Real Positive Pregnancy Test Prank Novels & Stories

He released me after he see I couldn't breathe. He walk over to his wardrobe and brought forward the pregnancy test strip. "You will go in there now and do the urine test and if it tests negative just know you're dead he whispered and I smiled lightlyathimd if it tests positive I said as I glared hard at him but he snarled as he pushes me inside the bathroom. My hand was shaking I know I do be in trouble if it didn't test positive I was only playing a prank on him now he took it seriously. Though I was feeling sleepy and eating more unlike before something changed in my body system. The fear I felt now I won't dare to play another trick on him cause he won't spare me if I tried any nonsense

*Mike POV* . . . At first I knew she was pregnant but she really got me when she said she will prove it by giving me the rest result. My heart was beating but I managed to hide the reaction on my face. She took a brown envelope and gave it to me. I opened it and scanned through it only to realize that it was fake. She wanted to prank me. That's when I started regaining my sanity. The write up was so suspicious. Doctor's don't write letters that way.

While Pravi’s eyes widened when she saw Mishri’s gift. . ‘Dear Bhabhs, The Pregnancy test kit will show two pink lines and here is the example.' . Pravi saw the pregnancy test kit had 2 pink lines in it. . “Are you pregnant?”, Boomed Pragati’s voice and the test kit fell on the floor. Before she could have made her understand that this was the Prank of Mishri. Pragati had already seen the result of that kit and ran out of the kitchen. “You are indeed pregnant. I am going to be an aunt. Bhaiya is going to be a father. We are going to have little Pravi !!”, Pragati started saying without noticing that Pravi was speaking something.

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa

One of which involved faking a pregnancy. When she'd told me she was pregnant for me, she'd demanded that I do the right thing by proposing to her so her parents wouldn't disown her. I'd felt pressured and thought the best thing to do was propose to her. But I'd kept it lowkey. When she'd shown me the tests result that said she was positive, I'd had my suspicions because when I looked the clinic up online, there'd been no such thing as the hospital name or location. I'd managed to wait for the right time when she urinated in the toilet without flushing it. I'd quickly given it to my trusted doctor. Two days later he had given me the original results, showing me that she was indeed never preg

“They will know I lied when the doctor comes here…” “But it’s not a lie.” “What?” I asked. Then I remembered the unused pregnancy tests and the birth control pills in the bathroom. I was too preoccupied with baby making activities to actually use them. “No. No. No way,” I muttered. I can’t be pregnant. There was no way that shit was true. I could barely take care of myself, talk less of a baby. How was I going to fix this? What was I going to do? The doctor arrived later with the fake Dumbledore in tow. He checked my health and took a quick pregnancy test. It came back positive. Then he took a urine sample to take to the hospital – I had to force myself to do it, hoping it did not come pos

“luckily for you, I know the best way to get rid of this shit. When was the last time you played a prank on Noah?” “I’ve never done that before.” Natalia replied. “No wonder you look so dried out, sis! Do you know if he wants a baby?” Natalia shrugged. “He did mention one recently. Surprisingly.” Wendy nodded. “There’s one way to test that. I’d just feed you a fake pregnancy and see how he’d react.” “What?” “It’s just herbs, not dangerous, trust me. It would make you, and any other practitioner think that you are pregnant without tests, of course.” Wendy whispered.

Jonah turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared, and then he dropped his head on the steering wheel with a long, frustrated groan. "I'm going crazy. I'm really going crazy," he muttered, his voice muffled by his own arm. He lifted his head, staring at me like I was an alien. "Pregnant? You're pregnant, Hazel?! Where did that ultrasound photo come from?!" I laughed, leaning back in the comfortable leather chair. "Oh, that? I bought it online. There are filming prop stores that can print fake documents like that, complete with fake names. Express delivery. Fascinating, right?"

Fast delivery even more so. I stepped into our quiet home and leaned against the door for a moment, exhaling slowly. We were playing a dangerous game with Reginald Blackwood. But for the first time since that red invitation arrived, I felt like we might actually have a chance of outsmarting the patriarch. Now I just had to convince my husband that his wife was about to become the best fake pregnant woman in Florida. Just as I kicked off my shoes, the phone on the console table rang — the front desk line.

“Where did you get these? These can’t be real.” When I didn’t respond, she blinked at me with glossy eyes, yet no tears filled them. She was a good actress, but not perfect. “Hm. You don’t seem surprised in the least.” I mused, tapping my finger on the second envelope. “This is absurd. Clearly, these were photoshopped! What kind of a monster would pull a prank like this on a pregnant woman?” She gasped, placing her other hand on her chest. “You better hurry up with the theatrics. Your food will be out any minute, and you're wasting our time,” I said, and she dropped her hands, scowling at me.