Voice Over Scripts Novels & Stories

V0" Get out" V2" Right away!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Echo POV The voices are screaming now, a chaotic symphony of go, go, go. I push the door open, slow, and step inside. Her scent hits me harder here, lavender, vanilla, her. She’s in bed, curled under the blankets, her hair spilling across the pillow like ink. I stand there, frozen, watching her chest rise and fall. She’s so close. I could reach out, touch her, claim her right now. The voices want it. Take her, Echo. She’s yours. She’s always been yours.

I cut a slice of the strawberry cake while Arabella went on and on about the blueprint for the future. Out of nowhere, a long-absent voice boomed in my head. “It’s been a while, Player.” Arabella caught my split-second hesitation. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. Something just came to mind. You should mingle with the guests. I’ll be there in a bit.” Once she was far, I answered in my mind, “System? Why are you back?” “I came to say goodbye.” The System’s voice sounded a lot more grounded than before. “Headquarters adopted your suggestion, and we are running a comprehensive upgrade. The assigned targets are no longer limited to main characters in future missions. Players will be free to make their

I heard a voice say over me and someone else joining him. "Shit—! What are we going to do—! I—I didn't see his car coming—" "I'll tell you what we are going to do—we are leaving him here—!" "But—" "Don't you see his car—?! They'll kill us even if he manages to survive—he might live but we won't—It's either him or us—and nobody saw us—the road was empty—we'll leave him here and if Allah wills to save him then maybe someone would come and help him—otherwise—"

My mouth felt dry as I walked back into the room, my palms sweaty and my legs nearly knocking together as I pushed the door open. “Hi,” I said in a meek voice. “Hello, again,” the man at the table said. “We’d like to give you another script to read. This time, we want you to get comfortable, move around, or do whatever comes naturally.” I took the script, reviewed it a few times, and thought about me talking to Mandy about the new lodge the commercial was promoting. “I’m ready,” I announced, taking my spot on the X. “And go,” the cameraman directed.