Voice Acting Scripts Female Novels & Stories

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,

she said and I chuckled, her face was knotted in a tight scowl as she flopped down onto the chair and adjusted the camera so I’ll see her face. “By the way, let me gist you” she said as she turned to lay on the couch, I also raised my legs and positioned myself well on the bed. “Loretta, she was really acting possessed today,” she said, her voice dramatic as usual. “What did she do?!” I asked. “So today, At the script reading. The supporting female lead wasn’t around, guess who this witch suggested to fill in for her?” she asked and I burst out laughing immediately I realized where she was headed.

I received the right voice sound in my ears. "Not your old rag." She added, and I know she was referring to my mother. "That's not Juliet speaking." I sharply declared, with my voice laced with confusion. "She isn't like you, Jane. You and I have been having sex ever since I employed you as my secretary, and you never complained once." He uttered and paused for a quick sip from the wine glass. With what he said, I was able to confirm that the female voice isn't Juliet but an unknown stranger, namely Jane; that alone calmed me.

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.

It was a woman’s voice, calm and clear as a pristine lake. “Well done, Layla.” The voice was gentle, yet it held an authority that dwarfed even the Death Goddess's arrogance. “You have completed your mission…“

I am too drained for conversation, too raw from Miles' cruelty. But something compels me to answer. Maybe the desperate need for distraction, or the slim hope that it might be Miles, calling from another phone to apologize. I know better, but hope is a stubborn thing. I swipe to accept the call. "Hello?" "Hello," an unfamiliar and slightly accented female voice says. "I am trying to reach Rhea Chapman."

There were no windows, and one door that had a little glass square on the top. “Miss. Brady,” the female voice said, and in the light, I could see that the voice was coming from the tiny speakers on the top of the walls. “There’s no one here to help you, and we’re not going to tell you who we are or where we are keeping you. But I will assure you that you’re very far away from civilization whatsoever, so let’s make things easier for both of us and stop acting like a brat, hmm?” Something about the way she said those words was familiar, but she was using something to distort her voice when she talked into her mouth. It reverberated oddly, like she was talking from underwater.

She reached out, as if to check my injuries, but hesitated midway, afraid of causing me more pain. "Mm…" My throat felt like it was on fire. The sound that came out was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. Jane immediately understood. She hurried to fetch a cotton swab, dipped it in water, and gently moistened my cracked lips. The faint coolness brought a brief, precious relief. "Don't try to talk," she said softly. "You're badly injured. You've lost too much blood. You need rest." Her eyes brimmed with concern, almost spilling over.

Charlotte added, all the while wringing her palms together. Azraiel froze as soon as he heard her. “Her?” He asked in a whisper...but she heard him. “Yeah…yeah…It was a female voice….and nothing like the ominous voice I’m used to hearing. It was actually pretty normal…she just said two sentences…so I really don’t remember the exact tone…but it didn’t sound like she was trying to scare me.” A shudder ran through Azraiel’s spine at the thought that went through his head at that moment.

"Hello?" "Celia Richard." The deep voice stated in a robotic tone. "You sound too happy. It makes me sick." Celia scowled and signaled Lake to roll up the windows while she put the call on speaker. She placed a manicured index finger over her mouth with wide eyes and shifted forward to be between them with the phone held up.