Voice Actor Lines Novels & Stories

He adds. That shuts me up immediately. He smirks. “That’s what I thought.” His phone starts ringing and he nods at me. “It’s the boss.” He says. My breath hitched in anticipation. He answers the call immediately. “She is here.” He says into the phone. I hold my breath as we wait for the person over the phone to speak. “Aria Winslow.” The voice finally says. I try not to show my disappointment. The voice has been tampered with. You can’t tell if it’s a woman or a man speaking because the voice sounds like something that came out of an animation.

He stayed silent before the other line started ringing. Moments later, a deep and altered voice spoke. "Hello, Silvester," the voice uttered in a menacing tone. His eyebrows raised as he pressed record. "Who are you?" he asked and the voice laughed hysterically. "You already know who I am," the voice uttered before a glitchy sound was made. "How's the investigation of your wife's culprit?" the voice asked and he clenched his jaw before sitting down on his swivel chair. "No lead yet," he answered and the voice laughed.

No sound returned from the other end of the phone call. Sabrina spoke calmly, “Mr Ford, I know what you want to say, and I don’t feel like explaining. Please tell your aunt to control her son better…” “Woman, if you think I can’t do anything to you, you’re gravely mistaken!” The person speaking was not Sebastian. It was the voice of an old person. Sabrina asked, “You are?” “Listen here! If I wanted to kill you, it wouldn’t be any harder than stepping on an ant!” The old voice shouted angrily.

“But last night… when Professor Raghavan said we’d all stay here…” His eyes closed. “My new phone received a call.” Unknown Caller. “I answered.” A pause. “The voice said— You won’t be able to leave now. The battery has been replaced.” Vivek leaned toward the mic. “And now… every time I speak, someone speaks with me.” He whispered into the microphone— “Hello.” From the speakers, the same voice echoed— Hello. Only one mouth had moved. The crowd stumbled backward. “Turn off the speakers!” someone screamed.

Victoria had listened to the recording seventeen times in the past two hours, memorizing every word and trying every possible best to identify the voice as every word kept playing repeatedly in her head. Victoria's heart missed a beat each time she heard that last line "We need a voice analyst," King said. He'd been making calls for the past hour. "Someone who can identify the voice." "I know who it is," Uche said quietly from the door entrance . Everyone turned to look at him. "You know?" Victoria screamed. "How?"

Victor shouted: “Playback now!” Damian looked around quickly— then found an old archive terminal still powered by emergency current. He inserted the drive. The screen flickered. Static. Then an old audio file loaded. Date stamp: 11 YEARS EARLIER Voice recording began. First voice— male. Cold. Recognizable. Victor’s father closed his eyes immediately. Because it was him. > “Proceed only if biometric transfer remains temporary.” A second voice entered. Female. Sharp. Younger.

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

These actions hardly fit the profile of someone who despised taking low-paying gigs. The chief and several other big names in the voice-acting industry then spoke up for Dusk Galaxy, debunking the rumors of high salaries for voice actors. They revealed that, in reality, voice actors were paid much less than regular actors, with a few hundred dollars per episode being the norm. Working with actors who could not enunciate clearly meant that the lines had to be repeated over and over, which often led to late-night recording sessions. Even once voice-over actors had established themselves, they still had to comply with the script and accommodate the other actors. If they were not "smart" enough

Linn’s voice beeped from across the call. “I need you to do something for me ASAP,” he said, his smile broadening. “Yes, sir!”

"Payment received, handsome." Next, I scrape my throat, producing the gruff, gravelly growl of a fifty-year-old mafia enforcer. "Pleasure doing business with ya, kid." Finally, my normal, cheerful voice. "DoomDash, always at your service!" I hit send. On my back, Arlo slowly lifts his head, looking completely traumatized. He stares at the back of my bob haircut in sheer horror. "Are...are you wearing a voice changer?" "Nope. Just raw talent, Darling," I say, slipping back into the creepy Loli tone before coughing to reset. "Free sample for a repeat customer. Hit me up if you ever need to hire a fake girlfriend or a fake professor."