James Charles Deepfake Novels & Stories

Blake and I sat there quietly so he could concentrate on what he was doing. "Well, this is strange," James said, still typing into the computer. "Is the photo fake?" Blake asked "In a way, yes. James said, " this is you in the picture and Veronica," and my chest began to hurt. "That can't be true. I didn't touch her," Blake said "You didn't let me finish. This is you and Veronica, but everything else has been photoshopped. Let me do something real quick," James said while working on his computer.

The boardroom lingered in whispers, with several members trying to rationalize what they’d just witnessed. "I'm sure someone’s playing a trick on Mr. Ferguson," one man muttered. "Even if he had those issues, he’d never rely on fraudulent sources. He has the money for the best, most discreet treatment." Another agreed, “Yes, yes, exactly.” But Charles sat back with a smirk, clearly entertained. James’s jaw clenched as he tried to shake off the embarrassment, steeling himself to continue. "Back to the presentation," he said, resuming as if nothing had happened.

RONALD The flashes were blinding. A hundred tiny lights exploding in my face as I stood behind the mic, my tie knotted too tightly around my neck. I didn’t flinch though, I kept my posture straight, my face calm and tone measured. The statement had already been written and memorized. “The viral video circulating online involving myself and my fiancée’s brother is a deep fake, an AI-generated fabrication with malicious intent. I am currently engaged to my fiancée, Kyla Johnson, and our wedding plans are proceeding as scheduled.”

Just then, James stopped and shielded me from the reporters before turning to them. “The scandal is all a lie. We all know how crazy AI is these days. They can make anything look real. Freya and I have nothing with each other. Why will I cheat on my girlfriend? I might not look like it, but I'm faithful to my girlfriend.” He explained and I fought the urge to scoff at his righteous words. Faithful, my foot. “Mr James, there has been no appearance of your so-called girlfriend until this scandal. How can we be sure this is not a plan to cover up the scandal?” The reporter asked again and I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering how he had seen through our facade.

She whipped her head around to look at me. I chuckled coldly, fed up with her sheer stupidity. She truly deserved whatever happened to her. At that moment, Sarah finally regained her composure and pointed a finger at me. "I can prove this video is fake! Ever since university, Jonathan has been jealous of Lenard. More than once, he's told me he wants to utterly destroy Lenard. I never thought he would be so obsessed that he'd go as far as to create a deepfake." She paused, putting on a heartbroken expression. "In truth, Jonathan and I are the ones in that video. He just edited Lenard's voice in afterward. That's exactly the sort of thing he's an expert at, isn't it?"

He crossed to me. “There are screenshots circulating,” he said. Low. Entirely even. “Someone has phone records. Messages between us from the early weeks. The original arrangement terms.” He held my gaze. “It reads as manufactured. The framing is that you were never more than a paid stand-in positioned by the family.” I looked at the journalist across the room. At Ryan beside her. At the phone still angled at its recording position. “Ryan,” I said. “Yes.” His voice was flat. “Harold is already on it. We need to—”

she said over and over again hoping that the lawyer believes her. Mr James gasped moving his hand gently to his phone, he clicked on the voice recording application without her knowledge, he cleared his throat “what did you just say? Are you saying that Charles came with fake papers? I don’t understand.” She nodded “that’s exactly what I am saying, he came with fake papers, he plans to take everything from Melanie and render her homeless, he isn’t whom you think he is sir, Charles is a monster who maltreats his wife cause he knows she is sick and would never remember, you must not let him do this to my best friend” she said bitterly.

The cameras snapped in rapid bursts. “I want to start by saying,” he began smoothly, “that I am a man of integrity. These accusations being circulated online are false. They are lies generated to damage my reputation.” Reporters called over one another. “What about the videos?” “Are you denying you’re in them?” “Multiple women have come forward…” He raised a hand, a gesture of practiced control. “The so-called ‘videos’ you’re referring to are AI-generated fabrications. Deepfakes. In this digital era, anyone can make anything. That is not me.”

Seraphina screamed hysterically, "T-That's fake! That's a fake recording! Deepfake AI! Chloe deliberately slandered me!" "Deepfakes?" Chloe tilted her head, her aura pressing against Seraphina until the woman's knees trembled. "The timeline, bank transactions in Switzerland with serial number 994-00-B, down to the DNA on the hotel bed sheets that my team has collected... Do you want me to dissect them all one by one in front of the assembly of werewolf elders?" Seraphina stumbled backwards, her dress caught on a chair, falling embarrassingly. Her holy falsehood, her "White Lotus" mask that had drugged Julian for three years... was crushed to pieces by Chloe's merciless high heels.

“I… I don't think I understand what you just said. What do you mean Charles pretends to be Zane” “Charles is the motherfucking founder of Kikachat, I had closed the Zane’s account for good but he hacked through, chatted with my Rita and even revealed himself to be Zane. That would have just end it there because Rita won't go back to her ex boyfriend Zane because she loves me, Finn but..but Charles is wicked, he went through our conversation, he saw our..our..” Finn rushed his words then stuttered as he tried to catch his breathe. “Your what?”