Voice Acting Scripts Female Novels & Stories

It was a loop of their own voices from a podcast episode recorded three months ago. “If you aren't providing a lifestyle, you’re just a hobby,” Sophie’s recorded voice echoed, distorted and pitched down until it sounded like a demonic growl. “Move on, sis. High-value men don't let things like 'accidents' happen.” "Turn it off!" Sienna screamed, clawing at the monitor’s power cable.

Without delay, she transferred the money to the one she called earlier. The next day, Viona went to JJ’s Properties and worked as usual, but at 10.25 a.m., she called Emily. Since Emily didn’t know Viona’s number, she ignored it at first. So Viona called Emily again. “Pick it up, silly girl!” she groaned. Since the caller was determined, finally Emily picked up the call. “Hello?” Viona grinned and played the voice recording she had already prepared, and soon, Emily could hear moans, groans, and kissing sounds.

The third voice sounded deep but was still feminine. I was at first filled with fear as she told me she is the Moon Goddess. However, my fear abated when she told me that she was not there to harm me. "I ceased your voice so that you will not scream and made you unable to move because I want you to listen to me carefully. After I have finished speaking with you, I will give you back your voice and restore your ability to move," she said.

The tears finally rolled down her cheeks. Crying yet stubborn, she reached for my belt. "I'll examine you—free of charge, no appointment needed—so you, Mr. Righteous, can see exactly what this poor woman could possibly do to men like you!" Her warmth and fragrance enveloped me, her soft sobbing in my ear. Any real man would have struggled to resist this.

It sounded like a recorded telephone conversation. Someone answered the call after two rings and said "Hello" in a male voice. And a woman's voice that sounded exactly like Mandira's voice responded from the other side. As I deflected my gaze to Mandira, she appeared thunderstruck. Everyone scanned at Mandira as well. They seemed as bemused as me. "How worthless are you people? Even if the girl was drugged and alone, you couldn't kidnap her? Is this how you work? Huh?" In the recorded voice, the woman boomed.

A female voice, to be specific, but one I couldn't recognize. The person was on a call, and I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. I couldn't make out the full conversation through the short sentences and monosyllabic replies that were given. "She's still passed out. No. I heard he was awake. No, no one is with me. Hold on, I think she's awake." And then I heard the sound of footsteps get closer. "Cara, can you hear me? Are you awake?" I tried to move my lips, but they felt like they were glued shut. I heard the person speak again.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me if there's a problem. Did anybody here upset you?" I'm chuckling and shaking my head. "No, everyone is so nice that I'm pinching myself over and over again to make sure all of this is actually real." That does the magic. He melts immediately, grabs my left hand, and kisses my knuckles. "Love you." He whispers. I was about to give him a reply when a female voice broke in, "Good afternoon, Gamma Dion." She greets in that chirpy voice most pack females use when they see a male they like.

A voice came on. "911 what is your emergency?" "I was kidnapped over a week ago. My name is Tracy Scott . Please help me!" She yelled, faked a choking sound then smirked afterwards. I never believed people when they said women are born actresses. Until today. ******

I was only planning to make Jermaine jealous, but I thought I ended up becoming the lewdest Queen of the century. [“Get out of here now!”] ‘Hng? A female voice? Whose voice is that?’ Sashal was still in Rohan’s arms, who had already invited himself to her room. [“I won’t let you meet her, b#tch!”] [“Who are you to say that?!”] Again, there was women’s voice shouting at each other. And it looks like there isn’t just two women. ‘What’s that sound? I thought it’s only us here?’ Sashal pondered, but the strange voice keep getting louder.

a soft female, unfamiliar voice sounded from the shadows. I spun around, my eyes narrowed as they sought out the source of the voice. "And you are?" I demanded, my tone ice cold. A tall, lean female figure stepped forward, her blonde hair almost the same features of the glowing sun. “I am Natasha and I know you need my service.” The voice spoke proudly. My brows furrowed in confusion. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Natasha. What is it that you think I need?" Natasha gazed at me with an unreadable expression for some seconds before her lips curved into a thin smile.