Voice Acting Scripts Female Novels & Stories

It would've been troublesome if she chose to start a fight with Seraphine. "Kayden, are you free? Do you mind accompanying me for a bit?" Her voice was soft and melodious. Seraphine now knew why her vocals was compared to that of a bird singing. At this point, Seraphine doubted they both shared the same vocal cords or else how could the voice produced by them would be so different. The shock was clearly there on her face while she watched two of them interact. "Is there anything you need?" Kayden's tone was enough to freeze a ocean; Seraphine truthfully felt it was this cold.

I tried and tried and tried, but every time I still end up with the same result—not being able to hear her, which is quite frustrating, but that doesn't mean I gave up. So back to the present, I did the same thing, and almost immediately, I hear a female voice. Shocked, I turned my head without opening my eyes to the direction where the voice came from and saw the woman floating in the air by the side of the car window. "Luna," she said in greetings to me. I became happy that I could finally hear her. I smiled at her, which she returned to me. "I can finally hear you," I said to her, smiling

It wouldn't take long to reach it in his lap. " Like you care. " She said with a taunting voice. " Whether I like it or not. I've to care for you." He sarcastically said again. She grimaced, " You are not at gunpoint." She replied in the same tone. She inhaled from her mouth and closed her eyes as everything was spinning around her. * * * " Ma'am, Ma'am. " A weak female voice reached her ears, " Are you okay? " The same saccharine voice asked her.

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.

His voice, so deep and scratchy, heat pulses through my core from the mere sound. Gosh, I'm such a hussy for that asshole. “You did good for me, didn't you?” He growls. I hear a slap and a small cry, “Speak.” “Yes, Kila.” A female voice sobs. Wait, I know that voice. “Get on the table.” He orders. I hear movement in the background and it's like Vongov moves closer to the mic because his voice is more distinct. The crinkle of a belt sounds, “I'm gonna tan this ass right now, what’d you say to that?”

The phone rings several times until a very feminine voice picks up. "Hello good evening, Veronica Diaz speaking, with whom do I have the pleasure?" She answers almost immediately. "Hello Miss Diaz, I know it's a little late I'm Victor Van Hellfrost and I would like to conduct the interview tonight," I reply seductively. I can hear her gasp, then as she sits up again so she can give me an answer. "Yes per post...I'll send you the address of my apartment right now" Her voice is agitated, I like to have that effect on women.

With a sense of curious resignation, she activated the loudspeaker, her heart racing like a distant drum. Before she could utter a greeting, a woman's voice emerged from the speaker, enveloping the room in an unexpected aura of intrigue. "Is this Ava Watson?" the voice inquired, its cadence a careful blend of formality and curiosity. Ava's own voice trembled as she confirmed her identity, and with that single word, the conversation unfurled like an unscripted scene.

Sion didn’t hesitate. While the board members whispered and Arthur Sterling smirked, Sion reached over and plucked the phone from Lilia’s trembling hand. Lilia held her breath, expecting him to hang up or, worse, bark an order at the woman who once chased a tax collector away with a wooden spoon. Instead, Sion adjusted the camera angle, smoothed his expression into something uncharacteristically warm, and leaned into the frame. "Mrs. Moretti, I presume?" Sion’s voice was like velvet—deep, respectful, and utterly convincing. "I’m Sion Wagner. I apologize for the mustard. It was a... very enthusiastic greeting."

That females voice contained a sense of ridicule and sadness. " Hello,can you hear me...." Amy screamed in the hope that ,they would be able to hear her. But to her badluck they didn't. " AKKUSA... Why are you calling me like that?" The man hesitated but asked in the end. " Do you need the answer my lord?" The female voice now became more rough than before... "......." There was silence as that female replied to him more ruthlessly. ' What are they saying and who is this AKKUSA? Why am I hearing their conversation?' Amy thought..

“Damn it, Daniels! Your script sucks, and it’s corny!” “F*ck! Who asked for my help, huh? Huh?! Don’t call me again to do shitty stuff like this!” A male voice was heard. It looked like it was coming from a call put on speaker. Sicilia and Maya looked at each other with confusion and worry.