Cara Licik Membuat Testpack Menjadi Positif Novels & Stories

Sharpe’s expression did not change. “I know they show a positive result,” I explained. “But I have to be certain, because I read on the internet that wearing a scent blocker for too long can give a false positive, and I’ve been doing that a lot.” “I see,” Dr. Sharpe took one of the white sticks. “I’m going to ask you some basic questions, now, Revon. Will that be okay?” I nodded. “What are the symptoms you’ve been having that make you think you might be pregnant?”

When she saw one dark red line and one faint line, her hand trembled, and the test fell on the floor. “What’s wrong?” Titus heard something falling on the floor, and he hurriedly knocked on the door. “I-I’m fine. I dropped my toothbrush by accident.” Carol picked up the test and put it back in the box. She hid it in the cabinet under the washbasin. She also hid the remaining test kits in there. Once done, she sneakily took out her phone to check. Most of the people online said that if the test kit showed one dark line and one faint line, it was a sign of the early stages of pregnancy. Carol’s heart started racing.

A drug-testing cup. "What is this?" I demanded, staring at the plastic. "That's your ticket out of our room, Virek," Miller growled, his eyes narrowing to tiny slits. "We aren't stupid. Yesterday you smelled like a perfume. Today you come in here smelling like Kael's personal closet. Your speed records are fake. Your first-line chemistry is fake." "I passed my league registration tests," I lied through my teeth, my fists clenching hard, my nails bit into my palms.

she says, sliding everything onto the table. I sit back down, trying to keep my face as neutral as possible. She starts mixing ingredients, and her movements are quick and precise. “This will mimic the pregnancy marker in the test. You’ll need to take it one minute before you touch the powder.” When she’s done, she pushes a small, chalky pill into my palm. “One minute before. Understand?” I twirl it between my fingers, then laugh nervously. “What if I was actually pregnant but wanted to hide it?”

◆ LORENZIO ◆ "Negative." "Yep." I sighed and glanced at Mykaela. The doctor we just saw confirmed it himself. Verified it twice with a blood test and a scan, just minutes after he asked us why we suspected I got her pregnant. Now we had real proof after he gave us all the information we needed. Of course that alarming test result last night yielded a false-positive. Mykaela and I had been careful all week. About two weeks now, actually.

Silas listened while I began to explain the formulations we decided on and how the test of the antidote on the patients in our clinic went. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he watched the liquid broth being ladled into several large jars, and an attendant took them out of the lab. On another side, the powders for the inhalation method were being packaged into small, unit-dose sachets. Silas and I watched. Meanwhile behind us, Alaric spoke with the head of the lab team. But every so often I could feel his intense gaze on me, and it felt like he was attempting to bore a hole through me by sheer force of will.

“You’re drinking? Are you insane? You’re pregnant!” She looked at me over the rim of the glass. Her eyes were cool, clear, dangerous. “No,” she said softly. “I’m not.” The words were quiet. But they landed like a bomb. “What?” “Not pregnant,” she repeated, smiling like she was giving me the most normal information. “I never was.” I blinked. The floor tilted. “I lied.” My jaw clenched. “What do you mean you lied? You faked the test?” She turned her head and looked out toward the garden, a breeze lifting her hair. “I added a few drops of soap to the sample. That’s all it takes. A little protein breakdown to mess with the results.”

Chris cleared his throat and brought out an envelope from his bag. "Alpha, here is the test result." "Is it positive or negative?" I asked Dr. Chris, hesitating to collect the test result from his grasp. "You can take a look, Alpha Benson," Dr. Chris said with a smile, and I asked him, using my Alpha aura on him. Taking him off guard, I suppressed his wolf and asked with a cold voice, "Did you tamper with this result?" "No, Alpha Benson. The test results are accurate," Dr. Chris replied.

"It triggers it." The silence that followed had weight. "It accelerates the full possession," Claire said. Not a question. "Yes." Lena looked up. "The Harrow healer figured that out on the third test. She ran it on four pack members. Two were clean. One had a shallow mark and it extracted correctly." A beat. "The fourth had been carrying the mark for six months." Lena's voice went flat. "The test completed the possession in under a minute." Julian's hand on the table, completely still.

The look in my eyes said enough. She hesitated. Her fake bravado cracked like cheap glass. “I already did the test,” she muttered. “Where? Which hospital?” Because if she actually had a pregnancy test in the pack clinic and it turned out positive, the pack doctor would have called to congratulate me. “I… I went to a private clinic.” Her voice was barely audible now. “Outside the pack.” Of course. How convenient. I stood and watched as she fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. “Here,” she said, holding it out to me. “This is the result. Go through it and tell me if I'm right or wrong.”