Voice Claims Novels & Stories

I was checking my clothes now for the most suitable to wear. “Madame Veronica wants me alone. It won’t seem nice if I bring you along. Who knows? She could just want to speak about female stuff.” “Really?” Bruce asked, his voice doubtful. I turned to him, hands on my waist, “Don’t you trust me? You are acting as if you don’t.” “That’s not it,” Bruce argued. “Nowadays, there are so many voice phishing programs. They could forge the voice of another person to lure you. I have heard of things like that happening.”

“You keep trying to cut things short. You always did that.” “Stop talking like you know me,” I snapped. “I do know you,” he paused. “You just don't remember me.” His tone was almost sad. Almost. “What do you want,” I repeated. “Payment,” the voice said. “You owe me a debt.” “I owe you nothing.” He laughed again, this time colder. “Incorrect.” A rustling sound came through the speaker. Paper? A file? Something being flipped open. “Do you want to know why I'm calling?” he asked.

I hear a male voice. “Umm, whom am I speaking with?” I ask as my face twists in confusion. I take the phone from my ear and I try to look at the caller ID, but it’s an unknown number. I place the phone back to my ear and I hear the person chuckle lightly. “I’m Davina’s father...we haven’t met before.” He says and I say awkwardly under my breath, “Okay?” “Anyway..I’m just calling to tell that we will no longer be needing your services at the company.” He says and I laugh.

Shock is an understatement. "What?" is all I could manage to get out of my mouth. This No is something I don't like one bit now. "Don't worry, dear. We will say a No to them." she said with conviction. "Hmmm!" was my response. I ran into my room and called Nithu. ‘The subscriber you have called is currently busy. Please try again later!. Ugh! I have been hearing this same recorded voice for the past hour. How long is she gonna talk to him? I decided to talk to her in person.

The untouched plate beside him had already gone cold, and disposable coffee cups were stacked beside his chair like trophies of a battle nobody was winning. "Nothing yet, sir," he sighed, rubbing beneath his eye with the knuckle of his thumb before glancing toward Davies, who looked practically fused to his monitors. "You?" Davies opened his mouth, probably ready to snap at him for interrupting... Then suddenly, one of the unlisted satellite phones lit up on the table. An unknown caller. Every conversation inside the house died. "We've got an active line, folks!" Davies barked, instantly silencing the room as his fingers flew across the keyboard. "Signal just came through. Looks like he's ro

I looked at the road. She looked out the window. "The financial services firm," she said. "The founding voice you're excavating. What does it sound like?" "Direct," I said. "Specific. It addresses the person it's speaking to as someone who is capable of understanding complexity. It doesn't simplify. It doesn't perform warmth — it just tells the truth about what it offers and trusts that the truth is enough." I paused. "The acquired voice talks around things. Lots of words that mean approximately something. The founding voice means exactly what it says."

The voice went on, sounding so smooth and velvety. I fell silent, wondering if it was a phishing call... "Can you hear me?" The voice asked, after it noticed I'd grown quiet. "Who are you?" I finally demanded, deciding to find out who it was that was talking to me as though we were good friends. I didn't keep friends, the very few people I actually talked to had their numbers saved on my phone. "I'm sorry for not calling all week," the voice apologized. "I had a little problem with my phone."

“Any suspects? Someone who hates you two? Someone jealous?” Cassandra paced. “Sophia was one. We confronted her. She admitted part of it but said she wasn’t working alone. Now this new voice is different. Colder.” Brady leaned forward. “Different voice? How?” I played the last call recording on speaker. The distorted voice filled the room. “One hundred and fifty thousand by tonight or your parents get the videos anyway.” Brady listened twice. “That voice… it sounds familiar even distorted. The way they laugh at the end. I’ve heard that before.”

On the third ring, I picked up. “I need to tell my wife something,” I said, voice still shaking. Dave’s voice came through, serious. Too serious. “I’ve got the voice recording,” he said. “I’m sending it now.” That stopped me. Cold. “You’ve been able to get the real voice?” I asked, my voice low. “Yes, I have , listen to it and then get back to me. If you know anyone with that kind of voice.” he said, and ended the call.

"ring, ring…" An unknown number was calling Keira's phone. She looked at Keira as if asking if she should answer the call. Frida gestured a thumbs up as she connected some devices to Keira's cellphone. It showed the exact literal location of the person calling. Also, the tool that changes voice will not work. The call was also automatically recorded. "Hello, who's this?" Keira answered like everything is normal. "You fuc*king Wh*re! You dare ask who I am when you know very well what you did."