Ghost Gallbladder Attack Novels & Stories

It's something. As darkness settled around her, Cathy's stomach churned violently. A sudden, sharp movement deep within made her gasp. ‘What the hell?’ "No," she groaned, clutching her abdomen. "Not now. I can't get sick now." The sensation intensified, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It was as if something inside her was trying to claw its way out. Panic rose in her throat as another spasm wracked her body. ‘Wrong. Something's very wrong.’

Maybe I should even consider that option. I walk into the room and slam the door. I grab the nearest wall to stop myself from falling. My breath is no longer reaching my lungs and my heart is racing so fast I can’t keep count. Bile rises up to my throat and the room starts turning right in front of my eyes. I am panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. I know what is happening. It’s a panic attack; Georgia had it once.

Ziah An icy grip of fear tightened around my heart. The chilling dread of the unknown. My gut instincts warned me about that veiled woman at Vespa's dad's funeral. That woman was evil. She knew I was coming after her and attacked me with that sharp, agonizing pain that ripped through my stomach, like a hot blade slicing through butter. When I doubled over, clutching my abdomen, she disappeared. I tried to speak, but it was impossible while struggling to catch my breath.

Or maybe to just stop existing for a while. But it wasn’t hunger. It was a deep, rolling nausea, and a cramping twist low in her belly that was all wrong. It was sharper than her usual cramps. The pain spread from her ower abdoment to her back and it all sent a severe headache to her. A cold, tiny flicker of fear sparked in her chest. She shoved it down. Stress. Grief. They did things to you. This was just the bill coming due for not falling apart.

“What’s happening? How can you be fine one moment and in pain the next?” “I’ve got stomach cramps too. Could it be food poisoning?” “My head… it’s pounding.” “It’s starting for me as well—ah, it’s getting worse.” “What on earth is going on?” Within moments, nearly a third of the mourners were bent over in pain, some clutching their stomachs, others holding their heads. A few collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath and gripping their chests. The scene jolted both Louis and Adora. But Louis’ medical instincts took over.

People laughed, lived, existed — normalcy so loud it almost hurt. Calla waved from a corner table, sunglasses on, hair pinned up in a messy bun that probably cost eighty pounds to look that way. “Look who’s alive,” she said. “Barely.” “You look pale.” “New trend.” She leaned in. “Okay, no jokes. What’s going on?” I hesitated. “You ever… see things that aren’t there?” She blinked. “Like ghosts?” “Like… memories. That don’t belong to you.” “That’s not normal,” she said. “Should I be worried?”

“You’re having period cramps from not having enough nourishing food, so you have to pay more attention to it. Also, I checked when you said your stomach feels uncomfortable. You have chronic gastroenteritis, so avoid fishy, spicy, and stimulating food for now. Eat nothing raw too.” Blair finally realized that he misunderstood. He draped his jacket over Mable and carried her. “Okay. Thank you, doctor.” … Blair carried Mable and left the hospital. They went back to the Royal View Villa. Mable changed into her pajamas and was about to wash her blood-stained dress when Blair walked in with a basin of water. “Who let you touch cold water? Put it down!” Seeing that she was preparing to wash someth

“It’s a joke, lass. There’s no such thing as ghosts.” My throat hurts too much to talk, but I give him what I hope is an agreeable smile. I’m not as sure as he is that ghosts don't exists. Something attacked me down there. I couldn’t see what it was, but it sure as hell looked ghostly and I definitely felt it attack me. And it was angry. Oh, it was enraged and filled with so much sorrow and pain. Whatever it is, it's suffering and instead of being angry, I both pity and fear the entity that dwells in the catacombs.

Emily was by my side patting my back. It was happening more often—the random nauseating and discomfort. I nodded, rinsing off my mouth into the basin. “Goodness Lia! Did you vomit again?!” Jimmy exclaimed, rushing into the bathroom. I sighed as I paused, a sense of dread filling me. I noticed my symptoms came back. The same ones I had back at Harrow Wood. But this time, in addition, I had been feeling strange sensations around my abdomen. Sharp instant pains that came and vanished and strange movements which I was sure wasn't from my wolf.

But now, Adrian had no such concerns, so he executed the attack mercilessly. As both men groaned in pain, the tension in the air peaked. However, while Adrian quickly regained his composure, Gallahan was visibly shaken. He clutched the back of his head, stumbling several steps and nearly collapsing. His face was ashen, and his ears rang incessantly, making his head feel like it was about to explode. Just as he was about to roar in fury and prepare for a life-or-death battle with Adrian, a sword suddenly fell from the sky, jolting him awake. Panicking, he quickly pulled a shield from his storage pouch and held it high above his head.