Hungry Stomach Growling Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I froze mid-step, heat rising to my cheeks. Damn it. I was starving. There was no hiding it either. Maddox definitely heard. So embarrassing. “Are you that hungry?” Maddox asked from behind me. I rolled my eyes, refusing to turn around. “I’m not hungry.” As if on cue, my stomach let out the loudest, most embarrassing growl of the century, like it was deliberately trying to expose me. Maddox chuckled low, rubbing his chin like this was all some kind of joke to him. “Your stomach says something entirely different though.”

My stomach growls from within, and my hands hold onto it tightly outwardly. “Shit...” I spill when it growls again. I’m hungry, but there’s nothing I can do. Sighing deeply and standing up to go and drink some water from the bathroom, the door snaps open, and Carla, Alana, and the girl from last night draft themselves into the room. My eyes grow wide, and trust me, I know what is to happen, just not exactly how. Quickly, my head lowers to the ground, my jaw tightening to prepare myself for any smacking on the face.

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“So what happened? You think Damien was going to kiss you in front of the pack?” Another one smirked. “He doesn’t even look at her anymore unless he’s forced to. Poor thing’s still delusional.” “She thinks she’s Luna material just because she got some d,” a third whispered with a laugh, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Girl, go back to dancing, Maybe that’s the only way you’ll get his attention.” I said nothing because if I said anything, I’d break. So I bit my tongue until it bled. I was starving. I hadn’t eaten in days. The rich aroma of stew, chicken soup, sautéed vegetables, and seasoned meat swirled through my nose like cruel temptation. My stomach growled so loud, I hugged it to shut

Her stomach was growling at the delicious food she hadn't tasted in so long. "You know you want some. I can hear your stomach growling." I teased, bringing a scoop of eggs to my mouth and making a sensual moan as the tastes exploded over my tongue. Hope's eyes shot to mine and I smirked at her reaction. "I know everything you want. I can hear and smell all your desires, sweetheart." "You're an arrogant piece of shit and don't call me that. I'm anything but sweet." Hope snapped back at me, then she grabbed a container and fork sitting across her cell on the floor.

I had not eaten anything good for the past one week. I took another slice of it and gosh! I wish he wasn't here burning me with his unwavering gaze, I wanted to let out my satisfaction but he was staring. Breakfast went on silently while Angel barely touched his food. He seemed to have picked a new interest staring at me. I was so hungry that I didn't look his way until it dawned on me that my plate was almost empty and my belly growled just at that point to embarrass me. I bit my lip out of shame and glanced at Angel who chuckled amusingly at the sound of my stomach.

I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. But as much as I adored the night sky and his closeness, another craving was beginning to win the battle for my attention. I glanced toward the small table, my stomach growling softly at the sight of the steaming dishes. "But…" I teased, tilting my head with a playful grin, "I’m famished, and I can’t hold on any longer." A chuckle rumbled from his chest, deep and rich, and the sound of our shared laughter melted into the night.

Faith's POV My stomach growled with hunger making me take in a deep breath. I hadn't eaten all day. It was now dark outside and my wrists were still tied to the bed posts. I closed my eyes in pain and my stomach growled again. All of a sudden the door opened and a delicious smell hit my nose as my stomach rumbled again.

she asks. “No,” I shake my head. “I do not hear anything.” “You really don't hear it?” She frowns. When I try to say something to answer her, she covers my mouth with her hand. “Shhh. Listen to it.” We were both very quiet, and suddenly I heard a low roar. “What was that?” I ask. It's my turn to frown. “It's the monster that lives inside my stomach,” she whispers. I burst out laughing at her way of expressing to me that she is very hungry. I am also hungry. In the end we didn't have dinner, because we ended up fucking on the kitchen counter, then on the living room sofa and finally on my bed.

“Why are you just standing there like some- some creep?” He arched a brow, unfazed. “I live here.” “That’s not what I-” “Are you hungry?” he cut in, taking a second to look away from me only to return his gaze almost immediately. “I made-” “No, I’m not hungry.” It was a lie. A big, stupid, easily detectable lie. Because right on cue, my stomach betrayed me, a loud undeniable growl immediately growling between us. “Shit,” I muttered, my whole body freezing. “Shit.”