Vocaloid Oliver Novels & Stories

"You cannot choose to give your soul to them. We are so close,, so close. I have found my lifemate. It is only a matter of time for you. You must hold out. I am coming to you." Olivera snarled, throwing her head back to roar with rage. "Imposter. You are not my mother." "Olive! What are you saying? Of course I am your mother. You are ill. I am coming to you with all haste. If those creatures are playing tricks on you…"

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.

Chapter 67: Substitute Third Person’s POV “You look beautiful today.” Oliver’s husky voice echoed in Crystal’s ears, making it red. “Even when ten years had already passed, you were still as when I first met you.” Crystal blinked her eyes trying to stay calm, “What… are you saying?” “I’m just telling the truth,’’ Oliver said as he put her hair behind her ear. “Are you ready for another fun ride?” “Huh?” “Hold me tight.”

"Who's there?" "Your most dreaded fear," the voice murmurs into my ear, closer than at any other time. I shout, taking off from the frightening words. Oliver out of nowhere ventures through the air, showing up before me like an entertainer, loaded with conceit. He gazes at me and starts to insanely snicker. Red blossoms onto my cheeks as he grins, analyzing me. "You look changed at this point. Seems like I can converse with you once more," he closes in the wake of examining me, "you don't look completely human any longer."

Oliver pushed his finger in and out of me while flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. “What are you doing? Oh Oliver.” I somehow muffled a scream. “Don’t tell me my nephew hasn’t done this to you.” Oliver said between licks. I was burning up. This was an entirely new level of euphoria. “No, never. It feels….it feels so nice.”

Olivias pov I moved forward towards the voice. The tunnels bent and swirled around me, a labyrinth that seemed to stretch into infinity. I called out again, gentler this time, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice felt tiny in the vast darkness, threading through the heavy silence. Suddenly, I caught a whisper—a voice faint yet persistent—a single word that seemed woven from the air. "Olivia..." I hesitated, feeling a tremor of both hope and fear. That voice, so distant yet unmistakably real, beckoned me with a familiarity I couldn’t ignore. My grip on the wall tightened, anchoring me as I ventured further in, letting the whisper guide me.

My voice cracked despite me wanting to sound stronger and wanting to put as much anger in it as I could. “You didn’t really think it was over, did you?” Dante murmured, his voice rough and a prelude to what was to come. "We are not done with you, little lamb," Oliver said, his blue eyes meeting mine, showing his excitement. "Far from it." Allister added, cold and emotionless. ---- A. Gupta

I cannot remember their names. So, I sat by myself as I couldn’t see any of my friends. Man, you would think the school cohort would have something new to talk about by now, but I was wrong. “You know how to keep making it worse for yourself, don’t you kitten?” Oliver said as he sat down next to me. “Oh yes, Oliver, it was my dream to make a viral clip.” I snapped at him, I glared at him, “Not just a viral clip kitten a sex tape.” He said, I groan out, I don’t want to deal with his crap today. “What do you want, Oliver?” I asked him.

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.