Fake Girlfriend Voice Novels & Stories

"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.”]-

On the right was what appeared to be the same photo, but with Giselle digitally inserted across from me. "She's good," I admitted. "This would fool most people." "The recordings are trickier, but not impossible. Voice synthesis technology has advanced significantly. All she'd need is samples of your voice, which she probably has from old videos or voicemails and she could create convincing fake conversations." My phone buzzed with a text from Lexi. "Can we talk? I'm coming over." I looked up at Marcus. "She's on her way here." "Good. Show her everything. The phone records, the security footage, the photo analysis. Facts are your best weapon against manipulation."

I greeted softly. There was no response from the other side, which made me think that we might have lost the connection. I moved the phone away from my ear to check, but we were still connected. "Hello? Who is this?" I asked again. This time in a slightly louder voice. Still the same, no answer. My eyebrows knitted together in surprise. I waited for a while before finally hearing a voice that sounded like it had been faked using a special tool/app. "Nikkie...?" asked the voice on the other side.

"Roosevelt, listen to me, I swear I have never had that conversation, I don't want a divorce. You are my wife." "I know you didn't say it," I replied, lifting my chin. "Nixie and I later figured it out. It was an AI-generated voice clone. She used a clip from your Tech Innovation speech to create it. She faked it, Zyran, she sent it to me to break me down, to make me so insecure that I would stay home tonight and let her take my place." I waited for him to realize the truth. I wanted him to see that the woman he was protecting was manipulating him and trying to destroy our marriage.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

I took out my phone and placed it at an angle so that I could look at her face through the reflection without having to turn her way. "I couldn't help but overhear," I started a conversation with a fake croak voice, and from the reflection on my phone screen, I could see her looking up at me. "Your new boss sounds horrible." Faith tried to peek at my face out of curiosity, maybe to see if I was talking on the phone or not, but I managed to keep myself hidden. She then let out a sigh. "I think you're talking to me. I wish I could tell you if that was true or not. But I don't even know him enough to affirm that."

Florence took a deep breath and put on her best fake smile. “What is it this time, Emma? Are you going to tell me that he has a hidden family in Thailand or that he has a secret son? These gossips are ridiculous, I don’t even know why you even listen to them,” Florence rolled her eyes and mimicked her friend’s pose. “No?” Emma sounded offended. “And I don’t believe these gossips either, it’s just fun to share them with you. Who would I talk to about this? Anyway, this is the real deal, came from an official source.”

“Luma?” Nova nodded. “Short for Luminous. It’s already trending. No face yet. Just a voice calm, clear, algorithmically engineered to sound like you, minus the rage.” Cassian’s hands curled into fists. “Another ghost. Another simulation.” Aria turned to the cabin window again. Her voice was low. “They can copy my voice all they want. But they can’t fake the cost.” Nova said nothing. Neither did Cassian. Because that was the part no simulation could synthesize.