Anna Kendrick Deepfake Novels & Stories

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.

Annaida Davenport — once the crown jewel of the modeling world, once the proud fiancée of Damon Knight — was ruined completely. Her dream of becoming Mrs. Knight had turned into a nightmare, played out before the entire world. And somewhere, watching from afar, Davina smirked. The curve of her lips was sharp, almost cruel, yet tears streamed down her face. She remembered too vividly the day she had been humiliated in front of the people who meant the world to her — the day she had been branded with manufactured lies, her dignity shredded by carefully planted deep‑fake videos. Lies designed to destroy her. Lies that had stolen her ability to ever look those people in the eye again.

“I love how filthy you are. Always wearing skirts with nothing underneath. “Ria? She’s an idiot. So easy to fool. She actually believes you’re sweet and innocent. We didn’t get to swap the babies, but I’ll handle it. I’ll make her think your kid is her godson. That way, only our child inherits my company.” Before the video could finish, Carter lost control. He rushed forward and smashed the projector in a frenzy. With his face flushed and his voice shaking, he roared, “It’s all fake! It’s a deepfake! Completely fabricated! I will sue whoever is behind this slander and defamation!”

“Reporters are already gathering at the main gate.” Aixa took one step forward, her trembling hand reaching toward his arm before hovering in midair. She dreaded seeing the hurt or suspicion in the man she loved. “Fernando, please listen to me. Before God, that is not me. The video is fake. Someone used deepfake technology to fabricate it—” “I am not asking whether it is you or not,” Fernando cut in quickly. The statement silenced her. Her eyes widened as she searched his face for reassurance.

_I don’t care if he’s mine_. “There is no video,” I said. “There’s always video,” Levinson said. “The question is whether it’s real. Deepfakes are cheap. And Reese Calhoun just bankrolled her legal team.” Reese Calhoun. Ex-CFO. Fired three years ago for embezzling. Now buying judges. Adrian’s hand closed around his coffee mug. Ceramic cracked. “Send me everything,” he said. “Every frame. Every pixel. I want it.”

My mother used AI to put on my wedding: a paid-off house, a Mercedes, a hundred thousand dollars betrothal gift for my fiancée. Not one thing missing. "I got you everything the Fosters asked for, and you still won't go through with it. What exactly are you scheming?" I sent her a screenshot of my bank balance. Eight thousand and change. "Mom, an AI can't do any of that. I haven't received a thing." She fired back a screenshot of her conversation with the chatbot. In it, she'd typed: "Buy my oldest son a house outright, get him a Mercedes, and send a hundred thousand dollars for the marriage settlement." The AI had answered: "All set. The home purchase, the vehicle payment, and the hund

"I just saw what happened. Is Serena..." "She's devastated," I cut him off. "And I need your help." There was a pause. "My help?" Dave asked carefully. "Someone created sophisticated deepfakes to frame Serena," I said, forcing myself to stay professional. "Photos, videos, financial documents. All fake, but convincing. I need someone who understands the technology to help prove they're fabricated." "Of course," Dave said immediately. "I'll help in any way I can. What do you need me to do?"

"You're going overboard, Gabriella Fox!" Katie growled. "Aren't you done creating deepfake videos of me and spreading them online? You have to use AI to fake a conversation between us both now? "Is this how much you're set on trying to defame me? You hate me so much, don't you? Why don't you just tell me to go jump off a roof now? "But I guess that's fair. Your mom's nothing but a maid, and your dad's just a cab driver. Of course your family wouldn't care about image or reputation. But I'm different! I am a proper lady—"

She whipped her head around to look at me. I chuckled coldly, fed up with her sheer stupidity. She truly deserved whatever happened to her. At that moment, Sarah finally regained her composure and pointed a finger at me. "I can prove this video is fake! Ever since university, Jonathan has been jealous of Lenard. More than once, he's told me he wants to utterly destroy Lenard. I never thought he would be so obsessed that he'd go as far as to create a deepfake." She paused, putting on a heartbroken expression. "In truth, Jonathan and I are the ones in that video. He just edited Lenard's voice in afterward. That's exactly the sort of thing he's an expert at, isn't it?"

"T*****r. TikTok. The clip from the gala has three million hits already. They’re calling him the Butcher of St. Jude’s." "Shut it! Just... shut it!" Cane snatched the remote and hurled it. It shattered against the TV, the screen spider-webbing into a kaleidoscope of dead pixels. The room plunged into a ringing silence, save for the hum of the air conditioning. "My lawyers are on it. It’s a fabrication. Deepfake technology. We'll sue every outlet that ran it into the goddamn stone age."