Voice Actor Lines นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The line was silent for so long I thought the connection was lost. “Hello?” I said. “What did you tell them?” the voice asked. I swallowed. “Nothing. I told them it was an accident. That is all.” The voice exhaled slowly. “Keep it that way. Do not slip. Do not talk. You know the promise.” “Yeah, I know,” I muttered. “But if they keep coming…” “Do not worry about them,” the voice cut me off. “Do your time. You will be out soon. You were paid for one role. That is all.”

I could fake moan on cue, breathe heavy at the right moments, describe exactly how I’d ride someone’s cock without ever feeling more than mild boredom. It honestly wasn’t a bad job. Some of the guys just wanted someone to talk to; some of them had very specific fantasies they wanted me to act out. It didn’t take long before his phone started ringing, I mocked it to my wireless air bud. I cleared my throat, which wasn’t even needed. The system has installed a voice changer in our phone, not only does it change our voice but makes the customer live deeper to avoid recognition outside work. I dropped into the chair, plugged in the earbuds, logged into James’s extension. The phone rang precisely

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

a voice said from the shadows of a nearby temple. ​Speaker Lin stepped out, his jade robes tattered and his staff broken in two. He looked as if he had aged twenty years in the few hours since we had seen him. His skin was pale, and I could see the first faint traces of crystallization beginning at the tips of his fingers.

I still picked it anyway and my lips curved into a smile when I heard a masculine, _ voice belonging to no other person but Marcelo Whitlock. Someone finally got my contact, I scoffed. "Hello, boss," I answered with a smile.

a soft female voice echoed on the other side. “It’s Serdar Kılıç,” I said. “Put me through to Mr. Mehmet.” “Of course, sir. I will connect you right away. Just let me see if he is available.” There was a soft click on mute, and a calming melody played as I waited on the line. Then the music stopped, and a voice could be heard—low and controlled, with that calm that always made me uneasy. “Chief Serdar. I assume this isn’t a social call.”

For the first time since the day I’d met him, he looked small. On the line, a distorted laugh hummed low and inhuman. Then a voice, processed and metallic, leaked through the speakers. It was Dennis's voice, though it sounded like the audio itself had been poured through a grate. The man had a way with cruelty that made you believe your worst fears: it came out calm, clinical.

The heavy silence on the side of the line stretched out for three long agonizing seconds. Then a low, smooth and chillingly familiar laugh echoed through the speaker. The voice was deep, older and dripping with a aristocratic arrogance. It made the hairs on my arms stand up. "Hello, Victor " Michael Vale said softly. His tone was completely calm. It was as if he were just calling to discuss a business contract, over lunch. "It’s been a long time since we spoke. I must say, you've made quite a mess of the family stock value this weekend."

Nicole said and spat on my face and left. **UNKNOWN POV** "Hello." A voice came through from the other side of the line. "Hi." I replied. "Let's meet." I said and cut the call. I smirked.

The line went completely silent. The kind of silence that has a texture, thick and mortified and very much aware of itself. It stretched for several seconds. Then, from the other end of the phone, a voice emerged that sounded almost, almost, like a different person entirely. "Hello! Yes, sorry about that, my assistant grabbed my phone for a moment there. This is Dr. Cameron Reid. Miss Rong, is that you?" His voice was identical to the one that had been speaking thirty seconds ago.