Stomach Growl Novels & Stories

His stomach had started grumbling and rumbling nonstop, making loud noises. "Fuck, what is taking her so damn long?!" Lukas growled to himself. He got up fast from his comfortable chair because he was getting very impatient. He was all ready to scold Gloria harshly for taking too much time just to reheat his simple lunch. Lukas slammed the heavy office door open with a loud bang. This sudden noise alerted and startled all the staff who were busy working on their computers and tasks around the floor.

I finally prayed. ‎ ‎I then walked to the bathroom for a cold shower and returned for a deeper reflection, which resulted in a loud growl emanating from my stomach. ‎“Stomach, can you let me think?" I asked gently rubbing my almost port belly. “I'm hungry too, you know.” ‎But my stomach didn't listen it just kept growling, that's when I heard a knock on my door. ‎ ‎“Who is it?" I doubted, with an arched brow. Praying it's not aunt Velma again.

My stomach clenched and suddenly a strange sound erupted from my stomach. It took me a second to recover from my surprise to acknowledge that my stomach had just made an embarrassingly loud growling sound. I wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing at that point between the unattractive sound that my stomach just made of the fact that Bradon was about to eat me out. “Haha…” Bradon laughed mercilessly at me.

"I'm fine." Right at that exact second, my stomach betrayed me. A loud, deep, rumbling growl cut through the quiet kitchen. Debbie crossed her arms over her chest, a small, knowing smirk touching her lips. "Your stomach says otherwise, big guy. Sit right there and wait for me to cook for you."

As a mother, there is absolutely no greater joy than knowing your child is off optimal health well My tummy rumbles, and I remember that we skipped dinner. I forgot to ask Delilah to bring some snacks and I don’t want to wake Her or Bill up, so I head downstairs. I find my way to the large kitchen easily enough and switch on the lights. I gather the ingredients for a sandwich, pop slices of bread in the toaster, and boil water for tea—it’s too early for coffee. As soon as the water starts to boil ,I hear another very loud growl and this time around it is much closer it seems like it is coming from the front yard. I try to ignore it, assuming it’s probably one of the wolves on patrol, but the

The aroma of the food was so alluring and I had no idea how hungry I was until I ate the whole thing on the plate. Groaning, I laid back on the bed and remembered the promise I made to Camille about calling her but I shrugged it off and decided to call her tomorrow since I have no phone here yet. My stomach growled again and it was frustrating considering the fact that I just finished eating like thirty minutes ago but the growl doesn’t seem like that of hunger. The sharp pain coming from my stomach rippled through my veins, causing me to let out a loud cry as I held my stomach.

I wake up to a sharp and intense pain in my stomach that makes me curl up in a ball. I groan feeling the pain getting worse. I release a heavy breath holding onto my stomach hoping the pain will go away but it doesn’t. Groaning, I turn around and I feel my stomach crumple painfully. My eyes shoot open and I immediately realize what it means. It’s that time of the month. "Oh shit!" I screech taking the covers off. I quickly grab my pantie, towel, and toiletries from the mini wardrobe before I head into the bathroom to clean myself up.

The familiar bulge pressing against my stomach. Already?! Jesus, what does he eat?

I can handle this on my own. But as I sit there trying to read the same paragraph over and over again, I can hear laughter coming from downstairs. Loud, genuine laughter, like they’re all having the best time together. It makes my chest feel tight with loneliness and anger. My stomach starts growling, making these embarrassing rumbling noises that echo in the quiet room. I try to ignore it, but it just gets louder and more insistent. I haven’t eaten anything since this morning aside from the hangover soup, and my body is starting to protest.

Maybe I just need coffee. My stomach grumbles at the thought of food. Maybe I can go make a sandwich. Eating should wake me up and shut my stomach up at the same time! Sounds like a plan to me! The grumbling of my stomach a second time in 5 seconds makes my mind up for me. I need to eat. It's been a few hours anyway. Actually, I really can't remember when I ate last... I might've skipped lunch when I was studying at school earlier... I get up and stretch, bones popping back into place. My body aching from inactivity. I think my feet are asleep... The tingles are running up my legs. Dammit! I hate that tingly feeling.