Voice Acting Lines Novels & Stories

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

He was exploring his anger in another way. “You’re asking the wrong questions Mr. King,” the voice said and there was a bit of muffling in the other end and then a bit of heavy breathing. “Mummy-” Ava drained voice cried out and my hands clasped around my mouth as tears formed in my eyes. “Ava, Honey, can you hear me?” I asked all at once controlling the clogging in my throat. “Your mummy just wants to say hello darling, you dont have to worry okay?” The voice said but it was clear that it had been altered. Whoever was with Ava didnt want us to hear there original voice.

He stayed silent before the other line started ringing. Moments later, a deep and altered voice spoke. "Hello, Silvester," the voice uttered in a menacing tone. His eyebrows raised as he pressed record. "Who are you?" he asked and the voice laughed hysterically. "You already know who I am," the voice uttered before a glitchy sound was made. "How's the investigation of your wife's culprit?" the voice asked and he clenched his jaw before sitting down on his swivel chair. "No lead yet," he answered and the voice laughed.

It was Ricky. A sweet smile appeared on my face. Yet, I heard a robotic voice. “I am sorry. The number you dial is in the middle of a call. Please call again later.” After that, I switched to another language. “Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is busy now. Please redial later.” On the other side of the line, he said in a grievance, “Don’t you want to answer my call?” “I was just joking.” I cleared my throat and explained.

It kept beeping until I wasn’t comfortable with the distraction. “I accept the call,” I commanded under my breath. A robotic voice replied. “Voice unclear...do you have a cough sir? It's way deeper than recognized. Can I recommend....” I rolled my eyes and cut it off. “I accept the call!” Charlotte looked back, curious. The line connected. “Call connecting.” The robot replied, then our new nanny’s voice came through. Charlotte’s muffled cry vibrated against my palm as I quickly slapped my hand over her mouth, still driving into her with deep, relentless strokes.

I dial the number, simultaneously clicking on my emails. “Lorcan Adamson.” The voice that answers is so deep and gravelly, I drop my mouse in surprise. Surely that’s not a real voice. It sounds made up. “Hello?” he says again, and I stifle a giggle. This guy has a film-trailer voice. It’s that deep-down rumbly, subwoofer voice you hear as you’re scarfing down popcorn, waiting for your movie to begin. We thought the world was safe. We thought the universe was ours. Till THEY came.

"I already did what you asked. That was the deal. Nothing more. Nothing less." Jackson said. It was evident from his voice the utter fury, irritation, and worry all at the same time. "You already started this, Jackson." says the person from the other line. I studied his voice despite the short words but my wolf could barely recognize the man. His voice was all static and he sounded like an AI robot. Perhaps he intentionally changed the tone and pitch of his voice to make sure Jackson could not recognize him.

“That’s too obvious.” Alessandro speaks softly. “Use something that sounds personal. Something that sounds like you have insight he does not.” My mind spins until I hear myself say, “It must be difficult being you right now.” Matteo smiles slowly. “Perfect. That line alone is enough to make him spiral.” I record it again. “Mr Vanilli. I see you clearly now. And I am no longer standing alone. It must be difficult being you right now.” When I stop the recording this time, both men nod.

“And the quality of the robot.” Pascha laughed. “Got it.” Max went back to his cereal. “Oh, and if possible... the Megatron should talk. But not with a Russian voice. It has to sound like the movie!” I got up and walked to the sink, turning the faucet on just enough to cover the sound of my own laughter. Pascha must’ve picked up on it. “Bee,” he called from the phone, “you still there?” I walked back to the table, grabbed Max’s phone, and looked at the screen with one raised eyebrow. “What?”

Again, the voice on the line was Sophie's. "Mr. Jim," the message began in a fearful whisper. Do not react to this message. Just listen calmly. You are in danger right now. Follow my direction very closely.