Voice Acting Lines Novels & Stories

The voice from the mini recorder played on, repeating the same line with shattering clarity. Every word uttered in Lucas’s signature heavy tone seeped into her like snake venom, paralyzing every nerve in Aria’s body. The recording extinguished every bit of warmth that had managed to creep into the deepest corners of her heart.

The coordinator is currently calling the lead asset's line. Patch the audio signal directly through to the device's external speaker, Vivienne's clear, majestic voice commanded over the secure digital link. Let her hear the result of her investment. Executing patch now, the operative said, pressing a command sequence on the smartphone before dropping it onto the ground directly in front of Mick and Sly's bleeding faces. The call connected automatically, and Cynthia's sharp, impatient voice blared loudly through the speaker.

So I did. “Hello?? “ I spoke up, my voice hoarse as I felt my throat getting dry. “ ALRigHt. Go !! “ I heard a female voice from the other side of the line, but it wasn't her. My brows furrowed and silently waited to hear more to get any clue. “ Do YOu fiND Chris HoT?? “ The voice came and I gaped at the phone recognising it. Motherfucker!! What on earth is even happening there??

“Talk to me.” “Patience, Don Julio,” the same voice from before drawled, a disturbing hint of amusement lacing the words. “Your instructions are coming. Be ready.” And then, just like before, the line went dead, leaving me with nothing but the buzzing silence of the connection being severed.

I was momentarily startled and held a breath. “You're a doctor…you're a doctor…” I chanted in a low voice, reminding myself that this wasn't just about my silly desires. “Ahem! Hello?” “Jessica,” Came that deep rumble from the other line, it was so fucking sexy and I blanked out for a few seconds. “I…yes, it's me,” I quickly recovered, mentally facepalming when I heard the sound of my squeaky voice. I heard his sharp intake of breath on the other line as my lips parted.

When out of nowhere came the voice on the line, with a gentle tone which contrasted starkly with the turmoil in me. "This is Mr. Arrow," she said, soft and melodious, with just a hint of professional touch. It was like warm summer breezes, soothing and calming but not alleviating the tightness that surrounded my heart. Shivers coursed through my spine, and I replied in a voice barely above whispering.

When I hung up I looked at the notification. Damien Voss. Voicemail. 7:12 PM. I sat for a moment. Then I pressed play. His voice was quiet. Not the press conference voice, not the Thursday at Two voice, not any of the performed versions I had catalogued over six years of marriage and five months of dismantling. Just his voice, stripped of its usual architecture, in the specific register of someone speaking into a recording without an audience to perform for.

The line was put on hold as the voice withdrew. I held my breath, hoping to hear some reassuring words from Emily. But just as the call was reconnected, I hesitated. A sudden wave of overwhelming emotions washed over me, leaving me paralyzed in uncertainty. Before I could gather the courage to speak, I heard Lin's voice on the other end, his concerned tone breaking through the silence. But I couldn't bear to hear his words, not in that moment. The anger and confusion swirling within me made it impossible to face him just yet.

He adds. That shuts me up immediately. He smirks. “That’s what I thought.” His phone starts ringing and he nods at me. “It’s the boss.” He says. My breath hitched in anticipation. He answers the call immediately. “She is here.” He says into the phone. I hold my breath as we wait for the person over the phone to speak. “Aria Winslow.” The voice finally says. I try not to show my disappointment. The voice has been tampered with. You can’t tell if it’s a woman or a man speaking because the voice sounds like something that came out of an animation.

The interplay between her and Vasky was like a comedic script, each word delivered with a precision that bordered on performance art. On the other end of the line, Kevin's voice carried a warmth that mirrored his character. "My pleasure, Vasky," he responded, his tone sincere, "though I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m always happy to help, especially after what you have done.” ‌