh and he choked with laughter. "Haaa, I'm sick of being told that, leave me alone" I said and stood in front of the idiot in front of me, staring at him and seeing his area of we

He grabbed a jar and threw it at the assistant, which the man avoided by ducking quickly, saving his head. "Why am I surrounded by fools?!" Oliver cried, pulling his hair. "Why? Why can't anyone provide a solution?!" "I will get my alpha back," he whispered, placing a hand against his chest. "No one can love Xavier like me." "I will prove it to him, and he will love me again," Oliver said, his scent turning sweet. "It will be just like before." His assistant stayed crouched on the ground, his forehead covered in sweat. He clutched his tablet to his chest, his breath coming in heavy pants.