Voice Acting Lines Novels & Stories

Linn’s voice beeped from across the call. “I need you to do something for me ASAP,” he said, his smile broadening. “Yes, sir!”

"Quick, we have ten minutes till he wakes up. Alter the appearance, and make me look like him." She cast her magic spells and Vic was now what we could call the bar attendant, Hank Lorraine. But, there was a disadvantage, Vic can't speak the way Hank does. Hank had a deep Masculine voice, but Vic's voice is gentle and a little bit, soft Voice. Not too deep, not too soft. "What do you mean by attacking you the other time. Do you really think I will attack you?" Melody asked. "Maybe!!" Vic answered. "Seriously." she replied.

I know the country code. I press answer and hold the device to my ear. I do not say a word. "Penelope," a voice rasps through the line. It is ragged. Raw. It sounds like a man who has been drinking petrol and breathing glass for forty-eight hours. Julian. "You have five seconds to speak before I block this line," I say.

They took the page down to the stage direction that made her ears go hot: Lina on her knees, the man’s hand in her hair, the wet sound the audio drama would foley later if they were cowards. “We don’t need the foley if the breath is right,” Kit said, engineer-calm. “Again from her line. Closer to the capsule. If you pop it, I’ll fix it. I won’t fix a lie.” Eden’s laugh came out unsteady. “You always this intense about vowels?” “Only when they’re honest.” She read. He answered. The booth got smaller. On the third take her voice cracked on *please* the way it had yesterday, except yesterday there hadn’t been a man two feet away making the other half of the scene sound like he wasn’t acting.

His words are interrupted when the man on the other line speaks, and his voice is a little bit familiar to his ears. "Simple, I want you to strip off."

Mysterious. At this moment, he should speak with his own voice rather than Mr. Mysterious’. However, his voice sounded hoarse because he had just smoked in the bar. In a fluster, Cristofer immediately covered the mouthpiece. Then he cleared his throat and adjusted his voice to make it sound clearer and loud. After that, he took a deep breath and uncovered the mouthpiece. Before he could say anything, Estelle’s voice came from the other end of the line again. “Who are you on earth? Why don’t you speak?”

his cold voice asked from the other side of the line and I gulped down nothing. “I... I’ve gotten it but there is a slight problem.”I stuttered holding my hair tightly, the line was silent for a while before he spoke up. “What problem?” he asked. “There..... is...... no.......... some..one.”I stuttered, I couldn’t form a single word correctly. “Shut the fuck up Michael, you better get the fucking job done before the end of today or else, ya know what’s gonna happen to ya son huh?” he said calmly. I know he was snickering at the other side and I gulped nothing down again.

The heavy silence on the side of the line stretched out for three long agonizing seconds. Then a low, smooth and chillingly familiar laugh echoed through the speaker. The voice was deep, older and dripping with a aristocratic arrogance. It made the hairs on my arms stand up. "Hello, Victor " Michael Vale said softly. His tone was completely calm. It was as if he were just calling to discuss a business contract, over lunch. "It’s been a long time since we spoke. I must say, you've made quite a mess of the family stock value this weekend."

“Oh, I’m sure. Dante’s right here with me. Breathing, for now.” A low exhale came through the line. Then Powell’s voice joined, deeper, quieter, the kind that made rooms still. “Put him on speaker.” Victor tapped the screen, setting the phone on the table in front of me. “Mr. President,” he said mockingly, “you’re live.” Powell’s voice filled the room. “Dante.” I raised my head, meeting the empty space as if he were there. “You sound older,” I said. “Guilt will do that.”

Full of chaos and havoc. Ughh! Things never get better when she is in the picture. “Hello? Can you hear me, sir?” I hear Gregory`s voice on the other end of the line. “Ummm… yes of course.” I clear my rusty voice before hanging up.