Kepala Pusing Saat Lapar Novels & Stories

Wow, this looks delicious and it smells so amazing that my stomach growls very loudly. Oh my someone is ready to eat right now. Believe me, I am ready to devour every piece of food. I can tell by the way your stomach is sounding. Great I just died of embarrassment right now. Don’t worry it is fine it just means that you have a healthy appetite. Could you just bring that over here before I die of starvation?

"Just eat it and you'll die. Simple." I manage a smile as I sit up on the bed. Lana sets the tray in the middle and sits on the edge of the bed. I grab the glass of orange juice as she bites on the piece of chicken. "How are you feeling?" She asks quietly with sympathy-filled eyes. "I feel like shìt." I mutter. "I've slept the whole night and the whole day. My head is spinning. My stomach is rumbling. I'm starving but I don't have an appetite."

"I'm fucking calm!" "Yes, you are," I murmured sarcastically. My stomach rumbled softly, a familiar but unwelcome sensation. It had been doing that for some time, but I still couldn't bring myself to swallow any food. "I'm hungry, but nothing seems to be passing my throat. I don't know what to do," I admitted, my frustration evident.

Each paragraph layered recognition onto fear until my chest felt tight with it. I had not been hungry in days. The meals arrived on schedule. I sat at the table. I lifted my fork. I swallowed because eyes were on me, because not eating invited concern, and concern invited oversight. But the desire was gone. Food felt foreign. Heavy. Negotiated rather than wanted. I read until my eyes burned, until the words blurred and I had to pause, pressing my fingers into my temples as a headache bloomed behind my eyes. The pressure in my abdomen returned in slow, uneven waves, tightening and releasing without rhythm.

My head is muddled and starting to pound, and the nausea is so severe it feels like it's strangling me as my guts grumble. “It can’t be anything we ate yesterday, or you would be sick too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I point out, only half aware of my surroundings. Starting to shiver and agree that bed is where I need to go. Jyeon leans his cheek against my head and cuddles me in tight. His body tenses.

Many bad and evil thoughts swirled around inside lukas’s head like a dark storm. A sly and wicked smile slowly grew on his lips as he thought about his next moves. "I will start by—" However, before he could finish thinking about his next evil step or say more words out loud, his stomach suddenly started to growl very loudly. It was a deep, rumbling sound that broke his focus completely. He quickly looked down at his expensive watch on his wrist. The time showed only 10:30 in the morning. Lukas made an annoyed clicking sound with his tongue and shook his head. "Oh, come on now! It is only half past ten. Why am I already feeling so hungry like this? This is not fair!"

The thought of facing the consequences of my unfinished responsibilities fills me with a sense of unease and discomfort. After I take a moment to catch my breath, hunger pangs begin to gnaw at my stomach. A full day of fasting, fueled by my determination to restore the abode to its former glory, has left me famished. The emptiness in my belly serves as a stark reminder of the sacrifices I have made in pursuit of perfection.

The whole kitchen burst into laughter. Eventually the conversation settled, and the warm excitement of the reunion slowly turned back into the usual rhythm of the kitchen. That was when my stomach reminded me I hadn’t eaten much all morning. A sudden wave of hunger hit me so hard it almost made me sway. “Whoa,” I muttered quietly. Jessica noticed immediately. “You okay?” “I’m just really hungry,” I said, pressing a hand lightly to my stomach. And maybe a little dizzy. Pregnancy hunger was apparently no joke.

The familiar bulge pressing against my stomach. Already?! Jesus, what does he eat?

Who am I to stop their game when they weren’t even trying to hurt anyone? Shaking my head again, I walk to the kitchen quickly to grab my breakfast before these little ones eat me alive. My stomach is grumbling so much by the time I sit down, that I feel like a monster is inside. Are these little ones supposed to be so voracious all the time? Or is it because they are hybrids?