Stomach Growl Stories

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A high-profile embezzler has been altering the whole Dyson Financial for a year now. And for the sake of the company, police officers need to end it immediately to avoid the fallacies. To fulfill that, they sent their best police officer, Alexia Joy Pacheco, to be the head of security of the mysterious unknown CEO to gather lead and clues. As they gather around, something unexpected happens. She felt something weird everytime she sees him . AJ's stomach starts to sleep and her heart starts to flutter. What could this possibly mean? With this feeling, could she be able to solve the mission? And if so, are those feelings true or just called mistakenly smitten?

After I get pregnant, my husband goes jogging every night. One night, he leaves in such a hurry that he only wears his smart watch. He forgets to bring his phone with him. I accidentally see the messages he sends his female colleague. "Want to come over for a free meal? And maybe… a little of me, too?" "I'm not really hungry tonight—except for a taste of you." The chicken stew he's fed me tonight gurgles in my stomach as it turns. If I remember correctly, he's just introduced this colleague to my brother.

My husband William came home with another woman and told me a cruel truth-they had a baby. “I can’t believe I loved you!” I cried. I lost everything. My father’s company went bankrupt and I lost my baby because of William’s betrayal. What’s worse, I never thought my life could be so miserable until I heard a doctor say, “She had stomach cancer.” I was overwhelmed with pain. What should I do? Accept it or fight it? Who can give me the answer?

A story about a ruthless rogue and his human slave. "Y-You said I am j-just a slave." She finally let out staring at him through her teary gaze. But the ruthless beast infront of her just smirked at her. "Yes you are. My Slave. And you will do as I say." She shook her head taking a step back making him glare at her. "So you wouldn't listen huh." She gulped clutching her clothes. "Obey your master Slave!" She flinched hearing a low growl from him. When she didn't make a move he slapped the sofa's arms standing up from it glaring at her. "Don't make me repeat Slave! I SAID STRIP!"

"Amara," Lucian whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you." Amara turned away, her heart heavy with betrayal. "It doesn't matter. I can't stay here anymore." It was supposed to be easy. Marry him, Have a baby and you are free. Sold by her stepfather to the alpha king who was rumored to be brutal, Amara's life took a different turn. She was on the run with a baby in her stomach, away from him . And he was determined to get her back, even if it meant him begging on his knees.

Helena Whitmore was never meant to be Adrian Cavendish’s wife. But when her world crumbles, he’s there—with an offer she can’t refuse. A marriage built on necessity. A deal written in ink. But Adrian doesn’t do anything without a reason. And from the moment she steps into his world, she realizes—this was never just business. Because Adrian has secrets. Secrets that make her pulse race and her stomach twist. And the most dangerous part? She’s not sure if she wants to run from him… or straight into his arms.

’Your husband is cheating on you.’ At first, Layla Spencer thought it was a stupid prank. Then her phone flooded with photo after photo until the screen was full. In every shot, Dylan Hall and Lily Spencer were all over each other, completely wrapped up in their own little world. They were making out in the car Layla was still paying off, hugging at the top of the Ferris wheel, and holding hands at the base of Mount Hilaya, a place Layla had always dreamed of visiting. Layla’s stomach dropped. Could Dylan really be cheating on her?

A medical report shows me my husband's true colors. I've been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer. Yet, my husband gives our life savings to someone else. I lunge at him to take my anger out on him, but he shoves me to the floor. "Lillian needs the money to open up a shop, you madwoman! So what if I've given her the money? "You have late-stage stomach cancer, so it's the end of the line for you! Why are you trying to compete with someone who has a long life ahead when you already have one foot in the grave? You can't expect Mom and I to lose everything because of you, right?" I sit dazedly on the floor. I've never found him more unfamiliar. After that, I sneak all my wedding gifts out, wanting to sell them for money. However, I'm told they're all fakes. My husband sneers. "I'm glad I had the foresight to switch them out for the real deal. You would've taken all the money if not for that!" Later, the hospital called to say there was an issue with their system. The names on the medical reports were wrongly indicated. I ask my husband, "Why are you competing with someone who has a long life ahead when you already have one foot in the grave?"

Love? I don't know about that. That is the line you would always hear from a person who simply just wants to kill a topic about the word 'love'. Playing as it seems but it is indeed just the truth. You hear every stories you can get from people who are inlove. Starting from sharing stories down to sharing cupcakes. But what if you're the one who get to tell your own word of love? And it don't end well. Would it still be a masterpiece? Two chairs. Two students. Two books. Two lives. Would they still be two? What if the other one leaves?