Voice Claims Novels & Stories

She grabbed her new phone and turned on the audio recorder. After she dialed the unregistered number, the other line started ringing. Two rings. Three rings. Four. Five. "Ciao, Via. Come sta?" Darn it. It was actually him. The deep voice and familiar accent were enough proof. Veronica cleared her throat and budged in her seat. The call was on speaker mode now. Every single word he would say would be recorded without his knowledge. Payback. "Hi. Did you expect me to call?"

, Ryan said to himself. A few minutes later, Ryan received a call from an unknown number. " Bold speaking ! " , he said. « So, did you like my little gift? », the voice behind the phone said. That person who was speaking was using a voice modifier so the lieutenant Bold can’t recognize his voice. « Who are you ? And what the he*l do you want from me ?», he asked with a raised tone « Always as direct as I can see », the voice said. « Do I know you? », Ryan asked.

This must not be known to his VIP customers! Just as he was about to put his phone away, his phone suddenly rang. The caller ID ‘VIP001’ appeared on the screen. He was very anxious at heart. However, he stayed calm and answered the call. He asked respectfully, “Mr. Fox, how can I help?”

" I ended the call without hesitation. A third call came through almost instantly. A man was shouting hysterically on the other end, "Charles! You know so much about this stuff. You can check student records, right? Please check whether my son's file has been tampered with! You've already saved them. Please help us all the way through!"

"Your honour, I don't even know the person called Mr Park, I mean I don't know all the people my father does business with. I was always home most of the time taking care of other matters. I'm not after my father's inheritance, I'm the only child after all so I have no one to drag with." George said confidently. "So what about the recorded phone conversation that was played just now?" Olivia's lawyer said. "Just as my attorney had spoken, a phone call conversation can be manipulated, it could be edited to sound like my voice because we have several technologies capable of doing that." George Roland responded.

She only needed to do a few adjustments. “No, but we are under strict instructions to not allow you on board any of our flights.” The voice at the end of the phone sounded unfeeling, in contrast to the usual friendly customer service voice. This made Eve slightly irritated. She was their VIP client and rich too. She always booked first class and deserved some respect. “Do you know that I can sue your company?” Eve turned cold and threatened the unfeeling voice. Unexpectedly, there was no remorse from the unfeeling voice. It rather carried a taint of mockery.

“Please, just let him talk so we can get information.” “Don’t you dare cut this call, boy,” Voss said, his voice dropping into a hard, chilling register. “Because the bigger issue you think you are dealing with is about to get a whole hell of a lot bigger within the hour. I need to speak to Lotto immediately.”

"It's not conclusive sir. It's only conclusive if you let them get you." "What do you mean by that?" "First, it's a call. They will want to trace the phone you used, if you can get that phone far away or out of service in the next few hours do so, and with regards to if they can't track your phone, they will want to match the voice in the call. You need to deliberately ruin your vocal cords so it'll be inaccurate or at least, learn how to distort your voice." "Thank you very much Reed. I'll see you soon about our deal."

She raised her brow when she saw it was an unknown number. “Yes?" She answered the phone call. Though she had an inkling who the caller was this time. “Hello.” A male voice spoke through the phone. " Who are you?” Rose asked when she heard the unfamiliar voice. "I'm Gustav Holst, the general manager of Region Funds Bank. I believe I'm speaking with the person who is in possession of Mrs. Gray's credit card.” The man who claimed to be the general manager of the second bank that was written on the second credit card Rose had with her introduced himself, not paying attention to the voice of the person he was speaking to.

When William hurried back to the apartment, the place was pitch black. He called my name twice. No response. In that instant, his heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. Alarm bells screamed in his head. He started frantically calling my phone. The first call went to voicemail. The second, the phone was off. By the last attempt, the number was no longer in service. He switched to our chat and sent a string of question marks. None of them delivered. His fingers trembled. He scrolled to the very top of our conversation and finally opened the voice message from three days ago, the one he had never bothered to listen to.