Voice Acting Practice Lines Novels & Stories

Then I dialed. They picked up immediately. We spoke for eleven minutes. By the end, they said they understood. The line went dead. Set the phone beside the list. Sat there. The shoulder. The ribs. I adjusted and kept moving. Two left. I made the sixth call. Voicemail again. This time I left one sentence. Specific enough that they would know exactly what was on the other side of it when they listened. The seventh call answered on the first ring.

Then a crumpled napkin. He almost gave up. And then— Cardstock. He pulled it out slowly. A little wrinkled. A little bent. But there. Derek King – Alpha, Silverclaw Pack Emergency Line: (555) 728-9972 Aiden stared at the numbers. He could do this. He had to do this. He wiped his palm on his jeans, stood on shaky legs, and picked up the receiver. He dialed the numbers one by one, mouthing them softly as he pressed each button.

And I prayed so hard that he was not responsible for mother’s death otherwise all hell will break loose. I reached my room and decided to practice Daniella. It wasn’t as good as when Hector gave me that boost of confidence. It just was not coming in naturally. I couldn’t depend on Hector all the time. Who knows if these kind of things drain him. I just had to try my best. While practicing my phone buzzed. Speak of the devil. “Hi.” The smile that exploded on me was hard to suppress. I was just glad this was not a video call. “Hey, how are you doing?” Even on the phone he sounded sexy with that deep voice.

Thus, Gerald put his car keys away before he turned around and left the car park. After walking a few steps, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a phone call from a strange unknown number. Gerald answered the call immediately. “Gerald, right? I forgot to inform you this morning that you will have to come to the North Playground at one o’clock in the afternoon to practice Subject Two!” A female’s voice sounded faintly over the other end of the line. As soon as she was done speaking, she hung up the phone immediately. He would have to acquire Subject One the next day, so it was no wonder why he would have to practice Subject Two today.

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

She grabbed her new phone and turned on the audio recorder. After she dialed the unregistered number, the other line started ringing. Two rings. Three rings. Four. Five. "Ciao, Via. Come sta?" Darn it. It was actually him. The deep voice and familiar accent were enough proof. Veronica cleared her throat and budged in her seat. The call was on speaker mode now. Every single word he would say would be recorded without his knowledge. Payback. "Hi. Did you expect me to call?"

Octavia replied as she cut the call. "Wow! That was Huge." She smiled. She went online quickly and clicked the link her manager had sent. It was an Audio Online Interview. "Hello, This is Octavia Stiles...." talking. She said, professionally. "Good afternoon Miss Stiles!" The voice she heard was more far than Heavenly. T. B. C

This time, it was a call. The screen lit up with the words Customer Service Line - Lumina Industries. I quickly answered, trying to sound as calm and professional as possible. "Hello, good afternoon." "Good afternoon, Miss Aurelia. This is George from Lumina Industries," came the voice on the other end, polite and composed.

I click on it and accept the job. Not having a phone or internet I use the libraries wifi to recieve the call at the dummy number I gave to the job. What I don't expect is the voice on the other end. His voice is deep and dreamy. I can't get over how much I want to jump his voice. As soon as I get over the urge to jump his voice, I clear my throat and start to talk, answering him. "I would love to accept the job." I can hear a chuckle in the background, just like his but maybe it's just an echo. "You don't even know us. Would you like to at least interview first?"

No one answered. Teresa gritted her teeth and tried again. Just as she was starting to think Silas had blocked her phone number, too, and was about to give up, she suddenly heard the faint click of the line connecting on the other end. The call went through, and her breath hitched sharply. She instinctively tightened her grip on the phone. The speeches she'd rehearsed in her head the whole night got stuck in her throat at once. Silence settled over both ends of the line, thick enough to choke on.