Real Positive Pregnancy Test Prank Novels & Stories

I played with my fingers, an act I do whenever I was anxious or scared, picking my finger to my lips, I started biting my nails as tears trickled down my eyes. What was I going to say to my father, mother and my supposed husband and his family? I made my way as quickly as I could back to the trash can as I picked up the pregnancy test stick. I stared at it for a while and dropped it back into the trash, I’d thought a miracle would happen and somehow the test would turn back negative. But it was still positive, it remained that way. ‘How accurate are PT strips/sticks?’ I typed into g****e and crossed my fingers as I hoped I’d get an answer that would calm me down, I scrolled through all 1,987

She asked annoyedly, “Why can't one of the maids go buy a pregnancy test or something?” “Because, my lovely Christa,” he said, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice, “there is such a thing as false positives and false negatives. The smart thing would be to get it done at a hospital. Now go get ready, we leave in thirty minutes.” Christa groaned and made her way back upstairs to change. She searched her bag and grabbed a package, heading into the bathroom to use it. It was a pregnancy test. Though she had feigned being pregnant and had gone through certain measures to get herself pregnant, she was not sure if she really was. She didn't want to do the test in the hospital and it would turn

For the first time in weeks, a tiny, fragile spark of hope flickered in my chest. *Is this what she could come up with? A pregnancy to stop my wedding? Not so bad, sis. Not so bad at all.* Andrea reached into the brown envelope with steady hands and pulled out a sheet of paper — a fake test result printed on official-looking medical stationery, complete with a fake clinic logo and neat columns of numbers. She held it up high so the front rows could see it clearly, her chin lifted in defiance. Gasps and murmurs exploded across the cathedral like fireworks. The sound rolled through the pews in waves.

“Dude? Do you think I am stupid? Why would I send you ten million just because you asked me to?” I let out and finally let out the laugh that I have been holding. “Bu— but you said.” “Bu-but you said!” I mimicked his words to mock him. “Did you really think I would send you the money? I was just having fun! You see, I am home alone, pregnant, and bored so I thought it would be fun to play with you!” I told him. My pregnancy wasn’t a secret because photos of Andres and me spread on the internet that day we visited the hospital and there was even one of me stuffing my mouth full of pineapple pizza.

Fiona scrunched up her nose as Ryan literally poked the test stick into her face. “Negative?” I repeated. I felt my heart squeeze as the word came out of my mouth almost as a whisper. My eyes earnestly clung unto Ryan. This has to be one of his mind twisting games because??? “Come to think of it,” she wrapped one of her arm under the other, pointing her finger under her chin, saying. “Meaning she actually tricked you Ryan, she wasn't pregnant anymore ,” she stated. “She only used that plot to get a free ride.” She grinned maliciously as she clapped her hands together.

"I'm not going through with it." "You have a press release that says otherwise." "She sent it at five in the morning." His cup went down on the table. "I woke up to it the same way everyone else did." I watched his hand on the table. Flat. Still. "The pregnancy," I said. "I know it's fake." I looked at him. "Three weeks ago." He held my gaze. "The dates don't work. I ran them twice then called the clinic. They wouldn't confirm anything."

"What test?" She pulled a pregnancy test from her jacket. "This test. The one I bought yesterday when you threw up after smelling coffee." My hands shook as I took it. "This is not possible. We have been careful—" "Careful is not foolproof. Especially when you are living in constant danger and stress does weird things to birth control." Sienna pushed me toward the stall. "Take it. Now. Before I make you." Five minutes later, I stared at two pink lines.

- I said. Rick pressed play and the presentation video he had prepared began to play on the screen. It began with images of Mari's party and the waiter admitting that he had drugged me, with the image of the test right after. Then he played the video that Patrício made of Bruna and Ana Carolina. They felt uncomfortable and when she seemed like she was going to start screaming I signaled for her to be quiet and said it wasn't over yet. We got to the best part of the video, the part about the fake pregnancy. Rick made an animation, telling the story of the day of the appointment, the doctor running the fake test, his secretary telling everything and ending with the test that proved she wasn't

We used to do pranks on each other and we always fall with each of them which makes something as serious as my being pregnant so hard to believe. “Is this a prank?” Calvin asks, “Because if it is, I swear I will get you for it.” “It’s not a prank,” I told Calvin. But disbelief was still printed on his face. “Lana, stop it now,” Calvin said irritably, “You win okay? Is that what you want to hear?” He asks getting mad at me. I reached for his hand and gently touched it as I continue to make eye contact. “It’s all true, Calvin,” I said as I look straight into his eyes, “I am pregnant.”

Ann whined like a baby and I chuckled. “What if I told you that it's a prank?” I joked and she sent me a deadly glare. “You wouldn't dare! That's not even possible because you showed me the pregnancy test stick that came out positive.” “The red lines weren't real, I used red ink to do that.” Just pranking Tyler and my dad isn't enough, Ann should be pranked too. Her face formed a deep frown, “You can't be serious, you know that's very expensive to prank me with? Do you know the plans I've started making already? Don't tell me that shit!”