James Charles Deepfake Novels & Stories

he added. "Anyway, I see you are all dressed for work, but before you go I want to know what happened to your face. Why is there a plaster over your eyebrow?" James queried. "My wife did this to me. I almost died yesterday," Charles revealed. "What?" James screamed in shock. "Yes. The lady has changed over the weeks and she is now something else. She accused me of infidelity and in a bid to defend myself from her allegations, we got into a heated argument that led to this," he said pointing to the plaster on his face.

"Give me some time to work on it, and I will let you know when it is ready." "You have the whole night to arrange everything," Charles said, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "No more than that." I watch James carefully as his face pales slightly at Charles' words. The sinister smile sends a chill down my spine, and I can't help but wonder what Charles has planned for James and his artwork.

“It’s alright. I’ve watched ‘The Fog’, and Charlie told me that your acting was just alright. But in my movie, I’m not looking for formal acting but for the person.” James paused for a few seconds. “But this character is nothing like me. You’re asking me to act as a pretentious man. I might—” “It’s simple. It'll work as long as you can lie and pretend to be someone else. Everyone has a phony side, just like how you would portray yourself as a proper person in front of your fans. You just have to bring out that side of you.” James had nothing to say. After their food session, James left with Charlie.

“I know you’re probably not thrilled about this. I get it. But I’m not the same guy I used to be.” “Oh?” I raised a brow. “You stopped sleeping with your father’s assistants and started blackmailing corporate execs instead?” His smile twitched. “I see you’ve been keeping tabs on me.” “No, James. That’s just the news.” Charles laughed too loud. “You kids. So fiery.” I forced another smile. I was getting good at that. Smiling when I wanted to scream. I sat through the appetizer. Picked at the main course. Made polite conversation about stocks and real estate and fake philanthropy. I let James talk about his startup—some crypto-funded AI project that would “revolutionize smart homes.” He used w

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Antonio said starring at him disappointed “Call me whatever you like,I still wouldn't give a dime” Charles brought out his phone as he made a video of Antonio showing up at his house at that odd hour Immediately he started making a live video “Hi guys,I guess you all are sleeping already, well look who decided to show up at my house,yes Antonio Rasemela the fricken kidnapper, he had the damn guts to accuse me of kidnapping his own girlfriend he broke up with Just few months ago”. Charles said with a British accent faking his sadness . Suddenly tons of views and reactions started popping up

"She probably sees more honesty in me, than she had ever saw in you, over all the years you spent together," James gasped, then let out a dark chuckle. "Oh, is that what you think?" James asked, still chuckling bitterly. "You know nothing about me, and I'm sure your puny brain isn't capable of understanding me!" He spat, the insult biting. James loosened his fists and smoothened his collar. He buttoned his shirt back up, refusing to look distressed in front of Charles. He had to maintain his dignity. Understanding his actions, Charles scoffed.

“James is military-trained. If he catches me—” “Charles,” I interrupted, in a deadly voice. “I know where you live. I know your real name isn’t Charles. I know about the waitress you see every Tuesday night at Verona’s. The one with the mole above her lip. You like her enough to pretend you’re not a scumbag, don’t you?” “I—please—” “I also know about the debts,” I added, my tone still casual. “The ones you’ve been dodging. Those people you owe? They don’t scare me. But I imagine they’d be delighted if I passed along your new address.”

I replied to console him, even though it was the major worry on my mind. The next day, I was knotting my tie in front of the mirror when Sadie came in. “It’s not Derel in those pictures, right?” She asked. “Sadie, did you look at those?” I asked, alarmed. “I didn’t. My friends say it’s really awful.” “It’s not Derel.” “Who did it?” “One of the ladies I hired recently.” I replied. “Why do you think it’s one of them? Deep Fakes can be done by anyone.” She replied, and she was right. Why didn’t I see it that way?

James asked directly, scrutinizing the man’s every move. After a tense silence, he finally nodded, unable to meet James’s gaze. “Okay, I admit it. I was paid by Emma and Renata to create fake evidence that Katniss was cheating. They told me to record a video that looked like I was with her.” James’s heart raced. “So this was all a setup? And that video isn’t real?” “Exactly,” he admitted, his voice weakening. “The video was actually me with a woman who looks a bit like Katniss. If you see it on CCTV, you might think it’s her. But it’s not. It’s all just a scheme to frame her.”