Voice Actor Lines Novels & Stories

“We are here too. We won’t let him do anything he shouldn’t.” My finger trembles. Ted’s words give me the last bit of confidence I need. I accept the call and put it on speakerphone. Just as I open my mouth, I remember to make my voice sound deep. Without hesitation and with a deep voice, I grunt, “What do you want?”

Barnes sneered with contempt. Mr. Klein frowned. He clearly did not believe that and quickly said, “That’s impossible. I’ll try again.” The office fell silent again, and he felt apprehensive as he called her once more. This time, someone answered the call. Mr. Klein was delighted, and the others continued to stare at his phone. Since Michael was there, Mr. Klein put the phone on speaker, and no one made a sound. “Hello.” The person on the other end of the line was using an AI voice, and it took everyone by surprise. However, certain professionals did this, so they were all quite understanding.

He didn't say anything but I know he didn't hang up too. So I continued. "People working hard should have break. Go get a KitKat Sir." I again came back to my robot voice. "Stop. Talking. Shit." He spoke with gritted teeth. Oops!! Looks like I made him more mad so I decided to hang up but my hand hovered over the red button when I heard a voice. The voice a girl. A feminine voice. It spoke, "Ahh!! No !! Ahh!! I.... please!! Ah!" _______________________________________________________________________________________

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Instead, he reached over and adjusted the device in my hand. “Be careful,” he said, voice low. “He’s a viper. Don’t show your throat.” I nodded, swallowing my nerves. When the line connected, the voice on the other end oozed amusement. “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” Devon Roth’s voice crackled over the line. “Someone who can make your life more interesting,” I said. A pause. “You’re not Roman. And you’re definitely not John Blackwood.” “No,” I replied. “But I’m the one who’s got what you want.”

my voice was cold and threatening. "I don't know who he is. I only got a call from him, and he told me he had a job for me and that he'd be willing to pay," Zach said, his voice cracking from fear. "What was his voice like?" I asked. "I don't know. He used a voice changer to interact with me." I didn't believe Zach's words, so I shot his leg to show him I wasn't joking. If I didn't need to know who the strange caller was, I would have separated his head from his body with my bullet.

Couldn’t even unlock it properly. The car’s voice assistant pinged. “Call anyone,” I whispered, voice shaking. It responded in some garbled nonsense, like it didn’t understand English anymore. “Call… asshole.” My voice broke on the word. It rang. Please pick up. Please. The line connected. Silence.

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.”

“You can come see me whenever you want and we will be happy but right now-” “I know,” I sighed. I opened my mouth to speak when I heard some noise on the other end of the line. It sounded like a door opening. “I am so sorry, sir,” I heard a voice say. It was Cheyenne and she sounded exasperated. “I tried to stop her but-” “Get out of here, girl, you aren’t needed here anymore,” I had never heard that voice before. It was raspy and mature, almost slurred like the speaker was in no hurry. The voice sounded smug as well, somewhat proud.

The headphones made her own breath sound indecent. Page four was not a commercial for insurance. She read. The character — Lina — described a mouth on her in a hotel she couldn’t afford. Eden kept it clean enough to be acting. When she finished, Kit’s finger came off the talkback a second late. “Again,” he said. “You’re performing the sentence. I need you in the sentence.” “That’s very poetic for a man who just asked me not to eat the mic.” A ghost of a smile. “Second take. Closer.”