Novel & Cerita My Stomach Hates Me Ice Age

George stared at me, studying me with scrutinizing eyes. “So you made Felix lure me here?” He asked coldly, and I was about to reply when the lingering pain in my stomach worsened. Finally realizing that something was wrong, I furrowed my brows and unconsciously caressed my stomach. Knowing that there was a life in my stomach and I could not risk it, I spoke up slowly, “George, my stomach hurts.” As soon as I finished speaking, the pain intensified all of a sudden, and I broke out into a cold sweat. My legs went weak, but I held on with gritted teeth.

They had stopped giving me the slice of bread and glass of water which I was barely managing, leaving me in solitude, to perish from hunger and thirst. My stomach rambled as I sat up, and I could literally tell that my intestines, both large and small, were in a serious civil war against my stomach. Even my poor stomach would probably be facing an internal conflict, trying to protect itself from the secreted gastric acid which was meant to dissolve food, but were probably leeching the stomach walls because there was no food to dissolve. I saw little pieces of rocks along the base of the walls, and took them. I slowly checked if it was a cement fortified rock or if it was a building material,

Charia's Pov "Tell me about it!" Zara laughed after we explained what happened to me earlier in the day. "I'm glad Ice rescued you though, he might be an asshole, but he has a good heart" I looked over to Ice who made a disgusted face. "His good heart just makes me wanna stay longer" I teased and he made a puking face. "Urg. Don't you dare? I still don't want you around, stranger."

My stomach files a formal complaint. I freeze. If I make one wrong move, my gag reflex will betray me. Tessa watches me way too closely, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Well? How is it?” How is it? How do I describe this? The texture is — wrong. The flavour is — an attack. It’s like someone took expired pesto, mixed it with toothpaste, and then set it on fire just for fun. I force myself to swallow. My body fights me the whole way down.

My stomach or the norm, grumbles louder than a toilet bowl being flushed. "It's Retrograde Amnesia." Margaret corrects in a 'duh' tone, pointing her food at Veronica's direction. "That's a bad eating habit, you don't point someone your food." I tell her, digging into my tube of cookie dough ice cream, and shoveling it into my mouth.

"The facility is operational. Fully staffed. Maybe a hundred people. Mix of military and civilian. They've been there since before the freeze. They knew it was coming. They caused it." Silence absorbed that revelation. "They caused the freeze?" Maya repeated. "Deliberately?" "Not deliberately. Accidentally. It was climate control experiment. Government project to reverse global warming. They triggered runaway reaction. Temperature plummeted. By the time they realized what they'd done, eight billion people were dead." "And they've been hiding there since?" Sarah asked. "Not hiding. Managing. The facility is still trying to correct the problem. The temperature cycles—those are correction attem

I said, even though my stomach twisted. No way I was backing down now. He set the timer, and we began. The first few spoons went down smoothly. By the way, we sat in a sweet VIP spot. I downed the ice cream.. and now on the third one, I was starting to regret every life decision that led me here. On the fourth, my teeth froze and my entire brain felt like it had turned into an iceberg. Logan was still eating. Not even flinching. God, he just kept scooping like it was soup.

"Ms. Harper, the doctor mentioned you can't eat this during this period. How about eating something else? I can make it for you." Mya replied, "But I haven't had it in a long time. I just want to take a few bites." The servant looked at Mya's belly and firmly refused, saying, "Please don't make it difficult for us. Don't you remember having a stomachache for a long time the last time you ate these cold foods?" Upon hearing that, Mya reluctantly let go of the ice cream and said, "All right, I won't eat it." The servant said, "If you're hungry, I can cook you spaghetti."

Worm 2: We are not flirtatious. Worm 3: Yes, you're the only flirt. worm 4: Don't feel like you can't have children. Worm 5: We were forced to live here in your rotten stomach. The bad worm, he called my stomach rotten! Ungrateful people!! I let them live here for free on my stomach and then they would just insult me, wondering if I could slap him on both cheeks when he realized it?? But how are you going to do that Trixie? Are you going to slap your own stomach or put your hand in it? lol I'm so stupid to think that!!

Stella Veros I laughed out loud for smudging my ice cream to Axel's face. I laughed so hard until my stomach hurt so bad. He caught me and smudged back my ice cream to my face. We both laughed out loud. "Gosh.. I hate this smell" He hissed "Come here" I cupped his face and licked the ice cream from his face "Gosh.. gross" He protested and I laughed "I love this flavour starting from today" I said "It's disgusting!" He protested again. Axel took me to a food festival. There's a tons of food here. We ate nachos earlier and I wanted to try this new bubblegum flavoured ice cream. I bought the cone one and asked Axel to try it first earlier.