Bill Cipher Voice Lines Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, my AI system just finished processing it. Reconnect your earpiece, listen to this." ​I immediately put the small wireless earpiece back into my ear, holding my breath in the dim silence of my apartment. ​The next second, a voice came through the phone line. My heart raced wildly. It was Mike's voice. His cold intonation, his pauses for breath, down to his emphasis on every single word sounded one hundred percent authentic. However, the sentence he uttered was vastly different from what I had heard at the boutique earlier: ​"I, Mike Wilson, hereby declare that all Vertex Ltd asset transfer documents under the name of Bella are fake, and I confess to having committed structured f

She pressed her lips together before adding reluctantly, "This time… the baby must have been mistaken." Brandon stared at her in disbelief, shaking his head repeatedly. "That's impossible. How could it be wrong? The baby has never been wrong—every single time, it's been accurate." He plugged the USB into a device, checking it over and over like a man possessed. "There has to be something we missed." The fact that even Brandon knew about our son's "voice" better than I, his own father, made my gaze darken. I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself before speaking.

Jody Gardner frowned, surprised by Bill's change of expression. Bill then walked over to Jody without blinking. "What are you doing? You want to pick a fight here?" Jody asked with wide eyes in shock, not expecting Bill to do that. Bill didn't reply, completely ignoring Jody's words. He only stopped when Jody stopped backing away. Bill put his head to Jody's right ear and began in a cold voice, "Me? I'm probably the person you fear the most in this world, General Gardner."

I said quickly. “Just a moment, Ma’am!” She quickly dialed the phone on her desk. “Hello, Boss! Someone is looking for you,” she said, then glanced at me. “What’s your name, Ma’am?” she asked. I laughed a little because she probably didn’t watch much TV or anything, so she didn’t recognize me right away. “Rhian Adam Suarez,” I replied. She nodded and conveyed my name to the person on the line. Once she realized who I was, her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in surprise.

“Sure thing, Lily.” There was the sound of the phone exchanging hands. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe a high, nasally voice, the sort of whine that would belong to a guy who didn’t have anything better to do on a Friday night except schedule business meetings. Or a boring monotone like the guy who says, “Bueller… Bueller…” in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But I certainly wasn’t expecting what I got.

He stayed silent before the other line started ringing. Moments later, a deep and altered voice spoke. "Hello, Silvester," the voice uttered in a menacing tone. His eyebrows raised as he pressed record. "Who are you?" he asked and the voice laughed hysterically. "You already know who I am," the voice uttered before a glitchy sound was made. "How's the investigation of your wife's culprit?" the voice asked and he clenched his jaw before sitting down on his swivel chair. "No lead yet," he answered and the voice laughed.

Billy's name flashes on the screen and I click the answer button immediately. "Hi. Are you ok?" "Yeah, what are you up to?" He replies, I can hear voices in the background like he's out somewhere, but his voice sounds a bit sad. "Me and Laura are home alone having Chinese. Are you sure you're ok?" I press my phone against my ear, trying to hear him clearly against the background noise. "I'm ok, yeah, I'll leave you to it." He clears his throat and pauses. "I'm glad you've got your friend around."

She clicked the answer button and also the record button before putting the phone to her ear. "Hello?" She answered in an angelic voice, and heard the caller laugh. "Hello, Miss Tiana Brenton, this wasn't the way your voice sounded the day we met?" The voice was a female voice, reserved and calmed. It all came pouring back, Tiana recognized the owner of the voice. "Mrs Cindy?" Tiana intonated. "We need to see and talk in person," the caller said. "What? What do we want to talk about?"

he called out, voice rough but amused. I raised an eyebrow. “It’s Bianca.” He tilted his head, blew out a slow stream of smoke. “Cu.....te. I’m Trevor. But everyone calls me Trev.” He glanced at Lily and then back at me, and for a second, his whole expression softened. “Is she yours?” he asked. “Yup. She’s the real boss.” He smiled small, crooked, but warm and nodded before stepping back inside, letting the door shut with a dull thud.

The radio crackled from the speaker near the registers. I paid, thanked the cashier, and headed toward the exit, basket swinging against my hip. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number. I hesitated, then answered. “Hello?” “Billie? Oh my god, it’s Mills!”A familiar voice came through. Mills, my colleague from Judy’s Fast Food. We hadn’t spoken in a while. “Mills? Wow. It’s been forever.” “Too long! You okay?”She asked. I shifted the bags to my other arm. “Yeah. I’m… fine.”