Kepala Pusing Saat Lapar Novels & Stories

The air was hot and stuffy, and it was hard to breathe. I sat down on the floor, my back against the wall, and closed my eyes. I tried to think of something else, anything else, but all I could focus on was my hunger. My mind started to play tricks on me, and I began to see food everywhere. A plate of spaghetti, a slice of pizza, a juicy burger...my mouth watered at the thought. I tried to distract myself by thinking of other things, but it was no use. My hunger was too overpowering. I felt weak and lightheaded, and my stomach continued to growl. I knew I needed food soon, or I would faint from hunger.

It's embarrassing for you. "Hubby." "Oh?" "I'm hungry." "Again?" he asked with a frown. "Oh great, I didn't eat well earlier." "Wow, why can't you eat properly there, you've used up the dish and rice at home." "Ahahaha because I missed what I ate earlier." I said and shook my head. it's fast because my stomach is really hungry, my stomach worms are very demanding, it's really annoying. "Ah, ehh, never mind." I said and leaned my head against the window. I smiled as I thought of something, I must have a remembrance.

Julian's lips twitched, and he fell silent. Stella was sitting beside him while Keegan was sitting across him. He knew who kicked him. "What did you say just now?" Stella asked as she glanced at Julian. Julian muttered, "Nothing." When Stella saw how Julian had stopped eating, she asked, "You're full just by eating that little? The exam only ends at one thirty. Will you last till then if you eat that little?" Julian answered with a straight face. "The brain is more alert when one is slightly hungry. On the other hand, the brain works slower when one is too full."

Why is everything spinning? I need to get to my phone. Maybe I could ask him where he keeps his Pepto. Now that I'm standing, I'm feeling like everything is trying to push its way up. And I'm selfish and want to keep the food in my belly! I cling to the wall as I climb up the stairs. My head is starting to pound. I'm probably needing my pain meds. I didn't notice what time it was when I came downstairs for the door. My head is starting to hurt in earnest now. I don't know why, but that pizza makes me a little sick. I just need to reach my medicine and I should be fine...

Chelsea sat beside him, Russell sat opposite him, it was obvious who kicked him. "What did you just say?" Chelsea glanced at him. Noah pressed his lips together and said, "It's nothing." Chelsea saw him stopped his chopsticks so she asked, "Are you full with just that little food? The exam doesn't end until 11:30, can you last until then with such a small meal?" Noah said seriously, "Having a slight feeling of hunger makes the brain more alert, while eating too much actually slows it down." Chelsea hummed, "A bunch of nonsense."

It was evident that they had no intention of providing a decent meal, only serving me a reminder of my captivity. But hunger has a way of overpowering one's senses, and despite my initial revulsion, my stomach rumbled loudly, betraying my true need for nourishment. Frustration welled up inside me as I struggled with the conflicting emotions of hunger and disgust. How could they expect me to resist when I hadn't eaten in what felt like an eternity? Each passing moment only intensified the ache in my stomach. It felt as though my insides were consuming themselves, pleading for sustenance.

I was also hungry. *** I woke up very early, feeling hungry and, at the same time, dizzy. My stomach kept rumbling, but I could not stand up. I placed my hand around my stomach, waiting for a miracle. I wondered why I still felt dizzy when I slept early last night. I suddenly remembered that I had been ordered to go to work today. I stared at the wall clock, and my heart sank into my stomach. I jumped out of my bed, and my vision went blank immediately.

I'm sure not in the mood to spend even more time with him. Once breakfast is delivered, I feel like I'm starving. Even still feeling nauseous, I dig in. In the end, I feel like I'm going to puke from eating too much, I think that was more than I have ever eaten. No wonder by the amount that I puked during the night and beforehand.

Beatrice Pov Being heavily pregnant and breastfeeding makes me hungry easily. I have a big appetite, and I often feel uncomfortable bothering the chef who's always waiting for my orders. He doesn't mind because Oscar pays him well, but I feel sorry for him. Because of me, he has to stay up all night. Every dish prepared by expert hands tastes so special. I feel like I'm eating at an expensive restaurant all the time. Sometimes, at 11 p.m., I'm hungry and ask to eat.

Shit, no, no, no, not now stomach, this is seriously not a good time for you to be hungry. “Ethan, focus,” Asher, deep voice, snapped me back to the class. “Sorry,” I muttered, as I pinched my thighs, forcing my eyes to focus back on the notes, he continued his explanation and now my mind was being torn in two. As my stomach continue to growl and growl, with each growl growing heavier, and my eyes and mind tried to stay focused on the topic. But food…food… I really need…grrrrrrr.