Voice Actor Lines Novels & Stories

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.

Elena's POV Seeing my silence, Jasper thought I was going to refuse. He spoke a little shyly, "We've actually auditioned a lot of voice actors during this period, even the most famous names in the industry." "But I wasn't satisfied with any of them. Their voices only had technique, no soul." "It wasn't until I heard your voice for the forest sprite that I felt the roar of the Goddess of Vengeance rising from despair should sound exactly like that." "Would you help me?"

“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.

Miss Vanessa said with a hint of admiration in her voice. "Yeah, I was," I replied awkwardly, thinking of how to ask the big question before her. I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't take your offer seriously back then. I know this may seem weird, but I was wondering if the voice artist job position is still available." I said, closing my eyes and clenching my fist in anticipation. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but that position has been filled," Mrs. Vanessa announced.

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!" _______________________________________________________________________________________

"H-Hello?" A deep, husky voice verbalizes on the line. "Good evening, Amelia!

“Oh, I’m sure. Dante’s right here with me. Breathing, for now.” A low exhale came through the line. Then Powell’s voice joined, deeper, quieter, the kind that made rooms still. “Put him on speaker.” Victor tapped the screen, setting the phone on the table in front of me. “Mr. President,” he said mockingly, “you’re live.” Powell’s voice filled the room. “Dante.” I raised my head, meeting the empty space as if he were there. “You sound older,” I said. “Guilt will do that.”

his cold voice asked from the other side of the line and I gulped down nothing. “I... I’ve gotten it but there is a slight problem.”I stuttered holding my hair tightly, the line was silent for a while before he spoke up. “What problem?” he asked. “There..... is...... no.......... some..one.”I stuttered, I couldn’t form a single word correctly. “Shut the fuck up Michael, you better get the fucking job done before the end of today or else, ya know what’s gonna happen to ya son huh?” he said calmly. I know he was snickering at the other side and I gulped nothing down again.

The interplay between her and Vasky was like a comedic script, each word delivered with a precision that bordered on performance art. On the other end of the line, Kevin's voice carried a warmth that mirrored his character. "My pleasure, Vasky," he responded, his tone sincere, "though I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m always happy to help, especially after what you have done.” ‌

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