Stomach Growling Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My growling stomach then let out an audible gurgle, as if to punctuate my dilemma. Oh come on, was that your stomach?" Trent asked with a smirk. "Shut up," I shot back, my face burning. "When was the last time you ate something?" Trent pressed. "You must be starving." I pressed my lips together, refusing to admit he was right. "You know, I bet they have some killer cheeseburgers at the restaurant I'm taking you to," he continued. "Thick juicy patties, melted cheese, pasta, crispy fries..." As if on cue, my traitorous stomach growled again. Trent's grin widened. "Sounds like your stomach agrees with me."

Except… Another grumble of her stomach. This time, it was even louder and longer, as if showing its deep displeasure at being ignored. As they both sat there, fully engrossed in each other's gaze, the sudden growl caught them off guard and turned Celeste's face into a tomato. This was even more embarrassing than when she had her eyes closed. Goddess… How hungry was she exactly? The sight of Jeremy only deepened the hunger. She didn't know who was hungrier. She or her wolf?

Her chest tightened with a familiar ache. Her stomach rumbled, a deep, hollow growl that echoed in the silence of the room, but she ignored it. It wasn't that she hadn't eaten, she had devoured the cold, stale food Gwen gave her earlier like an animal. But the sight of these untouched delicacies, the rich smells of roasted meat and sweet bread, made her tummy rumble again, a different kind of hunger, one of longing and a deep-seated unfairness.

Work. I sighed and sat up, rubbing my temples as my stomach let out a low, painful growl. Right. The last time I had tried eating, it had ended badly. But now, hunger gnawed at me, stronger than the nausea, so I forced myself to stand. My body protested, stiff and sluggish, as I padded into the kitchen.

I said, smiling smugly when I saw the ugly smile on her face. I was disappointed in James’s choice.. was he blind? Love was anyway… There was a tense silence and I assumed I had finally stunned her into silence. I continued to eat when a loud menacing growl resonated through the building. It was powerful, almost shattering the windows, if that were possible. Glancing towards the staircase that was visible from the dining area, as if I could see James, I wondered what had him growling like that at this time of the day. Shrugging my shoulders, I continued to eat my food as if I never heard the raging growl. I didn’t give a fuck anyway.

I feel his lips press against my forehead and I'm melt even more until I hear an embarrassing growl and feel my face get red. I instantly try to hide my face in his chest as he laughs. "Someone's hungry this morning." He says still chuckling. I nod my head, embarrassed that my stomach gave me away. Stupid tummy. ... Julian's POV Reid set me down as soon as we get to the bottom of the stairs and takes my hand as we walk toward the table. I get excited because I'm starving, my stomach is growling and eating itself.

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.

Of course he’d ruin the drama with hunger. Maybe that was the only way we were going to survive this mess. “Eat first,” he says. Like the world isn’t falling apart. Like my stomach isn’t still in knots. But then—grrrk. …oh no. That was me. My stomach actually growled. Out loud. Heri tilted her head, trying—and failing—not to smile. Damon arched an eyebrow like he’d just won some silent argument I didn’t remember agreeing to. I slapped both hands over my midsection. “Nope. That wasn’t me. That was…uh, the couch. Yeah. Couches growl sometimes.”

I would never settle for a man like him. Just then, my stomach let out a loud, embarrassing growl that echoed in the quiet room. I froze, my hand instinctively pressing against my belly as heat rushed to my cheeks. Charlie chuckled softly through the video call, his eyes softening with amusement. “You’re hungry.” I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes…”