Bill Cipher Voice Lines Novels & Stories

Just results. I pressed the call button and waited. After a few rings, he picked up. “Well, well, if it isn’t Julian,” Bill’s voice was laced with amusement. “Didn’t think I’d hear from you again after that day.” “I’ve got a job for you,” I said, getting straight to the point. There was a pause. Then, “I’m listening.” I shot a glance at Monica and Lily before continuing. “I need someone found and handled quietly.” “Define ‘handled,’” Bill said, his voice dropping a notch.

Annoyed, I picked up the call without looking at the number and yelled, "what the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy?" The voice on the other end of the phone replied, "am I speaking to Miss Banks?" Realizing it wasn't Rick, I looked at the caller ID and was shocked to see Star Agency. I immediately apologized, "please forgive me sir, I am immensely sorry for the outburst and yes I am Miss Cindy Banks."

“If you aren’t even man enough to reveal your voice, I doubt you have the balls and audacity to ask for last words, asshole!” Lucien chuckled at Brianna’s words. The caller was obviously using a voice changer to conceal his identity. But Brianna was not even fazed to respond with her sassy words and tone. “Oh, boy,” Lucien snorted. “You’re messing with the wrong people.” “You’re just lucky you left when you did at the cemetery, you bloody bastards!” the voice replied with evident annoyance. “We were almost this close!” Unseen to Brianna and Lucien, the man had his index and thumb fingers in a measure less than an inch in front of his face.

“I swear I’m not usually this dangerous. I just—my mind—sorry.” He chuckled, brushing off his pants. “I believe you. You look… distracted.” Then he squinted a little. “Are you okay? You look paler than last time.” I forced a smile, gripping the trolley so tightly my knuckles went white. “Just… a lot on my mind.” He nodded slowly, like he understood things he shouldn’t. “I’m Billy,” he said, extending a hand. “Since the universe clearly wants us to collide, maybe we should actually introduce ourselves.”

“You know that.” He paced back and forth in the cramped room. Every corner felt as if it were mocking him. The silence made his anger feel even more real. Billy pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant’s number. “Cakra,” he said as soon as the call connected. “Find someone for me.” “Who, Young Master?” “A woman,” Billy replied briefly. “Her name is Thabita Salton.” Cakra paused for a moment. “Description?” Billy smiled faintly, coldly. “Fat. Very easy to recognize. Track her wherever she goes.”

They did not know what Cecelia said on the other end of the line, but William’s voice was indescribably gentle. “It’s not done yet. You should go to sleep first. Don’t wait up for me.” Hearing those words, the other three simply could not believe their ears. Was this person their thousand-year iceberg of a Big Boss? His words were so gentle that the ice had melted, okay? If they did not hear it with their own two ears, they would never believe their big boss would ever speak with such warmth. The most unbelievable thing was yet to come. William, who had never spoken more than three sentences during a call, actually spoke to Cecelia for almost twenty minutes!

This time, he was even more anxious and directly shouted, “Master, it’s not good. The call, it’s—” William immediately blew up and roared, “Get out! Didn’t I tell you before? If he calls again, just reject his call! Such insolence!” The assistant froze in place, stuck in a dilemma. He was just about to speak when a low male voice sounded from the other end of the phone, carrying hints of questioning and a sneer. “William Little, are you so bold now that you refuse to answer my call? Do you think you’re good enough to fly solo now?”

Her voice was very loud, and the people around looked over to see what would happen. Billy had never been so embarrassed. He said in a low voice, "Sherman!" "Since you have already done it, why do you have to be embarrassed?" "I'm just here to pay the bill. That's all. I don't mean to do anything else." Billy frowned. He hated the gazes of the people around him. Sherman felt it was ridiculous. "She is a mistress. Doesn't she have money or a Social Security card? If she really can't afford the medical expenses, I can help her pay. But why did you come to pay the bill?"

I placed the phone in my ear and furrowed my brows. “Who's this?” I frowned when I didn't hear a response. “Uhm hello?” “Is this Lilly?” I heard a familiar masculine voice which made me frown. Who on earth was this? And why was his voice so familiar? “Yes? Who's this please?” I looked at Dave and he was giving me a sign like ‘who’s that’. “This is Williams Lilly. I need your help right now, I'm very stranded and I really need your help.” His voice was cracking like he was in some kind of serious danger or something.

Lady Wilson yelled, “You can go to hell! You will suffer a terrible fate for bullying an old woman like me!” Lady Wilson hung up the phone angrily as soon as she was done speaking. At this time, the cashier asked embarrassedly, “Madam, are you still paying the bill? If you are not going to pay the bill, please step out of the way first because other people are lining up behind you to pay their bills.” Lady Wilson replied angrily, “I am not paying anymore! I might not even be able to pay for my food soon! So, how can I f*cking pay the bills, then?!”