Stomach Growling Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My stomach growled in anticipation, and I dug in with reckless abandon, savoring the flavors and textures of the dishes. I ate with a ferocity that surprised even myself, my hunger and exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of this culinary delight. Lyrien's voice interrupted my gluttony, ''Eat slowly, you might hurt your stomach.'' I nodded, mesmerized by the vibrant colors and warmth of the world around me. It was a beauty I had never beheld before, a stark contrast to the darkness I had known. Memories flooded my mind, transporting me back to that fateful night two years ago, when I was 18 and first discovered my inner demon.

(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.

I pulled her closer, placing a kiss on her head while she relaxed on my shoulder. But I had other thoughts, nasty thoughts, however, before they were pulled through, her stomach grumbled. I chuckled, hating this exact moment, but she was hungry. That didn’t stop me from stealing a kiss, which I regretted because all my hunger returned and I wanted so much more. Yet, I had to restrain myself and pull away. She frowned at me and suddenly straddled me, pushing me down on the bed while taking my lips and my hands went to her butt. She kissed me back fiercely and I kissed back as much, but her stomach grumbled again and I could not continue with the torment. So, I pulled away and smiled at her.

I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. But as much as I adored the night sky and his closeness, another craving was beginning to win the battle for my attention. I glanced toward the small table, my stomach growling softly at the sight of the steaming dishes. "But…" I teased, tilting my head with a playful grin, "I’m famished, and I can’t hold on any longer." A chuckle rumbled from his chest, deep and rich, and the sound of our shared laughter melted into the night.

After the doctor had left, I lock the door after him, breathing in heavily. I stayed in the living room rolling my eyes around while my mouth hummed. My stomach was making some grumbling noise and I gloated. I was losing my patience because my stomach keep rumbling and I resist the urge to walk into the kitchen and demanded if she was through with dinner process. "Oh thank goodness," I muttered silently as I laid gently on my bed receiving the heavy punishment from stomach. "Like I was damn hungry, and I'm freaking starving that's the punishment I'm receiving."

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?

She kept on yelling my name and refused to leave. Just as I considered opening the door and letting her in, a different kind of pain struck again. My stomach growled loudly, then lurched uncomfortably. My stomach clenched, a sharp pain that doubled me over. I ignored it at first, thinking it was what I had experienced earlier, and stumbled towards the door. But the pain only got worse. A white-hot spike tore through my gut, leaving me weak and breathless.

My stomach let out a long, loud growl that seemed to echo in the quiet room. Adrian let out a low chuckle, the vibration of it traveling through his chest and into mine. "Breakfast is ready, my love," he whispered into my ear, his breath warm and ticklish. Despite his words, he made no immediate attempt to move. He seemed perfectly content to stay right where we were, tangled together in the aftermath. I tried to push myself up, wanting to regain some semblance of my dignity, but my limbs felt like they were made of lead. I lacked the strength to even lift my head from his shoulder.

My stomach was definitely mad at me and was showing me just how much with the crazy pangs and endless growling. I reached for the bottle of water I have been sipping from and sipped from it again, it was nearly finished. My stomach hated me for it and growled even more. Pressing a palm flat on my tummy, I continued to work. I could have gotten myself something to eat but with the work in front of me, I didn't want to spend extra time after closing hours so the idea of leaving the office didn't appeal to me. Plus the curtain was pulled back meaning Ethan could see me right through it. If I ordered food, he would see me eating it. Not about to have him confront me about it.

“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.