My Stomach Hates Me Ice Age Novels & Stories

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.

My stomach churned as the nausea came back, and I gripped the tiled wall for support. Axel’s mocking voice echoed in my mind. A shiver ran down my spine, and it wasn’t from the water, because I had increased the temperature of the water to as high as possible without hurting myself. I hate how what happened today has gotten under my skin, how Axel's presence could unravel the progress I’d made in the past few weeks.

As I took a cookie, Ice's phone rang. "Yeah, it's Ice, what's up?" He muttered into the phone while picking up a cookie. I watched the colour drain from Ice's face, making him look like a ghost. The cookie dropped from his hand to the floor as he listened to the person on the phone. "You're fucking joking" Ice spat into the phone. His tone changed from shocked to angry in seconds. "Fucking dumbass recruits" Ice hurler his phone across the room in a fit of anger.

I made my way to my room to carry out my normal night routine, when I was done having my bath and getting dressed I made my way to the kitchen to get something to eat, I opened my fridge to look for what I could eat, I scanned through when I spotted the ice cream I bought, I smiled to myself as I picked it together with biscuit to dip inside, it's not cold in my tummy anyway, I laughed silently to myself, I made myself comfortable as I dipped into the ice cream and dropped the biscuit in my mouth, it's pure heaven. I was so into enjoying my ice cream when I heard a scream, I had to turn to my tv to check if I had put it on by mistake, but the tv was off, I didn't hear wrong, I was sure I hea

I've missed the old woman, especially her kinky voice that would bite the pit of my belle. "A platter of steak please and some grilled chicken wings," I announced and Jade chuffed a sheepish smile in her mouth ready to burst. "Don't don't do that." "And oh please; vanilla ice cream with cashew nut toppings," I said, almost licking my lips. "I would have a cup of that too, make it two." She didn't want to sit sedentary and watch as I masticate and lick the ice cream down my throat, the weather is extremely harsh this time of the day and my crazy appetite wouldn't let me be; craving spicy food was the least to trigger the harshness. Considering global warming I had heard the weather forecaster

While she was busy fixing breakfast, it seems that something had upset her stomach, she wanted to be sick. Ivana gulped back the bitter saliva in her mouth, " why does my empty stomach rebel easily this morning?" She asked herself silently, trying to calm her breathing "Iam fine " she assured her while fighting off her nausea, her denial In the last few days suddenly hit her like a speeding train, it couldn't be that......

I could almost feel her looking at me, and when I glanced at her, that wide-eyed, blank expression stared back, only this time with a bit of expectation. I needed to tell her it wasn’t going to happen, that we needed to stop, that I wasn’t going to break and she shouldn’t either. All of that was decimated by my fucking stomach. How a stomach could make a high-pitched sound and turn into a gurgling rumble, I’d never know. The wonders of the human body. It was especially loud echoing off the metal walls of the elevator. Lila giggled. “Hungry, are we?” The tension fell from me, and my lips twitched up. “Maybe just a little.”

The ice looked blindingly bright, reflecting the giant scoreboard above that seemed to be counting down the final minutes of my freedom. A sharp, echoing tap on the glass broke me out of my downward spiral. I looked up, my heart dropping into my stomach. Caleb was skating slow, deliberate laps during the warmups, his Harrison captain's jersey immaculate, his golden-boy features hardened into an expression of absolute certainty. He stopped directly in front of my seat, spraying a light dusting of shaved ice against the barrier with a sharp turn of his skates.

I had struggled to sleep through the night, kept awake by the elements wreaking havoc in my delicate parts. I felt feverish and in agony. I headed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and fetched a bowl of ice cream. The cool air of the freezer was satisfying. I let the door hang open as I scooped several spoonfuls of ice cream into my mouth. My stomach rumbled violently, protesting being deprived of food for such an extended period. I clenched my stomach as the first scoop of ice cream digested in my belly. The cool sensation was so satisfying that I ate more ravenously.