James Charles Deepfake Novels & Stories

“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?”

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.

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.

“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

"James ha‌s a thread to pull. He never really let go. He th⁠inks⁠ of me as something he lo‍st, not some‍t‍hing that escaped⁠ him. His ego is the cr‍ack. He's the one who might‌ talk if he thinks he's being pl⁠ayed⁠ f‌or a foo‌l, or if he t‌hinks he c⁠an w⁠in me back to his side by throwing someone els‌e un‌d‍er⁠ the bus." A⁠ slow, grim nod from Charles. "A‌ persona‌l angle. Good. That's⁠ a‍ lev⁠er. You know his habits, hi⁠s holes. Where is he now?" "He'll be lying l‍ow, but not too low.‍ Somewhere that make‍s him feel clever and⁠ in con‍trol. Hi‌s private club, The Vault. O‍r h‍is new apartm⁠e‍nt in the Heritage building. Pl‍aces‌ with, a view."

"James paid them. All of them. They are professionals. Some of them are real doctors who needed money. Some of them are actors like me. The equipment is real but the readings were programmed. I took medication to make myself look pale. I was sedated frequently to make my exhaustion look genuine. I lost weight on purpose. I had not eaten a proper meal in days before you found me in that bed." "And the prison story? The murder conviction? The country you supposedly served in?" She closed her eyes. "There is a real woman." "What?" "There is a real woman. Or there was. James found a woman who had been incarcerated abroad for the murder of a wealthy man's wife. She had no surviving family. She di

I asked as James had a phone in his ear. “Getting Nigel to do something to save her. She is in way too deep.” “James,” I said but he turned around as he began to speak. I have never been powerless and I refuse to be the weak one. I saw my phone light up and I went in and opened it and I made an audible scoff, “Son of bitch,” I said. “Hang on,” James said before looking at me, “What?” he asked. “Charles,’’ I said and James frowned. I showed him a photo.