Lines To Practice Voice Acting Novels & Stories

“Why does that sound like we’re being drafted for war?” Luke yawned, already pulling on his shoes. “Because it probably is. Academic war.” Richard stretched and added with a grin, “No pressure—just the whole world watching us.” After a quick shower, a little bite and rushed brushing of hair, they were pulled into one last round of practice. The coach and a couple of teachers gave them fast tips and drills. “Speak loud, stay calm, and don’t let your face show fear,” the coach said, pacing. “Great,” Luke mumbled. “So basically—act like robots.”

“You’ll be teaching us how to use them better by year’s end, I’m sure.” Meanwhile, in the upper floors of the Literary and Audio Sciences wing, Roland sat in a deep voice booth, his hands nervously adjusting the headphones while a university technician calibrated the crystal mic. “You’ll record the sample pitch for your next series here,” said Instructor Luma, an aging drama voice actress who now trained the next generation. “Then we’ll work on theme scaling, tonal engineering, and environmental audio layering.” “Do you think children would like a story where the hero… fails a few times before succeeding?” Roland asked hesitantly.

Of course. "I, uh..." I clear my throat. "I should tell you, I'm not very good at this." Sofia giggles. "It's easy! You just read the words and do the voices." "The voices?" "Yeah! Like this—" She takes the book back and opens to a random page, reading in an exaggerated growl, "'I am the big scary wolf!'" Then she switches to a tiny, squeaky voice, "'Oh no, please don't eat me, Mr. Wolf!'"

"Sir?" "Since you can say little words, how about you start getting used to it?" I suggested. "Not that you always have to do it... I know it can be stressful, but surely you can try. You trained for almost a month now so it should be different for you." "Yes." She nodded. I saw how she winced slightly after speaking and she almost rubbed her throat but maybe she decided against it, leaving it for a more private time. "Or you can continue with your gestures until your voice is strong enough. Maybe I can also hire some people that would help you to use your voice better."

Mine. I changed into something comfortable and began practicing, using the small space as my stage, running the scenes over and over until they stopped feeling like lines and started feeling like truth. "Sorry… I didn't mean to…" I muttered under my breath, acting out spilling a drink, my hands trembling with the right kind of tension. Again. And again. Until it felt lived-in. Until I felt it in my chest. My phone rang. I paused and glanced at the screen. My sister's name. My smile faded. I considered letting it go but something made me answer anyway. "Hello…"

“Voice drills.” Victor moved to the stool, adopting the posture of a man who belongs everywhere because money taught him how. He pitched his voice into that false-pleasant register we’d heard in Lena’s recounting—Merritt’s tone, but generic enough to be safe for rehearsal. “Thank you for being so punctual,” he said. Lena flinched. “Yellow,” she whispered. We stopped, all of us, and breathed. Elise lifted a hand, inhaled with her, exhaled to a count of six, did it again. The flinch smoothed into something that could be lived through.

“I don’t think I can sound like you or Leo.” “You’re not meant to,” Cassian said simply. “You’ll sound like you. That’s enough.” Her chest tightened again at his quiet assurance. For the next hour, he walked her through subtle lessons—how to keep eye contact without flinching, how to place her hands so they didn’t fidget, how to breathe before answering a difficult question. They practiced until her shoulders ached, until her throat felt dry from repeating phrases, but with each attempt, she saw his approving nods. Small, but enough to push her forward.

I could fake moan on cue, breathe heavy at the right moments, describe exactly how I’d ride someone’s cock without ever feeling more than mild boredom. It honestly wasn’t a bad job. Some of the guys just wanted someone to talk to; some of them had very specific fantasies they wanted me to act out. It didn’t take long before his phone started ringing, I mocked it to my wireless air bud. I cleared my throat, which wasn’t even needed. The system has installed a voice changer in our phone, not only does it change our voice but makes the customer live deeper to avoid recognition outside work. I dropped into the chair, plugged in the earbuds, logged into James’s extension. The phone rang precisely

"Sorry, sand in my eye?" "Sand, my ass." Jaymeson grumbled. "Lips meet, do a little sliding action, tongue stays inside the mouth at all times, toss in a few groans, possibly a breathy moan." He pointed to Pris. "That's on you, love..." He rubbed his hands together. "... and things should be great. Think you can handle that, Linc?" "Yeah." Beads of nervous sweat broke out all over my skin and threatened to freeze there as the cold wind struck me. Just wonderful. On my first day I'd managed to physically assault my co-star. "No problem."