Voice Claims Novels & Stories

A deep and powerful voice came from the other end. "Who's this? Who are you looking for?" Chloe was stunned and felt the voice somewhat familiar. "Who are you? If you're not going to talk, I'm going to hang up," Vince urged impatiently. "Hello, I'm representing Exotic Star's after-sales customer service. Have you received the jewelry?" After a brief pause, Vince finally remembered what Chloe was talking about. “Oh yeah, I got them. They’re all in order. Is there anything else you need? I'm busy."

I click on it and accept the job. Not having a phone or internet I use the libraries wifi to recieve the call at the dummy number I gave to the job. What I don't expect is the voice on the other end. His voice is deep and dreamy. I can't get over how much I want to jump his voice. As soon as I get over the urge to jump his voice, I clear my throat and start to talk, answering him. "I would love to accept the job." I can hear a chuckle in the background, just like his but maybe it's just an echo. "You don't even know us. Would you like to at least interview first?"

I don't know whose number it is, but I can't ignore it, especially if it's an emergency. "Hello" "Hi doc!" "Who is this?" "Oh, come on, are you sure you don’t remember me?" "David?" I recognize his voice based on how he says things. "Correct!" "Why? Is there a problem? "Nope, I just want to hear your voice." "It is already out of my work time. You can talk to me tomorrow, David." "It isn’t about my health, I just want to hear your voice, that's all!" "Okay, what about? Do you have any questions?

Maybe it’s my parents calling from a work line, i decided to just answer in-case there was an emergency. “Hello.” I spoke with a soft voice. “Hey, how are you?” A deep and husky voice spoke back through the phone. “All good, may i ask who’s speaking?” “You called ‘Pane Perfect Solutions for your windows to be replaced’ i’m just returning the call, to let you know that I’ll arrive at your house in a few minutes.” He shot back nonchalantly. “Oh yes, I am at the hou…

She punched in the number, her finger hovering over the call button. "Here goes nothing," she whispered. The phone rang, each ring echoing in the small room like a death knell. Finally, a voice answered, hesitant and guarded. "Hello?" "Ms. Vance?" May said, her voice carefully modulated, adopting the persona she had created for this call. "This is… a concerned party. I have information that I believe is vital to your interests." There was a pause, a moment of tense silence. "Who is this?" Vance asked, her voice sharp with suspicion. "How did you get this number?"

The call came at 4:17 p.m., and it didn’t ring like a normal number. It popped up as a platform callback with a generic name—Security Verification—the kind of label that pretends it has no opinion about your life. Legal was already beside me, laptop open, hands poised like she could physically catch the call if it tried to slip through the air. Independent counsel sat across the table, calm as a sealed envelope. Jana stayed on speaker, quiet now, the way she got when she was trying not to feed the problem with her voice.

“I’m not in LA now. I need help with a voice forge.” He was eating something over the phone and the sound of him breaking nutshells was driving me nuts. “Male or female?” “Female.” “Send the number my way.” I cut the call and sent the number with the swipe of a finger. I sighed and looked at the destroyed phone and spat on it, brushing the hair off my sweaty face. This was a big problem but this was also a great opportunity when I thought about it well. It would come to my advantage and I knew just what to do with this… when the time is right.

I haven't had time to check my messages and voicemail so I decided to check them with the little free time I have in my hands Liam's voice message: 'Call me back, please' Recorded voice: 'To erase this message, press seven' I was in my office thinking about what the right decision would be on Mrs. Jones case then my phone rang and it is Liam calling, 'what does he want' I thought but I refused to answer his call Liam voice message: 'Okay, you know what? I said some things to you last night that were just stupid, I was drinking, I would never ask you to risk your career for me'

It came at 11:40 in the form of a phone call to the compound's main line, a number that was not publicly listed, which meant whoever was calling already had access they should not have had. Rafe answered it on speaker, his voice carefully neutral. A man's voice came through, cultured, unhurried, faintly accented in a way that placed him somewhere in Europe rather than anywhere near Colorado, and the voice said only: my compliments on a well-orchestrated morning. I confess I did not expect the girl to have quite that much of her father's nerve. And Sloane, hearing that voice for the first time, understood with absolute certainty that she was listening to Alaric Voss himself, and that whatever

He adds. That shuts me up immediately. He smirks. “That’s what I thought.” His phone starts ringing and he nods at me. “It’s the boss.” He says. My breath hitched in anticipation. He answers the call immediately. “She is here.” He says into the phone. I hold my breath as we wait for the person over the phone to speak. “Aria Winslow.” The voice finally says. I try not to show my disappointment. The voice has been tampered with. You can’t tell if it’s a woman or a man speaking because the voice sounds like something that came out of an animation.