Stomach Ache Fanfiction Novels & Stories

For three years, I’d used my family’s connections to bring the company hundreds of millions in revenue. But at the quarterly meeting, the new intern stood before everyone, displaying my attendance and expense reports, and accused me of “unexcused absences” and “squandering company funds.” “These high-end clubs, these restaurants…” she declared, her voice ringing with self-righteousness. “She spends thousands of dollars every time! These are completely unnecessary expenses.” “I strongly advise the CEO to fire her immediately and save the company’s cash flow.” I glanced at Claude, the CEO. My old classmate. He knew exactly how much revenue each of those meetings generated. He also knew that when I wasn't in the office, I was at some bar, negotiating with investors, sometimes drinking until my stomach turned. But he just stared at me coldly. “Caroline, what’s your explanation for the absences and expenses Lia has presented?” I smiled. “I have nothing to explain.” They would all learn, very soon, the consequences of this little stunt.

After my parents died, the family went bankrupt, leaving my brother and me with a large sum of debt. To pay it off, he became a haunted-house test sleeper, while I acted as a corpse on film sets. For five years, we worked tirelessly, not daring to rest a single day—and still, the debt wasn't cleared. By the end of the year, only 13 thousand dollars remained. Gritting my teeth, I signed up as a clinical trial volunteer. When it was over, I dragged 13 thousand dollars in cash, brimming with joy, to show my brother. But I found him frowning, on the phone. "Dad, Mom, Lily's doing well. Have fun abroad," he said. "She's stopped spending recklessly. The punishment ends next year." What? Our parents weren't dead? Our family wasn't bankrupt? The five years of hardship, every ounce of struggle—I'd endured it all as punishment for my love of spending. My smile froze on my face. My stomach churned violently. A mouthful of fresh blood spilled out.

There wasn't a package pickup station anywhere in our apartment complex. So out of goodwill, I turned my storage room into a pickup station. I took in packages, organized shelves, labeled everything, and stayed up late every night waiting for people to pick up their deliveries. Then one day, a resident showed up at my door and accused me of stealing her $3,000 gold necklace. "You signed for the delivery. Now it's gone. You had to have opened the package and swapped it out." Residents crowded the hallway, whispering behind my back. Not one person defended me. My stomach dropped. They were the ones complaining about packages getting stolen off their doorsteps. I was the one helping them. But over one baseless accusation, they turned on me instantly. I didn't argue. I just sent a message in the group chat: [Notice: Effective immediately, the One-Penny Pickup Station is officially closed. I will no longer accept, store, or manage packages for residents. Please make other pickup arrangements going forward.]

My secret boyfriend, Marco Ross—the fastest rising mafia star in New York—hid a ring in our home. I thought it was for me. Instead, I received a video of him proposing to another woman—Bianco Conti —on our anniversary. The same night, masked men broke in, held me at gunpoint, and forced me to call Marco. A woman answered the call, “Marco, your little orphan is calling again.” Then Marco’s cold tone. “Don’t bother, babe, she’s just your substitute, a stray I keep around, a free woman to warm my bed.” The masked men shot me in the stomach—then fled. What Marco didn’t know? The real Conti heiress… was me. The Bianco he cherished so much… was just an imposter. I once refused to take the Conti name because of Marco, afraid it would ruin us. But if he never cared… why should I? I made one call. “Papa, I’ll come home, take over the business, and accept the marriage alliance—but Bianca has to be go.”

Three years married to Victor, the Don, and as far as New York was concerned, we were untouchable. Until my own car was in the shop, so I took his daily driver from the garage. On the way, I activated the car's smart system and said, "Navigate home." But the screen pinpointed a place I had never seen before — a villa in the suburbs. Then, a sugary-sweet voice floated from the speakers: "Okay! Setting course for Victor and Mia's secret castle." My stomach dropped. Who was Mia? And what secret castle? Without a second thought, I dialed his number. "The home address is set to some strange place." He just laughed it off. "Oh, that. One of my guys' car broke down the other day. I let him use mine to drop someone off." "Okay, no problem," I said, smiling into the phone. I ended the call and pulled up the navigation history. That villa address was listed seventeen times, every single one on a day Victor was supposedly "out of town on business." I fired up the engine and drove.

