Fake Girlfriend Voice Novels & Stories

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

I put it on speaker and set the phone on the coffee table between the bottle and my glass, and I listened to a woman who sounded like Sandra laugh about how easy it was to keep a man on a string once you learned which words made him soft. I played it again. Then again and by the third time I wasn't even listening for what she was saying anymore. I was desperatly haunting for something that made the whole thing fake, even if it was an Ai flop that proved it's not real. But I didn't find one. The screenshots came next, one after another, her name stamped over the lines. I put the glass down before I lose grip. "Zadok?" Maya's voice pulled me back. "Are you there?"

“If I stay again, you might get into trouble beyond our control.” “Just kiss me before you go.“ He did. My forehead, my nosetip, my lips, my nipple, which was more of a bite and less of a kiss. I waited until the door clicked shut behind him before opening my eyes again. The room was very quiet. I reached for my phone, opened my banking app and stared at the account balance. All the money I'd made from being a fake girlfriend that was supposed to go into honoring Clara. Except tonight, the narrative had shattered.

“Look at you, princess. Didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I forced a smile, smoothing my black mini dress down my thighs. “Yeah, well. Gotta commit to the act, right?” Rowan was next, tossing a red solo cup to me. “Fake girlfriend duties, huh? Drink up. You look like you need it.” I caught the cup but didn’t drink. My fingers shook too much to even bring it to my lips. Casper just watched from across the room, eyes narrowed like he was studying me for some pop quiz. Emrys offered me a soft nod, his curls bouncing slightly when he turned.

I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer. I sigh. I don't want her to know anything's off, though. I can't bring myself to talk about what happened today. I want a normal, happy call from my ever- cheerful mom. Pulling up her contact, I plaster a fake smile on my face, hoping it'll resonate in my voice. She picks up on the second ring. "Hi, sweetie." "Hey," I say brightly. "How's it going? How'd the interview go?" I put her on speaker and pick at the sides of my nails, preparing myself

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

He opened an advanced voice changer app installed on his phone—a software capable of mimicking anyone’s voice, as long as he had enough audio samples. And he did. Over the past weeks, he had secretly recorded calls and audio clips of the woman known to them as “Madam.” He studied her tone, depth, and way of speaking—from her whispered commands to her sharp outbursts. He activated the voice changer and selected Madam’s pre-programmed voice profile—a soft yet commanding tone of a woman both feared and respected. “Time to play in their own territory,” Alexander whispered as he pressed the call button. Now, it would sound like Madam herself was calling her men…

… After I got home, I opened my phone and saw that the video had indeed blown up. It was thanks to the money Matt threw around. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have gone viral so fast. There were many comments telling me she was the heiress Wren Smith, and that I had been deceived and should get my money back. Some even messaged me directly, telling me not to be afraid. This wasn’t my fault, after all. [Dude, gather your evidence. If she dared to lie to you, you can fight back!] I was genuinely grateful to these people, but I couldn’t just say thank you.

she asked, looking up as though she could see their names written on the ceiling. "Drama queen," I rolled my eyes. "How did you do it though? Did you really convince an AI to lie?" I asked as I tossed a slice of apple into my mouth. "Hmm, it's so juicy." I grabbed another one. "AI, my foot! That was actually my own voice. Although, I did use something. I recently downloaded this amazing new app on my phone that allows you to modify your voice into anything you desire," she explained, "A robot, a child, an old man... Oh, Ava, I've been pranking almost everyone I know," she exclaimed with excitement, giggling.

Another caption appeared over that one: “How’s she even in this school looking like this? She go here??” Then it got worse. A fake voiceover started playing in the background. Someone had recorded their voice, trying to act like me. They said stuff like, “Ugh, do you know who my father is?” and “I’m better than all of you, now move.” The voice was dramatic, high-pitched, and extra fake. Like they were trying to paint me as some stuck-up brat. I paused the video. I stared at my screen for a few seconds, then looked at my reflection in the black mirror of the phone. I rolled my eyes and tossed the phone onto my bed.