Voice Acting Practice Lines Novels & Stories

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.

Are you certain? "Yes, route the call to my private line. And, Priya?" ​"Yes, Miss Vane?" "Get the timer ready, I'm giving him just one minute, that's all." I pressed the flashing button on my phone and picked up the receiver, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I just listened, and what I heard was unsettling - heavy, frantic breathing coming from the other end of the line, with no one saying a word. The sound was intense, and it sent a shiver down my spine as I stood there, waiting to see if anyone would speak up.

"Okay. So lay on your back for me." "Why?" "Just do it Rina and stop with the questions." "Okay." "Now do you remember the day we were watching the big debate?" "Yeah?" "Remember what I said to you before you went to sleep?" Her breath hitches proving she remembers. Great. "Yeah, and what's your point?" "I thought we should give it a little practice. Phone practice..." "Uhh no." "Oh. Do you prefer physical contact?" "No." "Then the phone it is." Suddenly I hear nothing. She ended the call. And we hadn't even started on anything. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait for her to come back.

The phone rang once, twice… Kate’s mouth drying with every ring until a chirpy voice broke through the line. “Hello?”

Stella said before she added, "I graduated many years ago. So I'm much older than all of you here." The lady smiled, and both of her canine teeth appeared. "I wouldn't know at all if you didn't tell me. You look so young. Should I address you as my senior?" "Just call me anything you like." Then, the lady said softly, "Have you tried voice acting before? I was thinking of going to the recording booth for an audition later. I've only done this online for fun, and I don't even know what a recording booth looks like. However, I wrote that I have a year of voice acting experience while registering. Do you think they would be able to tell?"

Joleene said as she dialed her phone franticly. After a few rings, someone answered and she feels relieved until someone speaks. “HELLO… try pressing the speaker will you.” a man’s voice said from the line. Joleene looks at her husband with wide eyes and she presses the speaker. “Yow boss, we have all three of their sons. Let me see… Cole Pilkins, Marlon Cavales, and Austin Cavales. Try saying, something boys.” I heard Henry’s fake voice said as I smile cunningly.

Knox's POV Practice was running clean. Good energy, tight lines, everyone hitting their marks. It was the kind of session I usually lived for — nothing in my head except the next drill, the next play, the next call I had to make. For forty minutes the ice was the only world that existed and I needed that more than I had realized when I laced up. Then my phone went off on the boards. I ignored it. Mid-drill was mid-drill. It went off again.

Three rings before she hear a high female voice on the other end, " Restaurant Bits, good dqy and how may I help you?" Daphne took a deep breath and close her eyes, " Hello, iam calling because of the advert I saw in the newspaper, it says you are looking for a waitress" "Oh, Iam sorry ma'am, the spot is already taken" "Oh, alright then, thanks for your help and have a nice day" "You too" She heard the beeping sound that indicates the line is disconnected, Daphne took a few breaths to get herself together, dailing the next number.

The line rang twice before a composed, steady voice answered. “Hello? This is the manager. What can I do for you?” “Hi,” I said smoothly, keeping my voice neutral. “I need you to pass the phone to Olivia’s father. Tell him this is very important,” I said firmly, not offering anything further. There was a pause. I could hear a low shuffle of movement, the sound of someone hesitating. Finally, he spoke again. “Hold on.” The line went quiet for a few seconds before a deeper, heavier voice came through, sharp but steady. “Who is this? I wasn’t expecting a call.”

I know the country code. I press answer and hold the device to my ear. I do not say a word. "Penelope," a voice rasps through the line. It is ragged. Raw. It sounds like a man who has been drinking petrol and breathing glass for forty-eight hours. Julian. "You have five seconds to speak before I block this line," I say.