Voice Acting Practice Lines Novels & Stories

When I hung up I looked at the notification. Damien Voss. Voicemail. 7:12 PM. I sat for a moment. Then I pressed play. His voice was quiet. Not the press conference voice, not the Thursday at Two voice, not any of the performed versions I had catalogued over six years of marriage and five months of dismantling. Just his voice, stripped of its usual architecture, in the specific register of someone speaking into a recording without an audience to perform for.

who haven't sent a deposit, until one specific window catches my eye. [Sea God - Philo]: Say 'Hello' in your Sweetheart Voice. [System: Payment Received] God, I love a man who understands that my time is money. I clear my throat, shifting my voice to sugary-sweet tone, record the clip, and hit send. Usually, this whale sinks back into the depths after one or two clips, but today, he seems restless. [Sea God - Philo]: How many credits does it cost to keep you on the line?

"You have thirty minutes." The line went dead.

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.”

Maybe it’s my parents calling from a work line, i decided to just answer in-case there was an emergency. “Hello.” I spoke with a soft voice. “Hey, how are you?” A deep and husky voice spoke back through the phone. “All good, may i ask who’s speaking?” “You called ‘Pane Perfect Solutions for your windows to be replaced’ i’m just returning the call, to let you know that I’ll arrive at your house in a few minutes.” He shot back nonchalantly. “Oh yes, I am at the hou…

I cursed under my breath and dialed again. It rang. Then.. A click. “Hello?” A gruff voice filled my ear. Got you. “Good day, sir. Am I speaking with Mr. Martinez?” I asked, disguising my voice and lowering it into a deeper register to mimic a man’s. There was no room for mistakes. Silence. “Uhh… and who’s asking?” Martinez’s voice held suspicion, laced with irritation. Perfect. I needed him to stay on the line just long enough.

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

Michael's voice rang through the line. "Let's talk."