Google Translate Female Voice Novels & Stories

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

— wished the same female voice, hoarse and with a strong Italian accent. Ah, yes! She wakes up next to me!

“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..

According to them my features always scream the non-Indian look. "Desh me ladkia ki kam pari thi kya, jo tune is videshi ko utha laya." (Was there a scarcity of girls in the country that you brought a foreign girl with?) Randhir didn't bother to translate the sentence to me. Immediately I understood that the middle aged lady said something really offensive. It's a new trend that Randhir has started. He doesn't translate those sentences which could hurt or offend me. Such a biased translator. I was planning to keep using G****e Voice Translator from now on.

The woman said in a very soft voice. "Ah, you drive me crazy. Your voice, your voice is that of Lourine Chatrine. Let me see your back. Please, I beg of you," replied king Van De Fretas. The woman turned her face slowly and looked at the king Van De Fretas. The light of the full moon illuminates them.

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.

Maybe a different topic. "Are you from Ireland originally," I ask, and Fiadh nods? "Your English sounds so American," I reply with a cautious smile, and she looks at Jali with a confused expression. "It's the translator. Krystal sounds Irish to you, and you sound American to her. Zalu and I sound different than we normally do as well. The tone of our voice is correct, but our pronunciation is different. If you knew how to read lips, you would realize our mouths don't match the words you hear," Jali explains, and my brain basically implodes with realization.

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.