Novel & Cerita Voice Acting Lines

I try my best to not make any sound but some how I managed to let a sniffle slip out. On hearing me sniffle Ang pauses in her words "Lin...Lin are you crying?" I remove the phone from myself and try to clear my voice as silently as I could... I'm pretty sure I sounded like the hunan version of a constipated whale when satisfied I bring the phone back to myself "I'm fine Why would you say that?" "Oh you did not just try the fix myself from a distance manuever with me. You are definitely not okay." "I am perfectly fine Ang."

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

The line was silent for so long I thought the connection was lost. “Hello?” I said. “What did you tell them?” the voice asked. I swallowed. “Nothing. I told them it was an accident. That is all.” The voice exhaled slowly. “Keep it that way. Do not slip. Do not talk. You know the promise.” “Yeah, I know,” I muttered. “But if they keep coming…” “Do not worry about them,” the voice cut me off. “Do your time. You will be out soon. You were paid for one role. That is all.”

how he will react? just between these talks a sweet melodious voice that can melt choco bars came from the side "Mommy" I'm back

A mellifluous, feminine voice that reminded me of Rachel Weisz drew my attention. I blinked as I realized it was Shikoba. Well, not her directly, but it came from the phone in her right hand while she pointed to the bathroom with her left. So that’s the programmed voice Jonathan used for her text-to-speech program. It’s much better quality than most would get from such an app. I’m glad he didn’t give her some generic computerized voice. You’d probably believe she was speaking if she’d moved her lips with the words. “I… I don’t need to use the restroom. Miss Fayte was teasing.” Rohan looked even redder as he finally stepped out of the elevator, or more so, was yanked out by Jonathan.

Xavier said, holding his head with his hands in frustration, while Antonio shivered in fear. "Sir, someone's calling you," Xavier's assistant said, handing him his phone. Xavier collected it and picked up the call. What he heard next made him freeze. "Hello, Mr. Xavier, or should I say Mr. X?" The person on the line probably used AI to alter his voice, because it sounded heavy. "Who the hell are you!?" Xavier said, his voice rising. The person on the line laughed, a loud, evil laugh.

Barnes sneered with contempt. Mr. Klein frowned. He clearly did not believe that and quickly said, “That’s impossible. I’ll try again.” The office fell silent again, and he felt apprehensive as he called her once more. This time, someone answered the call. Mr. Klein was delighted, and the others continued to stare at his phone. Since Michael was there, Mr. Klein put the phone on speaker, and no one made a sound. “Hello.” The person on the other end of the line was using an AI voice, and it took everyone by surprise. However, certain professionals did this, so they were all quite understanding.

To fuck up the lives of other Babylonian dancers. - What you want? – I was emphatic, unable to hide all the anger I felt. - Good night, Barbara. Or would it be... Good morning? The voice had a heavy accent. And it wasn't from the disqualified major. I looked at the viewer again, to make sure it really was his name written there. And was. I wrinkled my forehead: - Who is it? - Don't you recognize my voice? - I heard the muffled laugh on the other end of the line, between several voices, in a confused call, full of noise in the background.

Static sounds came through. I waited for the caller to speak first. The voice on the other end was distorted when it finally came through. It seemed like it was badly processed through some kind of voice changer that only made it flat and genderless. "You are not the only one who knows who he is. We'll take him from you." I made to speak. "You will no—" The line went dead.

I mean, I have to do that since it is impossible for me to call the number back. I place the phone against my ear with trembling hands, waiting for that deep, powerful voice to speak into my ears. "Hello, Mr. Lucas, are you there?" the deep voice speaks, and I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath and trying to calm myself down before replying. "Yes, I am. Good morning—night, sir. I'm sorry, I don't..." I suddenly lack my vocabulary, and I don't know the right words to say, and I observe as he chuckles at the other end.