Voice Acting Scripts Female Novels & Stories

the caller said. “Call him in,” the animated voice responded. “112, are you there?” The caller said. “Right here, Sir,” Blair responded from a short distance, thickening her voice a little. The dead men had a thin, feminine voice and Blair only needed a little adjusting to play the role. I was awed by what good voice actor she was, although I couldn't wrap my head around what trouble this could get us into, especially if she doesn't sell the role to the boss.

He just wanted to enjoy that beautiful moment. But suddenly she parted her lips and said," Mishu darling, I love you. Why are you mad at me?! Look at your face, in just two days without my touch, they became hard. Let me massage you, they will be like before smooth soft juicy. Umm mmmm!!!!!!" Vihaan was still in his dream and talking with doubt and pity, " Why she has a voice like a man. And this voice I heard frequently; no no daily. I never assume that with her gorgeous look God gifted her this terrible voice."

“You know what I’m thinking.” Sally rolled her eyes at him and stood to wash the dishes in the sink. Elijah smiled as he stood beside her and passed her the dishes one by one. “Ol’ Joe found the voice actress today. Her name’s Morgan. She was the one who did the recording two years ago.” “She’s pretty famous in the voice acting community in Gunter City. I think she’s taken professional classes. She can imitate any person’s voice as long as you pay her enough money, and it’ll sound even better than a computer-generated voice.

A mellifluous, feminine voice that reminded me of Rachel Weisz drew my attention. I blinked as I realized it was Shikoba. Well, not her directly, but it came from the phone in her right hand while she pointed to the bathroom with her left. So that’s the programmed voice Jonathan used for her text-to-speech program. It’s much better quality than most would get from such an app. I’m glad he didn’t give her some generic computerized voice. You’d probably believe she was speaking if she’d moved her lips with the words. “I… I don’t need to use the restroom. Miss Fayte was teasing.” Rohan looked even redder as he finally stepped out of the elevator, or more so, was yanked out by Jonathan.

"The way you stand. The way you speak." ​Vesh paused. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. ​"We all remind someone of something, Alpha," Vesh said softly. The modulator glitched for a second, and the voice sounded… human. Female? ​No. Impossible. ​"Get some sleep," Vesh said, the deep rasp returning. "You look like hell." ​He walked out. ​I stood there, staring at the empty doorway. My heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

in various voices: Nasal, Gruff, Monotonous, Cheerful, Grating, Guttural, Shrill, Hoarse, Sweet, Husky, Modulated, Booming, Small, Quavering, Wheezy… There were also paid options like Morgan Freeman, Obama, Batman (Christian Bale), Harry Potter, Cookie Monster, Tom Holland… Kate picked Husky, as she thought all girls would, and the screen returned to Ecto’s minimalist bedroom. “Oh wow! I can speak.” The CGI image of Ecto still didn’t move its mouth and his words still typed themselves in a chat balloon, but now they were accompanied with the husky voice Kate had picked. It drifted from the phone speaker. “Awesome…” Kate uttered under her breath. More amazingly, her word also materialized in

The voice sounds familiar but I don't know who it belongs to or Where I have heard it from . After a few minutes of silence, the ground starts to shake as I can hear loud growling and stomping .my heart plummets out of my chest and I start to feel nervous and giddy . The stomping gets louder as the footsteps approach the door . "Where's mate?!"the deep voice growls. "Alpha Black ,you can't enter the ....."the female voice pleads which I assume belongs to the nurse that was with me. "Get out of my way right now !"he cuts her off .

The language was old, yet familiar. I stepped forward. My bare feet touched the cold marble, yet I felt no chill. My voice trembled as I called out, “Who are you?” The woman did not turn. She lifted her arms toward the moonlight streaming through the open ceiling, her voice growing louder, reverent, and full of devotion. “Blessed goddess of the moon, light of all wolves, forgive me for my weakness. Forgive me for loving him.” The sound of that voice sent a shock through me. It was my voice. Not just similar, exactly mine.

Still recording. And suddenly— A distorted voice echoed from the speaker. Soft. Calm. Terrifying. “Interesting,” the voice murmured. Veronica gasped quietly. Joy stepped backward instinctively. Christiana’s grip tightened around the phone. “Who are you?” she demanded. A low chuckle came through the speaker. “You’re asking the wrong question.” The voice sounded altered electronically, impossible to identify. Male? Female? They couldn’t tell. “The right question,” the voice continued slowly,

“I didn’t want to call Jenna again. She’ll do the script voice. She’ll tell me it’s stress. Everything is stress.” “I’m glad you called me,” I say, and it’s true enough to cut. In the dimness, I can barely see my own hand gripping the phone. The cot creaks softly when I shift, the sound too intimate, too domestic. Livia lies beside me, still as a held breath, her eyes on the ceiling like she’s trying to leave her body without moving. I force myself to focus on Leah’s voice—on the cadence I know, the slight wobble she gets when she’s trying not to cry.