Voice Acting Lines Novels & Stories

It didn't show any name at all. Private Line. Wearily, my heart hammering against my ribs like a rhythmic warning, I raised the phone and swiped the screen. My hand trembled slightly… from rage or fear, I couldn't tell. Perhaps both. Perhaps something deeper, more complicated. I didn't even get the chance to say hello. "Hey, brother," a deep, smooth, incredibly arrogant voice echoed through the earpiece, entirely unbothered and dripping with a chillingly familiar amusement. "Did you like my little morning gift?"

"Quick, we have ten minutes till he wakes up. Alter the appearance, and make me look like him." She cast her magic spells and Vic was now what we could call the bar attendant, Hank Lorraine. But, there was a disadvantage, Vic can't speak the way Hank does. Hank had a deep Masculine voice, but Vic's voice is gentle and a little bit, soft Voice. Not too deep, not too soft. "What do you mean by attacking you the other time. Do you really think I will attack you?" Melody asked. "Maybe!!" Vic answered. "Seriously." she replied.

A man's voice. Breaking.

Hazel said. The two sat on the sofa, eating as Hazel recounted the incident from earlier. She still couldn’t shake the feeling that she hadn’t misheard. Someone had definitely spoken in her ear, but the crowd had been so dense that she couldn’t pinpoint who it was. “If you’re sure you didn’t mishear, and there was no middle-aged man around, could it have been the voice of a young girl in a school uniform?” Sully suggested. Voice acting had long become a profession, and if there were such skilled voice actors, who’s to say there aren’t hidden talents among regular people?

Even though she only had a few encounters with the woman, she would never forget her annoying high pitch voice that was painful in her ears. The voice from the other line was a little low and husky like in those voice talents for sexy radio drama she usually hears. Although Sabrina was not sure if it was her real voice or was just using that tone when talking to Gabriel. Still, it was unfamiliar to her. “Hello, Gab? Are you still there?” said the other line. Sabrina bit the bottom of her lips. She was not sure whether to answer it or not. But she could not get herself to end the call for some reason.

his cold voice asked from the other side of the line and I gulped down nothing. “I... I’ve gotten it but there is a slight problem.”I stuttered holding my hair tightly, the line was silent for a while before he spoke up. “What problem?” he asked. “There..... is...... no.......... some..one.”I stuttered, I couldn’t form a single word correctly. “Shut the fuck up Michael, you better get the fucking job done before the end of today or else, ya know what’s gonna happen to ya son huh?” he said calmly. I know he was snickering at the other side and I gulped nothing down again.

The heavy silence on the side of the line stretched out for three long agonizing seconds. Then a low, smooth and chillingly familiar laugh echoed through the speaker. The voice was deep, older and dripping with a aristocratic arrogance. It made the hairs on my arms stand up. "Hello, Victor " Michael Vale said softly. His tone was completely calm. It was as if he were just calling to discuss a business contract, over lunch. "It’s been a long time since we spoke. I must say, you've made quite a mess of the family stock value this weekend."

“Oh, I’m sure. Dante’s right here with me. Breathing, for now.” A low exhale came through the line. Then Powell’s voice joined, deeper, quieter, the kind that made rooms still. “Put him on speaker.” Victor tapped the screen, setting the phone on the table in front of me. “Mr. President,” he said mockingly, “you’re live.” Powell’s voice filled the room. “Dante.” I raised my head, meeting the empty space as if he were there. “You sound older,” I said. “Guilt will do that.”

Full of chaos and havoc. Ughh! Things never get better when she is in the picture. “Hello? Can you hear me, sir?” I hear Gregory`s voice on the other end of the line. “Ummm… yes of course.” I clear my rusty voice before hanging up.

I thought for a second. Then I began dictating. “Have him say this.” Mr. Smith turned toward me. “You realize what you’re about to unleash, right?” “Yeah,” I said calmly. “That’s the point.” Sam waited. I spoke slowly so the system would capture every word perfectly. “Begin recording.” A soft tone signaled the start. “Say this,” I continued. “My name is Charles Rothschild.” Sam synthesized the line instantly, playing it back through the speakers. The voice was identical.