Fake Girlfriend Voice Novels & Stories

Luca said, his voice instantly changing into a completely calm, slightly bored tone. "Hi babes!" Sophia’s voice came loudly through the car speakers. She sounded totally different now—the angry, psycho girl from the motel hallway was completely gone, replaced by her usual sweet, fake, cheerful act. "Where exactly are you right now? I tried calling your phone a few minutes ago but it went straight to voicemail."

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

For a short while, I could pretend I liked being lazy and taken care of. Brandishing my phone from my pocket, I sent a text to a group chat consisting only of my sisters, which had been surprisingly quiet ever since the wedding day, and prayed one of them would respond. In a matter of seconds, all three of their names popped up and the buzzing began. I swallowed my deep yearning to see them again, and swiftly got into our conversation. \\\\\\\\\\////////// “Rose?” A voice was softly calling to me, but the recesses of my mind were so lost in a dream, I couldn’t respond to them. My eyes felt too heavy to open, my body paralysed in place.

His voice was low, unbothered—calculated, like every word that had been used were rehearsed just for this moment. “And before you go running your mouth with a hard no,” he leaned back, calm but lethal, “maybe take a second to look at your life. I’m offering you thirty million dollars to pretend to be my girlfriend for three months. You need the money. You’re not just broke, Blake—you’re desperate, you also lost your apartment.” He let out a quiet, mocking laugh. “And if you don’t take the offer, I’ll hand over this video to the authorities and make sure your little bestie gets the warm welcome of a jail cell. I doubt that’s what you want.”

He's a dumb jock and they tend to be big mouths and gossip kings . After a while of long silence and weird looks from both Tyler and Nick, I finally got an answer. "Okay." Tylers expression quickly changed, and he smirked, shrugging his shoulders as if it was 'no big deal' and 'easy' to be my fake girlfriend. "Whaaaaat ?" I let a fake giggle slide from my lips. Oh no. No no no no no! Please no. "I said I'll do it." He gave me a flat look as he shrugged, acting like it's nothing. I felt like vomiting. Were we actually going to do this? Oh god...

One of her guys will knock him out and drag him to bed. Then the cameras roll. I’ll walk in; crawl into bed beside him. Get on top of whoever they swap in for him and the rest: all post-production. They will use AI to recreate Damian’s voice. Sync it with the footage. Make it sound like he’s talking to me, like he’s moaning for me, like he wanted me. She already has the tech team on payroll. Spouting something about, Mother Russia altering global elections and I’m worried about faking a voiceover? The audio will seal the deal. The video will break Sareena.

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

"... you become my fake girlfriend." Camila stared at the phone, dumbfounded. "Your... what?" Had she misheard him? Was the lack of sleep finally catching up to her? "Did you just say... fake girlfriend?"

“Making it right doesn’t seem to be how things work for us, does it?” There was that beautiful melodic sound of Presley’s giggle, that sent a rush of warmth through my body. I loved her laughter. Her smiles. They had always made me feel so good. Picked me up when I felt at my lowest. She looked at me with raised brows as if in question, so I continued. “We did the craziest of things, when we agreed to come here as fake mates, Pres, and look how that turned out. I think the only thing I did right in all of that was kissing you. Taking us from friends to more…” My voice faltered, and the smile upon Presley’s face widened. “Well, you sure took me by surprise.” She said, reaching out to run her

Yandel mocked her voice with an exaggerated high pitched voice. "Hey!" "I don't talk like that," Rachel laughed, hitting him on the shoulders. "Oh yeah you do honey, you don't record yourself talking?" Yandel asked, putting his hands on his chest with fake shock. "Damn Fiona," Yandel chuckled, shaking his head side to side. "I'm not as narcissistic as you anyway, you should be that surprised," Rachel replied. "Is that your excuse for having a terrible voice?" Yandel mocked. "Woah, but you still like to hit me up anyway so you could hear me talk, huh?" Rachel replied, smiling at him sweetly, she knew she got him at this point because he couldn't say anymore, he just kept quiet and looked ahea