Stomach Growl Stories Novels & Stories

My stomach growled so loud a passing boy looked at me, then turned away quickly. I pressed a hand against it, trying to will the hunger back down. I was starving, and worse, I could taste the sourness of my own breath when I opened my mouth. Days of running, no food, no water to rinse, nothing.

“Did you eat today?” “Yes!” I blurted out quickly, sitting up straighter. But at that exact moment, my stomach betrayed me—with a loud, embarrassing growl. The silence that followed was humiliating. Heat rushed to my face as I pressed my hand to my belly. “That… that’s not what you think,” I muttered awkwardly. Dante’s expression darkened further. “Liar,” he growled angrily, moving closer to me. I flinched, leaning deeper into the couch. My body trembled with fear.

She take our attendance and later on she started to take the class. In the middle of the lecture my stomach, angry growled in hunger snapping everyone's attention at me. All heads turned to me and laughter filled the class. The teacher too tried to suppress her smile but failed helplessly. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment. The class was silent that's why my stomach's grumbling caught everyone's ears.

Things I don't want to feel anymore. We were just staring at each other when I heard his stomach growling, asking for something to eat. And again, if I am not in this kind of situation, I might laugh because it's the first time I heard it. He is making sure that no one can hear that thing. I am lucky thinking about the fact that I am the first person to witness that.

I replied and my stomach can't stand our conversation and it made a strike. "Gloo" I wanted to dig a hole and buried myself in it because it is so embarrassing when your stomach growl when it shouldn't make a sound. He chuckled and said, "Well stop arguing. Let's have dinner. Even your stomach can't stand your stubbornness." When we reached the kitchen I saw a lot of dishes on the table. I asked him " Why there is so many dishes? Aren't we being the only two people who are going to eat?" "No it's only me and a little pig that I need to feed who snatched my burger today although this pig is so weak that he can't beat the basketball with force." He can't leave his words of shit whenever he spe

He growled *Really?* I moved to the right end of the room beside the door and stood still. As soon as he started eating, my stomach began grumbling. It was then I realized that I was really hungry. I bowed my head trying to control my stomach from growling so loud. After standing there like forever he finally finished eating and I carried the plates back to the kitchen.

I froze mid-step, heat rising to my cheeks. Damn it. I was starving. There was no hiding it either. Maddox definitely heard. So embarrassing. “Are you that hungry?” Maddox asked from behind me. I rolled my eyes, refusing to turn around. “I’m not hungry.” As if on cue, my stomach let out the loudest, most embarrassing growl of the century, like it was deliberately trying to expose me. Maddox chuckled low, rubbing his chin like this was all some kind of joke to him. “Your stomach says something entirely different though.”

TRACEY'S P.O.V My stomach let out an embarrassing growl, loud enough to break the silence in the across the damn living room. The moment I heard the growl, I froze, blinking as fast as I could like that would scare the hunger away. But of course, it didn’t work. My stomach just did it again and infact, the sound came louder this time. There was no doubt I was hungry as hell. Of course, I had to…it had been hours since my last meal and I was certain to have burnt whatever energy I had from it on my the rush that happened earlier.

Grumble. Danial’s stomach betrayed him with a monstrous growl that seemed to echo off the walls of the room. His eyes widened in horror, and his face flushed red as embarrassment washed over him. He couldn't bring himself to look at Gloria, so he kept his gaze firmly on the ceiling, trying to act like nothing had happened.

My stomach uses the thought to growl in agreement. The top right drawer of my desk vibrates, the metal buzzing distracting me from my stomach trying to eat itself. Plus, I get cranky when I'm hungry. It's best I don't subject myself to pubescent teenagers right now. MARISSA: Now that you and Grant are dating can we do couple game nights?