My Stomach Hates Me Ice Age Novels & Stories

Sharp, low in my core, and bile rose in my throat. Was the ice cream expired? I checked the label — freshly produced, the taste wasn't off. The sharp pain shifted to a throbbing, like something was twisting inside me. I clutched my stomach and a drop of sweat dripped onto the counter. Shit, someone had turned off the AC. My throat was dry and I felt so hot. The ice cream wasn't a craving anymore — it was my body begging for relief I couldn't name. "Ahh," I screamed as another wave hit me, and I almost fell off the high chair. Werewolves rarely get sick.

Khessica glowered at the other four faces in the video call - including Everest's. Jinny was busy spooning large portions of green ice cream into her mouth. Her pregnancy had given her a strange craving for freezing cold and soft food. She set down the large striped tub with a roll of her eyes. "Our girl is being a bonafide cosmopolitan bitch," she said to Khessica. "I support you, woman," she said to Everest, picking up her ice cream again.

"Ahh!" I let go of the teaspoon I was holding onto the disposable plastic bowl and touched my stomach. "What happened with you?" Bakla worriedly asked. One of his eyebrows was raised when I looked at him, although his concern seemed genuine. "My stomach suddenly hurt," I answered, and I acted like it was truly hurting to make him believe it. I winced to make it look real, and he lowered his raised eyebrow after what I did. "That's for eating an ice cream flavor that's new to you. How much does it hurt? Rate it from 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest," he asked.

I say, leaning over the table and hitting his arm. "You come in third on the happiness chart," he jokes and I just roll my eyes. "You come in fourth, behind ice cream, pizza, and Netflix," I reply, feeling super stubborn. "I guess I'll have to change that then," he smirks and I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling. "We should eat before the pizza gets cold," I tell him, opening the pizza box. "It's been so long since I've had pepperoni pizza," Gage says as he sets a couple slices on his plate.

But to Hestia, it’s not. Cold temperatures are not her friend for today, she hates everything cold with a passion. Just a while ago, during lunch break.. She was eating a chocolate chip ice cream, because it is part of the menu today and with just one bite, she’s writhing in pain. She was able to suppress the groans, and not contort her face in the expression of pain. But it didn’t go unnoticed by those who also suffer the same thing she does.

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"

And there was also no more bed, only water and a tiny light that quickly extinguished as I sank deeper and deeper into the icy bottom of what seemed to be a carpet formed by ice plates. Calling that ice cream was at least a joke. I was falling into what should be the heart of ice of some creature forgotten by God, sinking against waters that sucked me into a kind of whirlpool, and being swallowed as fast as a bird trapped under the paw of a cat. There was nothing but dark and cold water against my eyes, and I failed to keep the fright stuck in my chest to avoid panting, and I ended up swallowing water. It burned, burned, hurt in the back of the stomach, as if it were liquid lead. I got despe

He complained. "What happened?" Leonica questioned Astrid, her voice urgent. "I think his stomach ache is as a result of consuming ice cream, too much of it." Astrid explained. "Too much ice cream?" Leonica glanced questioningly at Ashely. The child shrunk under his mother's gaze and admitted. "I...ate lots and lots of ice cream last night. I'm sorry mommy."

That dark, predatory smile that always made my stomach flip. My eyes widened as he reached into the glass and fished out one large, glistening ice cube. Jesus Christ. He was going to use that on me again. The last time he’d done this, I’d nearly passed out from how intense it felt, burning cold against my overheated pussy while he ate me like a starving man.

As I was conflicted and battled with my inner thoughts and my desire, a catastrophe happened. Grrrrrr. My stomach growled. I held my tummy and looked at it with a pair of rounded eyes. ‘Of all times, why now?’ I am so sure Hogan heard it. 'Oh gosh. I wished I could dig a hole in the ground and jump down!' The heat rose to my head as I slowly lifted my eyes and met Hogan’s gaze. He was staring at my stomach before he looked into my eyes. ‘That was so embarrassing!’ “You,” he spoke.