Bill Cipher Voice Lines Novels & Stories

Bill's voice was so serious. "I know Lira is your friend but she is dangerous."

Chris added in a deep tone. Billy heard the cell phone ring and immediately recognized the caller. He apologized to his father and answered. “Hello, mom!” he said with a smile on his lips. “Yes, I’ve talked to Shawn! To be honest, today I would have preferred to face a hurricane than to talk to him." He looked at his father who was already leaving the office with an unhappy expression on his face. “No, mom, we'll do things as planned. All right, we'll talk more about it tonight.”

"Personally, I’ve always found that a little bit of play makes the work go a helluva lot faster." What the hell is wrong with this asshole? One moment he is... God, he is such a dick. She thought to herself. "That approach doesn’t work for me. It never has." She winced at the tenor of her voice—cold, prim, defensive. "And now I think we ought to get the bill. It’s later than I expected. I don’t think it would be fair on Gary if we shoved our discussion of his plight into a few minutes tacked on to the end of a meal. I realise you’ve written him off as a master criminal, but I feel he deserves better than that."

the caller said. “Call him in,” the animated voice responded. “112, are you there?” The caller said. “Right here, Sir,” Blair responded from a short distance, thickening her voice a little. The dead men had a thin, feminine voice and Blair only needed a little adjusting to play the role. I was awed by what good voice actor she was, although I couldn't wrap my head around what trouble this could get us into, especially if she doesn't sell the role to the boss.

He didn't look like someone who could function. Zynah hesitated for a while more before finally picking up the phone. She didn't say anything, waiting for him to speak. "Hello." Zynah's brows furrowed in confusion. She had to take the phone away from her ear to glance at the caller ID. The voice was definitely not Bilal's. She could never mistake his voice for another. "Wh...who are you?" She couldn't hide the nervousness in her voice. "Where is the owner of the phone?"

I asked, forcing a gentle smile, even though something in me was telling me there was something wrong with this man. He didn't respond right away, walking slowly through the store, as if he were sizing up the place but not really interested in anything in particular. I continued to discreetly observe his movements, trying to understand what he wanted. Maybe he was just a grumpy old man, I thought. “You’re Lilian, am I right?” he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, almost a whisper. His eyes didn't blink, and he maintained a rigid posture. “Yes, it's me. How can I help you?” I asked, still maintaining my professional demeanor.

I wondered He turns back to the cashier. I was motioned to the second cue. The lady checked my stuff and then calculated it. The next thing I know, she went back to the other side where the older lady of earlier was standing with her husband. She told them something and came back to her seat. I was confused about the whole drama. What are they whispering about? " how much is my bill!" I asked while I bring out my debit card from my purse. She smiled at me "It's in the house "

And I will protect them at all cost. Just then the phone beside his bed rang. Ring! Ring!! Ring!!! Jake just turned and stared at it. Ring! Ring!! Ring!!! It continued ringing. Jake sighed angrily and walked towards it. "Hello" he said, his voice, cool. "Hello buddy!!!" Jake thought the voice sounded mechanical. He remained silent "It is me Billy!.. your pal! Remember?! The man who killed your brother and whom you then slit his throat and left to choke to death on his own blood!!"

Billie came running to her, breathing heavily. Anna step down from the car and collected the phone from her. "Thank you." She mumbled, and beamed at her. Billie ignored her and quickly turned to Christ. "Good day, I'm Billie." She said, in a seductive tone, stretching her hands out for him to shake. "I'm Christ, Christ Salvador." He responded, in a warm, yet calm voice that sends shiver down Anna's Spain. He had never spoken to me that way, Anna thought.

~Ophelia's POV~ "Twenty five years old." I heard a masculine voice say. Huh? I furrowed my eyebrows and shrugged. I must be hearing things. "I said I am twenty five years old." The voice said again then it dawned on me that my boss was the one who talked. I whirled around immediately, coming face to face with him. When did he get here? Wasn't he just swimming a while ago? I scoffed.