Voice Claims Novels & Stories

Then, as if struck by sudden realization, he gasped. "Wait… voice phishing!" he exclaimed. "Someone must have used my voice to trick Ruby. Someone who knew both of us very well. This was a setup.... someone wanted to rob her of everything!" Camila still didn’t look convinced. "That doesn't explain why the call was from you. Ruby told me it was a call from your phone. She said she was very happy when she picked it up, only to hear you crying for help. How could she have gotten a call from you when you were supposedly in church?

He took my face in his hands and directed my gaze to his deep blue eyes, assuring me that everything would be alright. “You need to answer that phone and put it in a loud speaker,” he continued. “I am here with you, Shane. Nothing will happen, okay? Trust me.” he assured me. With my trembling hand, I swipe my thumb to the screen and put the call in speaker. “Shane Croven,” he said as soon as I picked it up the call, his voice is deep but whole. I doubt that this is his real voice so I am sure that he is using a voice manipulation.

The kitchen drowned in silence after I heard the beeping of the voicemail as it stopped. The temperature felt like it dropped twenty degrees. "There are fifteen more," Lincoln said to me. "And that's a tame one," Bates said, lifting his eyebrows. I felt my heart beating violently against my rib cage as I sat down in a chair, feeling like my legs would give out any second. I gulped as I looked up at Lincoln. "He called you?" I asked. He shrugged. "Kind of. We use a switchboard for everyone in the pack. We have our own area code so whenever a call comes in for someone in that area code, an operator filters the call and records it. I set your phone up on this system whenever I connected you to

If it was the police, they wouldn't keep calling. I stretched out my hand to give her the phone but then held onto the phone. “Just 30 seconds and don’t speak first. Is that clear?” “Whatever.” She responded and snatched the phone from me. She picked the call and put it on speaker. So a second the call was quiet and then a female voice finally spoke, but almost in a whisper. It wasn’t audible enough for us to understand what she said. “Hello, can you please speak louder? I did not hear a word you just said.” Carey requested calmly.

He cried “Hello, this isn't Alexa. This is a call centre” “Oh” All the nerves in his body descended. “Okay… did… did some lady come to your centre to make a call. She’s she's a bit…” “Hello Mr. I'm so sorry for what you're going through, but so many people have been here and we are not supposed to release their personal information because of security purposes. I'd like to continue my work now. Thanks” The voice said and the call ended immediately.

When I hung up I looked at the notification. Damien Voss. Voicemail. 7:12 PM. I sat for a moment. Then I pressed play. His voice was quiet. Not the press conference voice, not the Thursday at Two voice, not any of the performed versions I had catalogued over six years of marriage and five months of dismantling. Just his voice, stripped of its usual architecture, in the specific register of someone speaking into a recording without an audience to perform for.

James added, boosting my courage as I dialed the number. We shared a smile as I put it on speaker, we really made a good team,James and I. I smiled brightly in relief that I had someone I could rely on for issues like this but then my smile was suddenly cut short by the robotic voice bouncing off the speakers of my phone, "You are unable to reach this contact, please try again later"

The person on the call asked if I would maintain silence as I wasn't sure who was calling. It could be a fraudster or the loan sharks I owe. "Am I talking to someone?" The person questioned, "Who is asking?" I finally said something. "This is Rotimi," the person on the call introduced, but I didn't know any Rotimi, so I waited for what he had to say next. "You may not recognize me." I do not recognize him. "I am calling to offer you a contract with my boss."

Angus asks. “That’s an excellent idea, Angus.” My father says. He grabs his office phone and dials the number for King Cerberus. “King Cerberus.” “Hey, my sweet little caped cannoli.!” “Rian, I swear on the Moon Goddess that the next time I see you, I will rip out your throat and spit in it.” “Well now, that’s just rude! Here I am, calling to speak with my best friend and this is how I’m treated!?”

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.