James Charles Deepfake Novels & Stories

“You have a death wish, breaking into my home. Do you know who I am?” Lucas turned on his camera, bodycam already streaming, but Charles didn't know. “I know exactly who you are. The man who faked a terminal illness.” “Guards!” Charles barked. “They’re resting,” Lucas said, voice calm. “I thought they looked tired.” Charles descended slowly, a sneer cutting through his aristocratic facade. “You have guts. How did you even get past my systems?” “Professional habit.” “What do you want?” “A confession. On camera.”