Fake Girlfriend Voice Novels & Stories

" Miss Aria, We only got married on paper. I hope you can stop using these tricks to gain my attention. Yes, you finally got to marry me, congratulations, but please stop meddling in my life." What the fuck was he talking about? What kind of person did he think I am? I've never been humiliated like this in my life except last time at the wedding. Yes, I did record it but I never post it and the phone was still in my pocket. I picked up the phone and then threw it on the floor again. I sneered at him and reached for my phone. " I am not that kind of person and I don't play dirty tricks like this. I still have my phone here. And you...wait, Where's my phone?"

I cried, fumbling over my words. “You can’t just keep me here, I have work, my friends— “ “Oh about that…” She picks up the remote from the nearby table and turns the TV screen on. It had been paired to my phone and a series of messages from Gia asking where I was popped up on the screen but the response horrified me. They had impersonated me and sent her a response saying, I wanted to leave the country for a while, saying I’m tired of living and needed space. Gia had responded with all sorts of messages and the only one I read was ‘you’re being weird Cheyanne, please call me’

I love my husband so much that even if he lacks tenderness towards me, I can't leave him. I took out my cell phone again to call Raquel. I want a friend to talk to to make me feel better, by God's mercy his cell phone rang. "Hello..." Raquel answered lazily. It seems that he was still asleep and now I woke up when I called him. "Are you still asleep?" I asked him with tears in my eyes. "Is anyone talking in their sleep, Eliza? Your brain is really shaking and you can't think properly anymore, right?" It was a joke to me so I laughed a little.

" Hmmm I just scolded that guy, why was he flirting with my wife. Only I can say that you have a sexy bedroom voice. " " Eww... will you please shut up?" " No, I will not, you were smiling, when he said that and now you have a problem...? " He looked a bit jealous. Jealous??? He must be still acting... " But , he didn't say that. He said my voice doesn't sound like an approx. 45 year-old lady. " " Ok, But he can't say that... I can. I am your boyfriend. Remember ? " " Hello, we are feigning it. Remember? " He gave a weird look to me.

I could fake moan on cue, breathe heavy at the right moments, describe exactly how I’d ride someone’s cock without ever feeling more than mild boredom. It honestly wasn’t a bad job. Some of the guys just wanted someone to talk to; some of them had very specific fantasies they wanted me to act out. It didn’t take long before his phone started ringing, I mocked it to my wireless air bud. I cleared my throat, which wasn’t even needed. The system has installed a voice changer in our phone, not only does it change our voice but makes the customer live deeper to avoid recognition outside work. I dropped into the chair, plugged in the earbuds, logged into James’s extension. The phone rang precisely

"Payment received, handsome." Next, I scrape my throat, producing the gruff, gravelly growl of a fifty-year-old mafia enforcer. "Pleasure doing business with ya, kid." Finally, my normal, cheerful voice. "DoomDash, always at your service!" I hit send. On my back, Arlo slowly lifts his head, looking completely traumatized. He stares at the back of my bob haircut in sheer horror. "Are...are you wearing a voice changer?" "Nope. Just raw talent, Darling," I say, slipping back into the creepy Loli tone before coughing to reset. "Free sample for a repeat customer. Hit me up if you ever need to hire a fake girlfriend or a fake professor."

I stopped, noticing it was different from Noah’s voice, “Y-Yes? This is Ellaina speaking.” The voice cleared his throat, “This is Singles Haven, the Reality show. Well, we are sorry for calling suddenly, but we have a dare for an actor who has a major crush on you.” Is this a scam? A fraud? What the hell is this? This is the first time I've encountered this in my five years of modeling. “Hi, Ellaina. You probably don’t know me, but I like you. Can I maybe..drop by later?” I heard another voice speaking. It was deep and husky, and a bit sexy for me.

“Her voice was fake. She used some kind of voice changer. It didn’t sound real—it was robotic. You couldn’t even tell if she was a woman or a man.” The detective slid a photo across the table. “Is this her?” The kidnapper leaned forward and looked at it for a few seconds. Then he shook his head. “No. That’s not her. I’ve never seen this woman before.” In another room, the other kidnappers were asked the same questions. Their answers were almost exactly the same. A woman had contacted them. She called herself Maya. She spoke through a voice changer. They had never seen her face. They didn’t know who she really was.

"It will work." Haley tapped the screen. A split image appeared. The fake video on one side, her live face on the other. "My mole is mirrored. My ring light reflection is wrong. My voice has no caffeine rasp. Also, fake me says, 'look at Jack Miller,' like a tragic podcast girlfriend. I would say, 'check the boring rich guy with villain cheekbones.'" Ben's voice crackled in Jack's earpiece. "Online sentiment turning. Wait. Bot surge incoming." The comments changed.

My chest thuds with anxiety as I dial the number on Crystal Wu’s calling card that she handed me earlier. I try to be calm as I speak. “Hello? It’s me, Amber Stark. I don’t know anything about Charle's illegal businesses. But I can…” I’m interrupted when Charle’s unusual enthusiastic voice unexpectedly echoes from the other line. -[“Nice try, Amber! Do you think I will still believe you after what you did?”]- My brow knits in confusion. And then,... Crystal’s voice echoes next, laughing in mockery. -[“Oops! I forgot to turn off the AI-generated voice of your sugar daddy.”]-