Stomach Ache Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My stomach grumbled out loud and I held onto it feeling the sharp bite of hunger. “Hang on. Just a little bit more.“ I placed a hand on my stomach, muttering some words of affirmation like that was the food it needed. My back was beginning to ache fom sitting on the cold marble floor. My eyes stung from crying. But, still I wasn't about to give up. Suddenly, the faint sound of someone returning and My head jerked up instantly as Damien wheeled closer. His expression was cold as ever, even though he looked exhausted His eyes locked on mine, and I could feel the coldness in them.

Damian would dart past us with playful laughter, running circles around us, teasing and encouraging me with his boundless energy. Despite the discomfort, I found myself savoring the moment, not for the jog itself, but for the love surrounding me. One evening, as I strolled through the garden, soaking in the fading light and trying to calm my thoughts, an agonizing pain shot through my stomach. I froze, clutching my belly as a second wave hit, sharper and fiercer than the first. My knees buckled, and a strangled scream escaped my lips before I could stop it. The pain was relentless.

He nods his head, but I can tell that he still blames himself for something that is completely out of his control. For a long moment, we just stay like that — his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with mine, our heartbeats thrumming in sync. We pull apart just as the pain starts low, a throbbing ache that spreads through my abdomen and radiates outward, building until it feels like fire is burning beneath my skin. “Alec…” I gasp, clutching my stomach. Alec wraps his hand around me “Hey, hey,” he murmurs, voice tight with concern. “I’ve got you.”

HUDSON'S POV I almost called every saint I knew just to stop my stomach from aching. I couldn't count how many times I had to go back and forth to the bathroom since I ate the breakfast that Aceia cooked. Speaking of Aceia, she bit her lip while looking at me pitifully. I was lying on the bed, weak and drained. "Are you okay?" She asked while biting her lips. "I'm fine." I answered lifelessly. "I took medicine to stop this LBM; it will take effect soon. I'll be okay." My stomach grumbled again. "Fuck!" I go run to the bathroom again.

I whimpered in distress when the ache in my stomach overwhelmed my soul like a devastating wave. I aggressively stood up and stomped my feet on the floor, my hand massaging my stomach as I groaned in pain. I tried to be patient if Theo would show up, but the same waiter who had served the fruit juice walked towards me with a concerned expression. "Have you seen Theo, please?" I asked.

I frowned, confused by their conversation, but before I could dare to ask— A sharp pain tore through my stomach making me gasp. I clenched my teeth, doubling over in my seat as a fiery sensation spread through my abdomen. It felt like— Mia’s rolling pin slamming into my tummy all over again. I clutched my stomach, my vision blurring as a wave of nausea crashed over me. The pain was unbearable, as if someone had taken a blade and twisted it deep inside. Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer and A scream tore from my throat.

I insist, flushing scarlet. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He teases, massaging my nape. “You’re going to have plenty of time to keep trying. The next thing I know I’m upside down again, a surprised cry on my lips as Bastien’s gravelly voice sounds from somewhere above me. “Because I am nowhere near being finished with you.” —————————- On Tuesday I wake up with a throbbing behind and a sour stomach. I make it to the bathroom just in time, retching miserably and wishing my mate was there to comfort me.

I finally stood up, trying to steady myself, when I suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain pierce my abdomen, stealing my breath. "Ahh!" I cried out, clutching my stomach as the agony intensified. My vision became blurry, and my knees buckled as I collapsed onto the cold floor, my palms scraping against the rough concrete. "Help..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. The warder's expression remained unchanged, her eyes cold as stone. "Are you trying to be an actress right now, 304?” She asked. I still couldn't move as the pain consumed me. My screams echoed through the cold, grey walls as I clutched my stomach, overwhelmed by searing pain. "Why now?" I cried, tears streaming down my face. "

Real. Everything changed at this one social event. I overdid it on the drinks, my stomach flipped, and boom—gastritis hit hard. Alana, slim as she was, somehow managed to drag me home. Made me honey lemon tea, handed me my meds like it was no big deal. My throat tightened as I watched her move around the kitchen. Stomach flares weren't new. Once, I had a raging fever. Daphne was out clubbing. I called nonstop. She finally picked up—once.

My heirloom continued to penetrate hers, in and out until her body shook violently. "Um, tell me to wait, I, I'm again, oh, stomach ache!" She said, groaning gripping mine inside so tightly. She amazes me again and always wants it all the time. "Okay, I'll be there in 15 minutes and tell her, okay!" She said and threw her cell phone in any direction. "Keaton, you naughty chef!" She snapped with a sigh, feeling the remaining tension in her body. "Stomach ache high," I taunted her, without pulling out mine which was still throbbing inside her body.