Nami Voice Actor English Novels & Stories

I leaned forward, one finger brushing the cold glass of the monitor. "You belong to me, Nami," I whispered, voice rough with menace. "No one else." The screen flickered slightly as the wind rattled against the windows.

Amber chuckled and was surprised when heard the voices of both other kids. “Abb Mamaaa ma a” the kid started to talk ofcourse in his language. “His name is Damien! He is …” Faith was saying when Edwin cut her off. She was just like Nandini smiling always. “He is very naughty Mumma loves him a lot.” “You make me remind someone but please my boss became grumpy…rest for sometime.” AMber heard a more raised voice of Falcone and was scared if Falcone was any one of the doctors while treating Nandini. He was out of control.

I smile and reply in japanese, "Call someone then. I am here with my card, of course, but you would believe I stole it, and do not look so surprised. Call Nanami, he's the head guard here, isn't he? Tell him 005 is here." As always, he doesn't quite understand or believe why someone in a tweed jacket and wool pants would be interested or perhaps, rich enough to be here. Not that I couldn't have worn something more suitable, but their faces. God, their faces are just perfect. "Hey, there's a weirdo here." He's speaking on his intercom and in russian, having absolutely no idea I learnt that language as well, "Using some crazy ass James Bond name. 005? You know him? Oh, alright."

the girl said, and she stepped back enough for me to see her. She was a similar size to me, but more petite, a little less muscular. Her skin tone was dark, the same as Mustapha’s, and she had braided hair, which she wore pulled up on her head into a high ponytail. Her face was sweet: she looked young and excited, with wide brown eyes and a big smile. “Hi,” I grinned; her joy was infectious. “It’s nice to meet you.” “And you! Sammy has been waiting to find you, like, forever. Moping around the pack house, giving these big doe eyes at us all the time. Oh! I’m Nami, by the way,” she added, with a loud and abrupt laugh.

Whenever people see me it's as if they've been either splashed in the face with water but He stared at me blankly, eventually looking to his sister. "This is my classmate, Ama... ah, which one should I use?" "Amamiya... if it's easier." "Amamiya-san." Katsumi explained. "... Hello." He dipped his head, and I did the same. Jesus, why does his voice sound so nice and polite like a typical kuudere character? He was so polite it was hard to feel seriously peeved on behalf of Katsumi. What the hell is wrong with me seriously? I can't help being a sucker for voices.

Luna (voice cracking): “You tell every single one of those idiots that the Calder pack door is open 24/7. You need backup, a safe house, or someone to bite a god for you— you call. We’ll bring teeth and casseroles.” Remy’s eyes are wet. Remy: “Yes, ma’am.” Last call: Seras. She dials the Nakamura house. Master Nakamura answers (Seras’s dad, ex-oni hunter, current weepy dad). Mr. Nakamura (already crying): “Seras-chan?” Seras (soft): “Hey, Dad. Put Haru on.” A shuffle, then a sleepy ten-year-old voice.

“Need I help you?” “I believe that you should know who I am. Considering that there has been ongoing commotion about you and I always did come with my alpha.” He said, and I frowned. “Nikolai. Alpha Giovanni’s…” “Beta.” I said, stopping him. I clenched my fists and he studied my expression. He gave me a faint smile. “I see my reputation precedes me. But I aim you no harm.” I didn’t answer. He stepped farther in, gaze sweeping over me like he was assessing a puzzle piece.

As much as he wanted to believe that it was all just happening inside his head and him hearing Monami talking to him was just part of his imagination, he knew that it was not. Especially so since the voice inside his head sounded reasonable whenever it was claiming that she was a real deal. As such, Niccoli finally decided to talk at the voice claiming to be Luna This was actually his first time talking to the voice directly ever since he started hearing it inside his head. "MEOW" [Well, I know for certain that you got a birthmark on your butt cheeks and a dimple on top of that!!!] Said Monami without any bit of a shame when she mentioned her master's most coverted secret.

The tall, dark, rich and handsome type might as well be a neon-colored assassin in our limited timeframe. Out of the blue, like an answer from heaven or wherever else answers come from, I see the perfect tool on the Lachesis screens: Manchester Imagay, Filipino barista, dishwasher and loser. By some freakish stroke of luck, he’s presently the closest man to Rina. The icing on the cake is, English isn’t really Manchester Imagay’s strong suit so this fits our plans like a glove. Septimus would be a local speaking in broken English instead of a suave globetrotter.

Uncle Arthur stutters as he greets Nyaminyami. "Greetings great warrior. Greetings young friend." Nyaminyami's ethereal voice always sends a chill in my bones. Even though I know he is a friend, I find it hard to deal with this innate fear towards him. "I have come to reveal the truth to you both so that you are better equipped to assist the remnant of the Protectors. Your mate, young leader."