Voice Actor Lines Novels & Stories

I spoke almost in a whisper, my voice somewhere in between shaky and firm. The line crackled with static and for a moment, there was nothing but silence on the other end. Then, a voice, low and creepy, filled the silence, sending chills through me. "Sapphire Samantha Smith," it whispered, a twisted mockery of my own name. "Welcome."

“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

The voice that just spoke is not Serin's because obviously it is a guy's voice. But hearing a different person instead of Serin on the other line doesn't dishearten Jeremy because he knows that voice. It's familiar. "Good afternoon. May I speak with your boss?" Jeremy tried his best to hide his shaky voice. "I'm sorry but may I know who this is first? We can't just transfer this call to our boss unless we confirm who is calling on the other line. I am very sorry, sir. But I'm only following an order."

I walked straight to my car, sliding into the driver's seat. The voice on the other end of the line as I answered was distorted. Electronically altered beyond recognition. I couldn't identify if it belonged to a male or female. Old or young. Or even a hint at the race. Just flat mechanical sounds. "Mr. Moretti. I was beginning to think you’d gone to sleep." "Who are you?" It wasn't a question. It was a demand. "That's not how this works." A pause calibrated for maximum discomfort. "You've had two days. You and your mother. Very generous of me. Don't push me."

Static sounds came through. I waited for the caller to speak first. The voice on the other end was distorted when it finally came through. It seemed like it was badly processed through some kind of voice changer that only made it flat and genderless. "You are not the only one who knows who he is. We'll take him from you." I made to speak. "You will no—" The line went dead.

Not a bored, automated one. This voice was… fuck. It was the auditory equivalent of expensive whiskey and sex appeal. It was low, velvety, and so fucking confident. “You’ve reached V. Tell me what you need tonight.” I froze. My mouth went dry. All the witty, sarcastic comebacks I’d prepared evaporated. All that came out was a shaky, “Uh. Hi.” A soft, knowing chuckle. It vibrated right through the phone and down my spine, settling low in my belly.

I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. There was a brief pause, and then a robotic, pitchy voice came through the line, sending a chill down my spine. "Leave Joaquin or else Haven will get hurt." I bolted upright, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who is this?" I demanded, my voice shaking. "Why are you threatening me?" The voice on the other end let out a distorted laugh that sounded eerie and unnatural. "That's none of your business. Leave his house tomorrow and resign from your job, or you'll get what you deserve." The call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at my phone in disbelief.