"Meet my older son, Dino." I can hardly believe my eyes. My mother’s new fiancé is a billionaire Mr. Alessandro. But it’s his son, Dino, who makes my stomach twist. Dino Alessandro, my worst high school nightmare. The boy who made every day a living hell, who left me with a scar that serves as a constant reminder of everything I endured. Now, he’s going to be my stepbrother. But Dino is different now. Gone is the reckless teenager, replaced by a charming, arrogant man who acts as if our past never happened. He seems intent on winning me over, pushing boundaries and testing limits, as if he can erase the hurt with a single smile. But I haven’t forgotten the scar he left on me. I swore to hate him forever. So why can’t I ignore the way my heart races whenever he’s near? When love and hate collide, will my past wounds finally heal, or will he scar me all over again?

"Now, mate. where are my kisses?" the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings angrily at his words. My wolf as if listening his voice scratched her ears. "Umm...." I shuffled on my seat trying to tackle his intense gaze. I bit my lip and a growled rumbled in his throat. f**k that was sexy. He leaned down so that his lips were bare inches away from mine. "Don't bite it. I want to do that." He whispered huskily. His minty sweet breath invaded my nostrils and I lost the contact with surrounding. Esma is a 25-year-old werewolf in the Blue Moon pack, where her father is Alpha. She has yet to meet her mate, which is unusual for werewolves. This all changes when she catches the delicious scent of strawberries and cardamom while her pack is being attacked by the ruthless wolf prince Alpha Reed Xander. Can Esma help him change his tyrannical path in life, lead him towards redemption and love or will follow him into his Darkness.

"BLOOD" There's blood everywhere on the floor laid Micheal a bottle stabbed in his stomach his eyes closed. She screamed falling backwards,the door flung open,her eyes widened as she stared at her best friend. "Cindy I didn't do anything to him" Cindy screamed turned and fled, people rushed in,they screamed at first snapped out of the shock and started taking pictures, Somebody called the cops, another the ambulance. It was supposed to be a birthday party,what happened what went wrong. She's Lisa Liam, young billionaire backed by wealthy family background, perfect life,a month to her perfect wedding to Malcom Ethan,most eligible bachelor,it wasn't just a wedding it was a union between two powerful families.Her life turned upside down in a night as she is the prime suspect of a murder, friends and family turned their backs, betrayed by those she called her own,she disappeared under circumstances beyond control,and she's back now as the huntress to everyone who had a role to play in ruining her perfect life.....

“I’ll give you one chance, Li,” he spat. “Prove it’s mine. Prove you didn’t cheat—right here. Right now.” My stomach dropped. Gasps swallowed the room. “Bastard,” I whispered. Then came the final blow. Uniformed officers stepped forward. “Mrs. Hale, you’re under arrest for corporate espionage.” Five years ago, Cassian Hale destroyed my life, divorcing me publicly, framing me for crimes I didn’t commit, all while cheating with his manipulative secretary, Scarlett Reed. I survived. I thrived. I married his greatest rival, Tristan Valenti. Now I’m back. A ruthless CEO with a secret son he never knew existed, I have one mission: revenge. And I won’t stop until he pays—for the betrayal, the lies, and the life he tried to steal from me. Once I'm done with his cheating ass and his sorry excuse of a side chick, they will wish I was dead.

“You want a divorce?” Evander’s voice was as cold as the hand gripping her chin. “You’ll never get it.” ~☆~ For five years, Thalina Hale devoted herself to a loveless marriage, hoping her cold billionaire husband would one day see her. But when she’s diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, she finally understands the cruel truth—she was never his choice. Only a substitute for the woman he truly loved… the woman who has now returned. Choosing herself for the first time, Thalina demands a divorce. Yet the man who once ignored her suddenly refuses to let her go. But before Evander can uncover the truth behind his hatred for her, Thalina “dies” on the operating table—taking her love, her pain, and her secrets with her. However, at a prestigious gala, Thalina returns as the wildly sought-after CEO in Seattle and the heiress of a powerful family. Now consumed by regret, Evander will stop at nothing to claim her again. But can a love buried by betrayal be reborn… Or will his obsession destroy them both?