James Charles Deepfake Novels & Stories

“Which brings me to the contingency. If the morality clause fails, we need another way to destroy the marriage before the board validates it. Something so damaging that even Devon’s legal team can’t spin it. Something that makes Anya look not just like a fraud, but like a woman of such low character that no board member would ever accept her as a Vance.” “What kind of something?” A pause. The tap of the cane, slow and deliberate. “There’s a man in the city who specializes in digital fabrication. Deepfakes. Convincing ones. For a f*e, he can create a video of Anya—engaging in certain acts—with an actor who resembles her enough to fool facial recognition. We release it anonymously the night be

"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

“We don’t want you dead. Dead people become martyrs. We need you... discredited.” “How?” “Simple.” He pulled out a tablet and pressed play. On the screen was a deepfake video — her face, her voice — admitting to forging documents, fabricating evidence against Wolfe Enterprises and Carrington Holdings. Aria’s stomach turned. It was her... but it wasn’t. “They’ll never believe that,” she spat. “Oh, they will. We have the networks, the journalists, the politicians in our pocket. This video will hit the net in twelve hours. You’ll be branded a liar, a manipulator, mentally unstable.”

“Come over to my side and I’ll spare your loved ones. You’re going to die in the end anyway… yadda, yadda, yadda.” Charlie and Arkady both had their brows raised in complete surprise at this bit of news. “Are you telling me,” Arkady began, “that Hades speaks to you in your dreams?” “Yup,” he said with false satisfaction. “Let me tell you, it’s loads of fun.” James’s voice was tinged with sarcasm. “Provides for interesting dreams. Oh,” he added as an afterthought, “I actually saw him in person last night. Well… in my dream, in person.” “That’s new,” Bill threw out there.

Charles replied, "but I'm going to use it for my final project in class. I can't wait to blow their minds. If it works the way I picture it, I'll get some major job offers." "Well, if it's like this, it will blow anyone's mind who sees it," Sheri said. "This one?" Charles asked, quickly typing. "Well, it looks like a wet, gnarled branch growing out of a knot," Sheri said after studying the four photos, "like the other one, but I can't tell which one is the fake."

“Dude, you okay?” Charlie knelt. “James! Come on, son. Talk to us.” He took a deep breath, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and the grains of sand. “I’m good,” he muttered and rolled over. “Just stay still for a minute,” Charlie said. “Does it hurt anywhere?” James shook his head. “No, I’m fine.” He sat up, and Tres’s father raised his eyebrows, evidently aghast. Seeing the expression, James said, “Really, I’m good. See?” He moved all of his limbs.

Penny paled just watching the video, her legs shaking as she looked up at Charlie in disbelief and demanded, "W-What is this?! I never said such things!" Seeing her panicked reaction, Charlie chuckled. "It's a video synthesized with your facial features, body proportions, clothing, the furniture arrangement in this office, and most importantly, your voice. In fact, I can generate a video of you saying anything I could think of—whether it is that you want Fleur dead…

The fake James laughed, saying, “Of course, I will treat you to a sumptuous meal and great wine. “Give me some time. I will remember you. I don’t think it interferes with our relationship, right?” Upon hearing that, James laughed as well. “You’re frank. Although you've lost some of your soul memories, your personality remains unchanged. You’re unruly and righteous.” “How shameless,” Thea said telepathically to James. “You’re taking this chance to praise yourself.” James was at a loss for words. “Please, have a seat," the fake James said. "After I deal with the matter at hand, we will have a fun time together.” Then, he took a step forward and appeared before Xzavion. He was quick.

The pain they all had to go through in the end. “Charile, let me tell you, I saw a person,” James said and looked direclty into his eyes, “She was just like Lucy and— and she said she was not Lucy Tang but some Lana Wang! Can you believe it?” He said and took out his cell phone and showed him the picture to him that he had captured secretly, “See, are you saying that I am being delusional?” “You— are you saying that she…” Charles was taken aback. In the past, he had looked for Lucy everywhere but when he found nothing, he stopped looking for her. He did not want to be sad and left with nothing again and again.

Julie froze. “Fake?” he asked, laughing bitterly again. “If the photos are fake, then what about the video? The one the whole world is watching right now?” Julie didn’t answer. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, but she couldn’t speak. “Are you still going to lie to me?” Charles asked, his voice shaking. “After everything I did for you?” Julie stood still, tears falling fast, but she didn’t speak. “Why?” he asked again, his voice low now. “Just tell me why.”