Voice Over Scripts Novels & Stories

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

i focus on that— on the bitter scent the warmth seeping through the cup into my palms.anything to drown out the echo of his voice in my head. it was just an act. thats what this is.thats all its ever been. A PR move. A script. a contract written in ink thats already beginning to smudge. but the way he said it— she is the best thing thats ever happened to me.my chest tightens.that line wasnt in the script.it wasnt rehearsed.

While she was trying to cancel, it was sent to Asher by accident. Asher listens to it, and something sweet swells in his heart. Her laughter was like a piece of clam music in his ears. His mind relaxes, and soft smile forms on his face after a strange, choked voice leaves his mouth. Olivia's laugh could make any of his bad days turn into a blissful day in a minute Boss: How do I d******d a voice recorder from the message Steve: You keep your finger pressed on that voice record and then tap on save Steve: You are still talking to Olivia?

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. [Let's break up.] Just a few seconds. A few words. William stared blankly at the two-letter word he had so casually typed in reply: [OK.] His hand trembled, and with a clatter, the phone fell to the floor.

He was standing still. I clicked the stream. A man’s voice filled the audio first—smooth, composed, rehearsed to feel like concern. The camera stayed on the tabletop. The ringed hand tapped the paper stack twice, like a judge calling court to order. “Good evening,” the voice said. “This is a public service.” A beat. The hand slid the top paper forward, just enough for the camera to catch a bolded heading: COMMUNITY MICROGRANTS — NARRATIVE OUTREACH

whispered Carlos sensually in her ear, sparking passion. The woman bit her lip in a sighing voice, "Oh, ahh, Carlos. Yours is huge. Fuck me!" "Yes, baby. And he'll just love that hole of yours, honey," said Carlos, sounding very vulgar. Agatha clenched her hands, her lips trembling. "Stop Carlos!" Again Carlos looked at Agatha with sharp eyes. The gaze that was given by Carlos, never seen by Agatha before. "So far I have never loved you, Agatha !! I'm just waiting for the right time to come back to my woman !!" said Carlos honestly, without any lies in it.

- the dream script (used by new teammates who haven't got so much result) NOTE: If guest begins to ask questions, do not attempt to answer cos you haven't been trained to do that. Schedule a 3- way call with your leader. Read and digest. If in doubt or confused, kindly ask questions. God bless us all.

“Exactly. Which is why you’re gonna make bank tonight. Set the camera. Ass-up angle. I’ll do the rest.” I want to scream, but the memory of that email draft flashes in my head. I whisper, “Okay.” Thirty minutes later the ring light is on, the tripod is low, pointed at the bed. I’m on all fours in nothing but pink thigh-highs and the cat-ear headset my subs love. Face carefully below the frame. The stream title reads: “Finally giving chat my virgin ass ♡ big plugs + surprise creampie.” Tips already flood in before I even say hello.

It was a loop of their own voices from a podcast episode recorded three months ago. “If you aren't providing a lifestyle, you’re just a hobby,” Sophie’s recorded voice echoed, distorted and pitched down until it sounded like a demonic growl. “Move on, sis. High-value men don't let things like 'accidents' happen.” "Turn it off!" Sienna screamed, clawing at the monitor’s power cable.

"Go over them. We'll be shooting within the next hour* I took the scripts from him glad I got something to do. Within the next hour, I went over the script in my dressing room. One of the scripts was a soap commercial. One I'd never seen before. It looked like a new product. "Mospen body wash" was written in bold letters on top of the script. It was a weird name but I'd done commercials with worse names. I continued with the script, apparently, I had to look sensual while looking cute at the same time. That was easy for me to do. I only had two lines to voice. The rest I assumed were for the voice artist to say. "Stand out without trying hard," was one of my lines. Standing up I said my lin