Voice Claims Novels & Stories

I said, my voice persuasive as I continued, "With the right investment, our company can bounce back and reach new heights. "I know this is a risk, but I believe in our potential. So will you join us?” My voice rang. After speaking, I listened, then replied, “Oh,... Okay, you will get back to me?... I see, thank you.” My frustration began to rise as the fourth call ended, the voice on the other end of the line polite but dismissive as they rejected my proposal. Anger boiled within me like a volcano, my voice harsh and bitter and my hands shaking with rage as I stood up, “Why won't anyone hear me out?” I voiced, my eyes blazing with fury as I screamed, my voice reverberating off the walls of m

I said. “Accurate one.” He accepted the connection, but routed it to projection instead of personal screen. Transparency choice. Not hiding it from me. That mattered more than he probably realized. The display lit, no face, just a silhouette rendered in adaptive shadow. Voice masked but not distorted, intentionally human. Intentionally calm. “Dominic Voss,” the voice said. “Efficient as ever.” “You’re early,” Dominic replied. “We are punctual when value is involved.” My jaw tightened slightly at the phrasing. Value. Asset language again.

I had no power and I could not even compete against a dead person. The sound of my own voice started to feel like a mockery to my very person. I didn't know why I did that but I picked up my phone and made a call. The familiar annoying crackly voice sounded and Cayden's face came on the screen. “You are calling me? I don't do refunds.” Cayden said immediately the call was connected. “Oh shut up, when we are done with this conversation, you are going to wish I called you earlier.” I shot back at him.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes, and picked up. "Mark speaking." "You lost something," the voice said. It was neither aggressive nor particularly loud. It was flat, conversational, and chillingly precise. It sounded like a recording of a human voice, scrubbed of all emotion. "Excuse me?" Mark said, sitting up straighter. "Who is this?" "You lost something," the voice repeated, exactly the same cadence, exactly the same volume. "This is a place of business," Mark snapped, a mixture of annoyance and creeping unease prickling his skin. "If this is a prank, I’m going to report it to—"

She could not have a conversation that would involve killing Skylar. “This is obviously fake. Any amateur could manufacture this from a cheap app on the app store.” Steffan said. Racheal relaxed a little. He knew she was not capable of something like that. “I knew you would say that.” Spencer Sherrod said, slapping a document he had been holding against Steffan’s chest. “That record was from the call company. And forensics has confirmed that is indeed her voice. Steffan hesitantly took it, looked down at the papers, and then he started to frown.

"Yesterday. My phone rang from an unknown number. Nobody spoke, and then I heard a voice. One word. My name." Detective Voss went very still. "Whose voice?" "My sister's." My throat tightened just saying it out loud again. "I know that voice, Detective Voss. Four years, and I still know it instantly. I think she's alive." He was quiet for a long moment, weighing the claim with the careful neutrality of someone who'd learned the hard way not to promise things he couldn't deliver. "That's significant, if true." He finally said it slowly. "A single word isn't much to build a case on by itself, but paired with an active reopening, it's enough to justify pulling records on that number immediately

“But last night… when Professor Raghavan said we’d all stay here…” His eyes closed. “My new phone received a call.” Unknown Caller. “I answered.” A pause. “The voice said— You won’t be able to leave now. The battery has been replaced.” Vivek leaned toward the mic. “And now… every time I speak, someone speaks with me.” He whispered into the microphone— “Hello.” From the speakers, the same voice echoed— Hello. Only one mouth had moved. The crowd stumbled backward. “Turn off the speakers!” someone screamed.

Ethan thought for a long time but still shook his head. He was not good at recognizing voices, and the woman’s voice was not particularly distinctive. At best, he sensed a brief similarity, but he could not be certain. Ivanka grew frustrated and slammed her fist on the table. According to Ethan, the caller had not altered her voice at all. If there had been a recording, Ivanka might have been able to recognize her. But there was none. Caleb stood beside her with his hands on his hips and asked again, “Do you remember the caller’s phone number?”

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

If not, they're just stalkers or scammers, and I can't deal with them. This country's intelligence gathering is becoming vulnerable due to easily accessible information about our phone numbers, which can be obtained by hackers. Most scams involve automated machine voice recorders. "Hi, Hendrix. It's Rosy here. I wonder if you are available for lunch? I would love to meet you. I've already made the list for you. I'll call you again in ten minutes. Goodbye." It's Rosy's voice that is recorded in my voice messages. Xavion laughed when he heard it, and my jaw tightened after listening to it.