Voice Acting Practice Lines Novels & Stories

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?”

He hit call. The line rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. Her calm, professional voice filled his ear: “You’ve reached Senator Isla Hart. Please leave a message after the tone.” He did not. In fact, he couldn’t. He just sat there, the silence roaring louder than any reprimand.

The kitchen drowned in silence after I heard the beeping of the voicemail as it stopped. The temperature felt like it dropped twenty degrees. "There are fifteen more," Lincoln said to me. "And that's a tame one," Bates said, lifting his eyebrows. I felt my heart beating violently against my rib cage as I sat down in a chair, feeling like my legs would give out any second. I gulped as I looked up at Lincoln. "He called you?" I asked. He shrugged. "Kind of. We use a switchboard for everyone in the pack. We have our own area code so whenever a call comes in for someone in that area code, an operator filters the call and records it. I set your phone up on this system whenever I connected you to

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I pressed the green talk button and sighed, assuming it was one of the media companies. “Hello? Look, I’m sorry. I’m not saying anything regarding this matter. You guys can print and believe what you want.” “It’s Damian Vance.” The voice over the line was deep and instantly recognizable. I stood up straighter, my knuckles gripping the plastic casing of the phone tightly. “Why are you calling my private line? After everything you just did in that ballroom?” His voice. “I don’t even know how you got my number!” A soft chuckle came through the speaker. “Getting your phone number was the easiest thing for a man like me in this country.”

The untouched plate beside him had already gone cold, and disposable coffee cups were stacked beside his chair like trophies of a battle nobody was winning. "Nothing yet, sir," he sighed, rubbing beneath his eye with the knuckle of his thumb before glancing toward Davies, who looked practically fused to his monitors. "You?" Davies opened his mouth, probably ready to snap at him for interrupting... Then suddenly, one of the unlisted satellite phones lit up on the table. An unknown caller. Every conversation inside the house died. "We've got an active line, folks!" Davies barked, instantly silencing the room as his fingers flew across the keyboard. "Signal just came through. Looks like he's ro