Stomach Growl Novels & Stories

(POV: Lina) Mmm, that smells so good, my mouth waters and something inside me comes alive. Sensing the smell, I open my eyes, and my stomach twists, causing me pain, followed by a loud growl. "Looks like someone here hasn't eaten in a long time," he says with an almost invisible smile on his lips.

The sound repeated itself. Valerie's face turned as red as a tomato because her stomach had been the cause. Kieran put his book down and looked toward the couch. Valerie's stomach continued to growl. She pressed on her belly firmly. The little voice inside her head scolded her stomach, "Why haven't you rumbled when I starved you before? We've only skipped one meal, and you're making it sound like you've been starved for ages. Are you looking for trouble?"

The marble beneath our feet was no longer cold or static. It had acquired the slight, humid give of living tissue. As we sprinted toward the heart of the palace, the walls began to contract in a rhythmic, slow-motion wave. In medicine, we call this peristalsis: the involuntary constriction and relaxation of a canal that pushes contents forward. Usually, it happens in the esophagus to move a bolus of food. Now, it was happening in the corridors of my home, and we were the contents being pushed toward the "stomach."

If my body still wants more? My stomach growls, reminding me that I still hadn't eaten and am very hungry. He was making us sandwiches when we got rather distracted in the kitchen earlier. I can guess where he is right now. Getting up and wrapping myself again with the duvet, I step out of the bedroom to find him in the kitchen.

I'd been too busy keeping Selena happy and cramming prenatal care articles to remember food. My body had gotten used to running on empty and hadn't bothered sending any complaints until right now, when my stomach let out a long, embarrassingly loud growl.

I’d settle for a hot tea even. Something other than water and crackers. My stomach let out another loud growl. This time it was like I could feel my intestines moving around, and I was sure it was heard. “Can I get you something?” This man’s voice is hoarse, like he’s lived on harsh alcohol his entire life. I glanced over at him, giving a soft smile.

Sometimes he secretly followed me on my trips, so I just laughed and shook my head. We dated and made out every night. Still, isn’t it enough for him? I woke up early Sunday because my stomach was growling and I felt nauseous. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom. “Sean, are you okay?” Marl worriedly followed me. “I-I’m okay, Marl. I’m fine,” I said, rinsing my mouth after I felt better. Lately, I’ve noticed my stomach growling often in the morning. Well, it was the same when Marl and I were in New York. Maybe it’s because of the change in climate. It’s getting hotter because summer is approaching.

As more of these disturbing questions pop up in my mind, my head buzzes with pain and the pain flows to my stomach, making it growl. Just then, I realize that amidst all the drama, I haven’t eaten anything yet. I instantly sit up, wondering what I’m supposed to do when my door suddenly throws open………….

Just a step into the house and I could feel my tummy rumbling, it felt like I was about to puke all over the place--- eating too much can do that to a person. *Grumble* the sound made from my tummy like my whole system flushed out and was ready for excretion, sweats formed on my forehead as the tummy grumbled several times, I thought how embarrassing it will be if Damon saw me like this but cared less when it got so serious.

As if on cue, a deep, resonant growl erupted from within me, breaking the fragile silence of the morning and reverberating off the walls like a primal cry for sustenance. Startled, Joshua spun around with an exaggerated motion, his features contorting into a blend of disdain and awkward fascination. His gaze swept from my flushed face down to the source of the disturbance—a rebellious stomach that seemed intent on announcing its presence to the world. Heat flooded my cheeks, mingling with a pang of mortification that twisted in the pit of my stomach. Avoiding Joshua’s eyes, I wished fervently for a distraction, for anything to divert attention from this humiliating display.