Vocaloid Oliver Novels & Stories

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.

- I added. - You are a strange sorceress then.- said Oliver with a slight amusement, then walked to a nearby tree, behind which, as it turned out, he had left his backpack. - I could say the same about you. You're a strange vampire as well.- I repaid him with a similar remark, and my smile widened. ~~~~~~~~~

"More than Rafael?" Oliver shifted in his place to hide his hardness. Watching her with him should anger him but he was turned on. "That's why I am sitting here and fucking trying to talk to you." "I am all ears!" He flipped her on the bed and hovered over her but didn't let Oliver see her nakedness, he was teasing him with just glimpse of her. "Egon has taken over the Germany and now targeting us. May be we are his first step towards his expansion." Oliver's eyes travelled on her sexy figure which was beneath Arthur, looking like a sex goddess, he could only get glimpse of her clevage because Arthur's bulky arm was blocking the view. He was latching on her like he was hungry for ages.

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?

"What the fuck, man?" Ethan glared at him. "It wasn't me." "Oh, let me tell you," I volunteered. Everyone looked at me. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I actually wanted to tell a funny story. My mood had shifted the moment Olivia appeared on that rooftop with my godson. I wasn't stupid enough to believe the pain was gone. It wasn't. It was still there, buried beneath the laughter, waiting for some memory to bring it rushing back. Maybe tonight.

“Aren’t I?” Her voice was Olivia’s—but twisted, colder, carrying an unnatural echo that sent a chill down Olivia’s spine. “No,” Olivia said firmly. “You look like me, but you’re not me.” The other Olivia chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred. “I am you. The part of you that you buried. The part you’re too afraid to face.” She stood gracefully, descending the throne’s steps with deliberate, confident strides. “Tell me, what did you think you’d find in Oliver’s mind? A simple lock to break? A key hidden in the shadows?” She tsked, shaking her head. “No, darling. You stepped into something much bigger than you could ever understand.”

His hard cock hits all the right spots against my clit, each movement blowing my mind making it hard for me to be coherent. My head falls back as he brings me to a mindblowing orgasm, sucking my nipples and slapping my ass as my body quivers in satisfaction while Oliver shoots his load into me. Our deep breaths sync together as we collapse into a sweaty heap, limbs tangled together, not wanting to let go. “You know I’m not finished with you, right?” He growls, his voice deep and rough, unlike what I’m used to. I pull back a little, peeking up at him, only to find that Oliver’s blue-green eyes have changed to dark blazing gold.