Voice Acting Scripts Female Novels & Stories

Her voice echoed through the eerily silent house. And then— "You cannot go outside during your rest hours. Now is the time to rest." The AI’s voice. Smooth. Emotionless. Absolute. She whirled around. “Excuse me? What?” "You cannot go outside during your rest hours. Now is the time to rest." The exact same words. The exact same tone. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me." Her pulse spiked, irritation overriding her fear. "So what is this? Kidnapping?"

A cheerful female voice happens to interrupt me. I opened my eyes and felt as if the person was standing beside me on my right since that’s where her voice came from. Out of nowhere, a foul odour seemingly like of a rotten fish invaded my nostrils and it was so reeking that it made me want to vomit. “The waters here are lovely.” The female voice continued to speak. “Who’s there?” I muttered, softly and shyly. “It’s Faith.” She answers. Her name sounded familiar but I have never met another Faith aside from my grade school classmate which is now residing in Los Angeles as an aspiring I*******m model. Most definitely, their voices sounded way too different for it to become the same person but

ELISA… Strange voices that were definitely not from this world or even from my room curled into my dream. ‘She is the one, I was right about her,’ a female voice whispered in a thick accent, to a man in the dark. ‘Hmmm, when shall we begin?’ another chill voice responded in an almost feminine tone. ‘I am growing weak by the day’ ‘No, my love, be strong. We still have to wait until the red moon’ the woman said in a voice laced with fear and worry. ‘She is still a child’

said a female voice in a sultry voice. "What the fuck?" Mikayla thought to herself. "Yeah, give me that big fucking cock." said the female voice. Mikayla's jaw dropped slightly. "Those little fuckers! Are they watching p**n?" she thought. The sounds she heard coming from the TV were obviously the sounds of a female p**n star loudly slurping and sucking on a cock. "They definitely are! What the fuck!" she said. Anger suddenly flared inside of her. "Those dirty little fuckers!"

The victory did not last long. The wall of water began to move. The blue lights. The sea began to cover the land. It was a controlled flood. Suddenly every speaker. Every phone, every tablet and even the trees. Began to vibrate. A new voice came out. It was not the robot voice of the Investors. It was a womans voice. It was calm and very familiar. "June. Stop this fighting." June froze. She knew that voice. She had heard it in recordings her mother kept.

Penelope. I’d recognize that walk anywhere. Her hair was pulled back. She stood perfectly straight. She turned sideways, phone pressed to her ear. She was on a call but her mouth wasn’t moving. I swallowed hard. My breath caught again. Could it be… her? The voice on the line was modulated, unrecognizable, genderless so it could be Penelope. “Hello?” I said again, quieter this time. The voice finally responded. “Do you think we should test it? See if the saying’s true?” At that exact moment, Penelope’s lips started moving. And when the voice stopped, so did she.

Rose Kinson's voice is gentle and beautiful. "Rose Kinson?" The female voice over there sounds very surprised: "I haven't slept yet. I just came out of the laboratory, but you, why do you want to call me?" Mary Kinson talked on the phone, opened the quilt and drilled in, leaning against the bed: "I didn't fall asleep and wanted to talk to friends for a while." "Of course, it is my honor to receive a call from Miss kimson." Mary Kinson smiled gently: " I want to talk to you about something."

I try to take in a breath, but that won’t happen. “Hello Kas.” The woman’s deep voice speaks through the static. “Miss me?” “What do you want?” I snarl into the phone. The women from PR jump up and wave their arms in panic. “Oh… so you DID miss me.” Aphrodite says in a slow, calm cadence. I hear her blow into the phone and imagine how thick the cigarette smoke must be. “Ms… de Milo.” I look at the notecard and roll my eyes. “I’m trying to make a difference in people’s lives. I don’t need your dismissive attitude slowing me down.”

Her voice was heavily manipulated by some voice changing effect that it almost sounded robotic. “You cry like you did not know this would happen. I love the pain in your voice. I want you to suffer, I want your old man to suffer as well.” For once, I was grateful for my carelessness. I had left the air conditioning like it was a really hot day, letting the fan spin to its full capacity despite how cold the night was. The result, however, was amazing. Without having to try so hard, I had delivered the perfect act of a damsel in distress. A bigger credit goes to Scott anyways.

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?”