Voice Acting Lines Novels & Stories

Not a bored, automated one. This voice was… fuck. It was the auditory equivalent of expensive whiskey and sex appeal. It was low, velvety, and so fucking confident. “You’ve reached V. Tell me what you need tonight.” I froze. My mouth went dry. All the witty, sarcastic comebacks I’d prepared evaporated. All that came out was a shaky, “Uh. Hi.” A soft, knowing chuckle. It vibrated right through the phone and down my spine, settling low in my belly.

I spoke almost in a whisper, my voice somewhere in between shaky and firm. The line crackled with static and for a moment, there was nothing but silence on the other end. Then, a voice, low and creepy, filled the silence, sending chills through me. "Sapphire Samantha Smith," it whispered, a twisted mockery of my own name. "Welcome."

I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. There was a brief pause, and then a robotic, pitchy voice came through the line, sending a chill down my spine. "Leave Joaquin or else Haven will get hurt." I bolted upright, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who is this?" I demanded, my voice shaking. "Why are you threatening me?" The voice on the other end let out a distorted laugh that sounded eerie and unnatural. "That's none of your business. Leave his house tomorrow and resign from your job, or you'll get what you deserve." The call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at my phone in disbelief.

Victoria had listened to the recording seventeen times in the past two hours, memorizing every word and trying every possible best to identify the voice as every word kept playing repeatedly in her head. Victoria's heart missed a beat each time she heard that last line "We need a voice analyst," King said. He'd been making calls for the past hour. "Someone who can identify the voice." "I know who it is," Uche said quietly from the door entrance . Everyone turned to look at him. "You know?" Victoria screamed. "How?"

With my head bent like a dying flower, I stood up to leave, when I heard his voice. “Leaving already?” I looked up and a big smile spread on my lips. “Hi, Vok,” I said to him,m, smiling like an idiot. He had asked me to call him sir or put all those formalities. “Hi Lilith” he replied in a deep voice. It was called a baritone. I played his voice in my head repeatedly, and I didn’t know when he called out to me.

the caller said. “Call him in,” the animated voice responded. “112, are you there?” The caller said. “Right here, Sir,” Blair responded from a short distance, thickening her voice a little. The dead men had a thin, feminine voice and Blair only needed a little adjusting to play the role. I was awed by what good voice actor she was, although I couldn't wrap my head around what trouble this could get us into, especially if she doesn't sell the role to the boss.

The voice that just spoke is not Serin's because obviously it is a guy's voice. But hearing a different person instead of Serin on the other line doesn't dishearten Jeremy because he knows that voice. It's familiar. "Good afternoon. May I speak with your boss?" Jeremy tried his best to hide his shaky voice. "I'm sorry but may I know who this is first? We can't just transfer this call to our boss unless we confirm who is calling on the other line. I am very sorry, sir. But I'm only following an order."

I heard a deep voice say as soon as the line connected. “This is Demitra Pierce speaking,” I said as I slowly got off the floor. “Miss Demitra Pierce,” the person on the other line said, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”