Real Positive Pregnancy Test Prank Novels & Stories

I prayed that the champagne didn't affect the test. "Start the timer!" I yelled for Shay. I washed my hands and sat on the edge of the bathtub, biting the tips of my nails. Wait three minutes the pack said. The led screen on the stick will display Pregnant or Not pregnant. I couldn't handle the pressure. I couldn't handle the wait. I was fucking losing it. "What's happening Val?" Shay asked from the other side. I opened the door and walked into the room. Without saying a word I settled down on the edge of the bed and played with my fingers.

Was he trying to pull our legs or what? "Doctor" I Called fraily. "I don't understand a single word you've said. Were you paid by someone to play pranks on us or what? What's going on?" "Miss, how could I possibly wanna play pranks with something as vital as this? Everything that's done here is professional and I've got no time for pranks". "But I can't be pregnant!" I half yelled, not knowing if I were to cry or stay angry. "I...I didn't sleep with anyone. So, how can I be pregnant???"

His gaze locks onto mine, and I see it—the shift from disbelief to the dawning realization of the magnitude of what I've just said. "Vincent, seriously?" I toss him a look that's half exasperated, half amused. "I peed on like, three sticks, okay? And every single one of them screamed pregnant at me." I hold up my fingers, ticking off the tests with a playful roll of my eyes. "three for three. I'm not making this up." The man is still reeling, looking like he's been slapped by fate—a fate dressed in pink and blue, wielding a positive pregnancy test. He squints at me.

I set the phone face-down on the floor. A different number buzzed almost immediately after, one I had deliberately saved under no name because giving it a name would have made the whole thing too real, and I had been very committed to pretending it wasn't real for the past three weeks. Three weeks of carrying a pregnancy test around in my bag like it was a bomb I was too scared to detonate. Three weeks of eating crackers at 6am and telling my roommate Priya it was a new wellness thing. Three weeks of lying to myself so thoroughly that I had almost started to believe it. We need to talk.

“When you need reassurance about your relationship, you sit and talk with the person. You don’t go and trap them in a relationship with a fake pregnancy!” “I didn’t think it was fake at first,” she admitted. “I took a test and it was positive, and that’s the day that I told you. I learned later on that it was a false positive, but I figured that I had already told you… so I tried to get pregnant every day since that day I found out I wasn’t actually pregnant.” “Don’t you think I would have noticed when you didn’t give birth in the appropriate time window?” She looked at the floor and wiggled her toe on the floor. “I was going to tell you that I was overdue.”

Maria freaked out crazily in Cherry’s small crappy apartment, while the young lady was terrified about the news. “I think the tests are fake and they are not mine.” Cherry defends herself. “Lair! Who else will buy a pregnancy test and use it in your apartment, and why were you freaking out after trying them a while ago?” Maria confronts her. “You just proved that it is yours and you have conceived a child with my brother!.” She shows the test to Cherry telling her there isn't a fake in this. “No, it can’t be, I am not ready.” Cherry whispers shakily under her breath

“I just told you I was pregnant. We are expecting a baby, Dev!” He shook his head, dropping the spoon back onto the plate. “Priya, I’m not in the mood for one of your silly pranks,” he said, his voice edged with surrender. “If you’re joking with me, please stop because it’s not funny.” “Why would I joke about something like this, Dev?” Priya’s eyes began to fill with tears. “I still have the pregnancy test kit. I can show you if you don’t believe me.” He rubbed his face with his palm, as if he were dreaming and would wake up to a completely different reality, one where this conversation wasn’t happening. But that didn’t happen. His wife, who happened to be pregnant, was sitting right in fron

And our mothers sure made our dreams come true, they had made sure of our themes, and everything was just as we hoped. The girls decided to take me out for a bachelorette before the wedding, it was just a fun day spending at spas and switching to the club. That was before Cyan, no Aaron who I had gotten close to over the years decided to make a stupid internet trend, taking pregnancy test all of us. Yep, you know where this is going, three of them came back positive, both Cyan Kaleah and I were pregnant, at the same time. We decided to book an appointment with the doctor for the day after the wedding to see if it was not a mistake. But the night had already gone downhill, no alcohol for us.

I muttered in disbelief, this could be a trick, my eyes could be playing pranks on me “Congratulations, you're becoming a mother in nine months” the doctor said with a wide smile plastered on his face, but it soon disappeared when he noticed that I wasn't smiling “Um…you don't look happy, is everything alright?“ He asked and I shook my head negatively “No, everything is not alright, are you sure that I am pregnant? Like, can this be trusted? I mean, is this a prank? Did Jake ask you to do this? Or was it Clarissa?“ I asked so many questions in a row, and I could see confusion boldly written on his face

When she had it all down I took the phone away from her and began to speak. "Oh, Hello Mr. Osborne. How are you?" I wanted to be as formal as possible. Even though we knew Maria's pregnancy claim was as fake as Kim Kardashian's ass, this man could make or break Sebastian, especially if he was a publicist. He could send out fake gossip to tabloids, leak photos and even send out fake ultra sound photos in a couple of weeks. No matter how much legitimate proof we had, our case was a sheep compared to Maria's big bad wolf claim.