Fake Girlfriend Voice Novels & Stories

She said in a fake crying voice as Yash rolled his eyes. His wife was such a kid sometimes,” Shayra—“ “Now you are calling me Shayra, not Jaan, Aahana, your papa does not love me anymore,” Yash chuckled listening to her fake cry. “You are laughing?” Her voice grew serious all of a sudden making Yash slow down the speed. “Jaan I—“ “Don’t Jaan me now!” She said as Yash took a second and switched the voice call to video call. “hey…” He breathed as he took a quick glance at her beautiful face.

I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue. “Funnily enough, I had a crush on Liam, Ryder’s brother, first. I liked him so much that I was willing to get into that bet just to prove I had a chance with him, and I did.” She laughs softly, shaking her head. “But it was always Ryder for me.” My stomach twists so sharply that I press my lips together. The fake relationship. The brother. The feelings that were supposed to belong somewhere else. It sounds too fucking familiar. How is this even possible?

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

"That Savannah girl is gonna fall in love with me. I’m gonna make that perfect little princess fall for me and show her place." The world tilted. Savannah’s blood ran cold. She couldn’t breathe. The voices in the video continued, the taunts, the laughter, the careless words that cut deeper than any blade. **"Haha—she definitely must be a virgin. She’s Mary."** Everything around her blurred. The Cassian in the video was smirking, laughing, cocky. The Cassian who had just kissed her, who had just told her this was real—was he even the same person?

Dante asked. The guests were already clearly visible. A few of them noticed us and turned to stare. As I turned to face him, I noticed more and more people turning to look. A phone's camera light flashed somewhere. “Yes, I have. Note that's it's contract wife though, not a real wife. Just to save your image,” I said. Dante studied me for a moment, as though wondering what could have made me change my mind so quickly. “Alright,” he finally said, and I could almost see the internal shrug. “I will ring my lawyer now.”

“Do you hear yourself? This isn’t a plan; it’s a script for a psychological thriller.” “Relax, Miss Quinn. You’ll be compensated for your performance.” Her eyes flashed. “Don’t call it a performance. I may be pretending, but I’m not for sale.” I studied her for a long moment. There it was again—that spark. The defiance that separated her from the hollow socialites who floated through my world like expensive ghosts. “Understood,” I said quietly. “You’re not for sale. You’re my equal partner in deception. Better?” “Not much.”

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

He took my face in his hands and directed my gaze to his deep blue eyes, assuring me that everything would be alright. “You need to answer that phone and put it in a loud speaker,” he continued. “I am here with you, Shane. Nothing will happen, okay? Trust me.” he assured me. With my trembling hand, I swipe my thumb to the screen and put the call in speaker. “Shane Croven,” he said as soon as I picked it up the call, his voice is deep but whole. I doubt that this is his real voice so I am sure that he is using a voice manipulation.

How in the world was I going to recognise a voice that I hadn't heard before. "No I don't and that's why I'm asking you. I want you to tell me who it is. Who are you?" My voice echoes in the air. The echo was pretty mad and almost made me go crazy. I heard a chuckle which vanished as quickly as I heard it. "You obviously can't be telling me this. You're breaking my heart," the person mumbled and began to sniff, after which I heard the familiar sound of cry. I scoffed, knowing it was all fake and stupid but I couldn't get my head off that Voice. Whose was it? Just whose? I felt I was slowly going to go mad if care wasn't taken. *You know, This is the worst and most annoying I have felt in age

There were different love names saved in, that I knew it was going to be really hard from me to figure out the number of the girl that had left earlier on. I went to the messages, I didn't need to search cause the first message I saw there clearly showed that it belonged to the lady. I had a huge smile on my face, I put a call through to the lady and I immediately cloned the voice of her dead boyfriend. "Hey baby, I am really sorry about what happened earlier, that woman is gone. Trust me I didn't know anything about her, she was just here for money," I voiced out but the lady didn't reply.