Voice Acting Practice Lines Novels & Stories

The phone was picked up almost immediately. However, there was nothing but only silence from the other side of the line. Vivian was so nervous that her voice sounded high and strident. Her throat felt raw as the word slowly wrung out of her, “Hello?” “Viv!” Liam’s anxious voice cut through the line into her ear.

"You'll make a call and say what's on that script. Do not speak until we tell you to. Understood?" The actor nodded. Jackson Whyte's phone was dropped on the table. They dialed a number and placed the call on speaker. After a little while, the line connected. An angry man's voice bawled on the other end. "Sonofabitch! The fuck have you been?!"

“We are here too. We won’t let him do anything he shouldn’t.” My finger trembles. Ted’s words give me the last bit of confidence I need. I accept the call and put it on speakerphone. Just as I open my mouth, I remember to make my voice sound deep. Without hesitation and with a deep voice, I grunt, “What do you want?”

Are you available? - Sorry, but I can't make it today. I already have an appointment. - Well, in that case, we'll call you back. Leo hangs up the phone and looks at his brother. - It seems that he doesn't have that much availability to be your PA. Christopher sighs, and Leo dials the other candidate's number. - hallo? Am I talking to Miss Saphira Green? - Yes, you are. Who's speaking? - a sweet voice with a light Texas pronunciation, says at the other end of the line.

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

However, upon seeing the name of the incoming caller, her anxiety subsides. Answering the call with a soft, "Hello," Audrey is greeted by a cheerful voice on the other end of the line. It's Natalie, who reminds her about their planned studio meetup. Audrey listens silently, rolling her eyes at the reminder. She starts to express her doubt about being able to attend when Natalie interjects, informing her, “But I am already on my way to Frankinson and Co.,” the assumed location of Audrey's office.

The line that was hardcoded into my personal device, the line that had never failed to connect. My thumb pressed call. I shoved the phone against my ear, my heart hammering against my ribs so violently I could hear the blood roaring in my head. Pick up. Please, Mel. Please just listen to me. Don't leave me in this dark. One ring. Two rings. The line didn't go to voicemail. It didn't bounce to an automated assistant. Instead, a sharp, metallic tone pierced the receiver, followed by the flat, automated voice of a Swiss telecommunications system:

Her brow furrowed. The voice sounded oddly familiar. “Uhm…” She cleared her throat nervously. “I-I am calling to apply for the job,” she stammered, every word feeling heavy on her tongue. Please let this be the right choice, Liana, she thought, her heart racing. “Oh, did you already read the details?” the voice asked brightly. “Yes… yes, I did.” “Great. So, how many sessions do you want? I am sure you already know how much one session costs, right?” the man on the line asked.

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.

"Who's on the line?" "Nathanial clutched the phone tightly in his hands, but the other party did not speak." The brief silence only caused Nathaniel to feel even stressed. "Hello, Mango, is that you? Hello?" Nathaniel's tone was urgent as he spoke, but a cold machine-generated voice came from the other side of the receiver. Come alone to dock number three.""" "After that, the other party hung up the phone." "There was no way that anyone could recognize the voice of the caller as the voice was synthesized by a computer program. Furthermore, the call was too short for Nathaniel to track its location."