Google Translate Female Voice Novels & Stories

A cheerful female voice happens to interrupt me. I opened my eyes and felt as if the person was standing beside me on my right since that’s where her voice came from. Out of nowhere, a foul odour seemingly like of a rotten fish invaded my nostrils and it was so reeking that it made me want to vomit. “The waters here are lovely.” The female voice continued to speak. “Who’s there?” I muttered, softly and shyly. “It’s Faith.” She answers. Her name sounded familiar but I have never met another Faith aside from my grade school classmate which is now residing in Los Angeles as an aspiring I*******m model. Most definitely, their voices sounded way too different for it to become the same person but

Galterio’s voice asked angrily, “When she wake, she will feel for you. Want you. If not, other bond too strong”. That voice. That dammed voice. I have to be wrong, it can’t be who I think it is. There is more than one person in the world who talks in an accent. Galterio for fucks sake has an accent. But this one. This voice. I have been listening to this voice nearly every day for weeks. I know who it belongs to. I just hope that I’m wrong.

An audible gasp left my lips when my silver eyes met his olive-greyish ones, they are so mesmerizing I could get lost in them. 'Psst, hello! Stop staring like a lunatic!' My inner voice snaps me out of my trance. "Umm... Oh,...sor... sorry. I'm sorry for bumping into you." 'Real smooth Taylor, real smooth' my inner girl mocks leaning on a wall with her arms folded over her chest, I just flip her off. "What's your name neonata?" (baby girl) Oh fuck he's Italian, that voice is so sexy. 'fuck me now' my inner girl says sultrily spreading her legs, 'shut it whore', 'I'm the whore now!? You're the one dripping wet from just the voice of a complete stranger.' I just roll my eyes because she's righ

“I only agreed to this because the sooner you were done, the sooner all of you could leave but seriously how long does it take to measure a person?” The woman looked up at me and said nothing. “She does not speak English.” Rosella said it casually, not looking up from her phone. “She speaks Portuguese.” Unfortunately, it was a language I didn’t speak. Then, without missing a beat, she glanced at the woman and said smoothly, “Ela diz que te ver nessa posição faz ela querer lamber o topo da sua cabeça. E de preferência muitos outros lugares também.” The woman’s eyes went wide.

That females voice contained a sense of ridicule and sadness. " Hello,can you hear me...." Amy screamed in the hope that ,they would be able to hear her. But to her badluck they didn't. " AKKUSA... Why are you calling me like that?" The man hesitated but asked in the end. " Do you need the answer my lord?" The female voice now became more rough than before... "......." There was silence as that female replied to him more ruthlessly. ' What are they saying and who is this AKKUSA? Why am I hearing their conversation?' Amy thought..

Marcel informed me that this guy is in fact Russian, I swear this guy better know how to speak english well, or this is going to be a very serious problem. “`E cosi bello rivederti Marcel. Chi potrebbe essere?” It’s so nice seeing you here again Marcel. Who might this be? A female voice cuts into the conversation, I look over to see who it could be, and would not even think twice about who this woman is as soon as I see her caramel brown, wavy hair, and her perfect figure sporting a tight blue dress. The same woman I found Marcel screwing the other night in his library. I am done with everyone speaking in Italian, it’s time to take charge of this situation, and now.

She was ready to close her eyes after saying goodbye to Albert but before she could do so, her phone rang. Picking it up with the energy that she can muster, she answered the call. In her voice, she was evidently tired and exhausted all over. “Hello? Who is this?” she asked through her phone. There was a bit of a static noise before she heard a response, and even the voice of the caller was masked with an AI voice changer. “Is this Hestia Leblanc?” said the voice— sounding as if the caller was subjected into witness protection.

Lena, a bubbly researcher from Berlin, chirped, her eyes sparkling, “you’re just amazing with languages. You said you speak like, what, thirty?” I chuckled, taking a bite of my sandwich. “Closer to twenty-five fluently, but I can get by in a few more.” Sarah, ever the cheeky one, chimed in, “Wow! your knack for languages, Gabe! It’s insane. I heard you speaking Japanese, Mandarin, French, Spanish… Do you just absorb them?” Gayle, who was sitting beside me, her shoulder pressing against mine, chuckled. “Honestly, I think he was born with a Rosetta Stone in his brain. It’s almost unfair.” She nudged me playfully.

Eden smiled back at him and wiped any tears left on her face. Eden felt bad that all of them spoke Italian, but her being there divided the group. She downloaded an app on her phone that recognized her voice speaking in English, translated it into Italian, and even read out loud in the perfect accent. It would also recognize the Italian language and translate it into English for her. She knew she was never going to try and speak Italian to them unless she was good at it. She was going to stick to the application for now. Eden walked back inside, smiling widely. She said into the phone, “So when are we leaving for the party?” The phone took her response and translated it, and an electronic fe

in various voices: Nasal, Gruff, Monotonous, Cheerful, Grating, Guttural, Shrill, Hoarse, Sweet, Husky, Modulated, Booming, Small, Quavering, Wheezy… There were also paid options like Morgan Freeman, Obama, Batman (Christian Bale), Harry Potter, Cookie Monster, Tom Holland… Kate picked Husky, as she thought all girls would, and the screen returned to Ecto’s minimalist bedroom. “Oh wow! I can speak.” The CGI image of Ecto still didn’t move its mouth and his words still typed themselves in a chat balloon, but now they were accompanied with the husky voice Kate had picked. It drifted from the phone speaker. “Awesome…” Kate uttered under her breath. More amazingly, her word also materialized in