Real Positive Pregnancy Test Prank Novels & Stories

Either way, it wasn't working at all. My fingers fidgeted under the desk as I waited for the doctor to return. I had taken a pregnancy test yesterday, and it came back positive, but I still couldn’t believe it. There was no way I could be pregnant. Absolutely no way. I shook my head, trying to steady myself. The past twenty-four hours had felt unreal. Ever since seeing the result yesterday, I had convinced myself there had to be some kind of mistake. That maybe the test was faulty because some times those things usually were.

Lowering her head and her voice, Liza explained " I visited the hospital where the test was being done and I exchanged your reports with a fake one. Therefore you are not pregnant !" She restrained her emotions and asked " So this is the real report. Thank goodness they could not decipher an authentic one from a fake. Thank you, Liza" " Yes, my dear friend" Liza looked at Val with a smile. With her eyes becoming glassy, Väl blinked them away, she stood up and hugged Liza who was on the other side of the cubicle. " Thank you for this" " What are friends for?" Liza's eyes squinted as she mumbled hugging Väl tightly. " Now that Kira would be stunned she was spreading the news about your pregnan

"And it's yours." "You must be kidding," is what comes out of my mouth. "I'm not." "This has to be a damn joke, Alice!" I exclaim with anger. "I would never joke about something like this," the redhead woman replies. "Look, take it! I'm five weeks pregnant!" She hands me the test, and it clearly shows the result. This is bullshit. It can't be true. "Swear to me you're not lying," I demand, gripping her chin tightly.

I get up and make my way over to my things that are scattered on the floor. I pick up the two of the pregnancy tests. "I wanted to surprise you with this." I show them to him. "The man she thought I was fooling around with was a doctor. He was talking me through the process of how to prevent another miscarriage. He told me that I have to be under constant care." I give a half smile, pretending to be sad. "I was doing all this to make you happy. I want to give you your son because I see how much it meant to you. But you cheated on me, you don't love me." I fake a sob.

No… that’s not true. I was pregnant. I felt it. I remembered the blood that night. I remembered the pain. I remembered the morning sickness, the fatigue. It was real. But my hand.my own hand scrolled further. ••••"You might find it hard to believe, but you could go to different hospitals to confirm it. Mrs. Prescott planned everything from the start. Amy told me the night you were drugged, she went into the room and put something red there to make it look like you'd lost your virginity. She was the first person you saw when you woke up, right? That wasn’t a coincidence. The hospital result you got? Fake. Arranged. They made you believe you were pregnant, and that’s how you walked into the Pr

I tell him to calm him down. - I have just received a young lady who told me that she was your friend and that you advised her to come and see me. She told me that she wanted a fake pregnancy test result, and that she would come back later with her husband. She knew about what happened between you and me, and I told her that I was going to give her the fake pregnancy test result if she agreed to have sex with me. He tells me, putting me in all my states. It's not true! How can you love women's butts so much? This doctor just doesn't deserve his job. He was willing to kill just to sleep with a woman. I hope he didn't talk too much my God!

I accidentally discovered that my boyfriend's group chat with his friends had a nickname for me: the "Prank Endurance Queen." Every month, they held a vote to decide what they would do to me next. Some suggested pretending my boyfriend wanted to break up with me. Others wanted him to sleep with his girl best friend, Yvonne Mercer. Someone even put up two thousand dollars, betting on how long it would take me to cry after I found her pregnancy test report. For the past three years, I'd thought every one of those incidents had just been some terrible coincidence. Then tonight, they tricked me into coming to what I thought was my own proposal. There were roses, a ring, even a live band. Cole La

I said and she handed me I opened then just to check once but the sign of the negative on my fertility tests made me shook to my core “What is this!” I called Dr.sham, instantly he picked up “What kind of sick joke it is doctor?!, my girlfriend is 6 months pregnant and which file you sent me are showing negative signs “I barked “ Sir I am sorry I should have sent these filed to you months ago but I called you but you never answered sir” “So what how can this be possible?, she is pregnant and here you are saying I can’t be a dad,” I said I am sure something was wrong maybe the results are wrong

“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.”