Stomach Growling Stories Novels & Stories

In response, my stomach made a growling sound which made me feel uncomfortable. I went back to my room, took a cold shower and got myself into more comfortable clothes, my stomach growling louder than a police serin, it was finally time to eat. Once I was seated, I started devouring every single thing in front of me, from the porridge to the soups to the fruits, everything needed to go and they were just enough of the right potion to finish in one go.

’ “Anyways, work faster. You still have a lot of work to do. “ With that, he left laughing with his people. One man even looked at me like I had two heads. Some minutes after they left, my stomach began rumbling loudly. I tried silencing it but it merely became worse, aching so hard that I couldn't stand anymore. I could feel my intestines getting entwined with each other because of lack of food to process. "Ahhh!" I screamed to myself as I try to alleviate the pain by massaging my stomach. "Please, please, please. Not now dear stomach, please endure this one." I pleaded to my own stomach while trying to look for some leftover food.

My stomach didn't just growl; it staged a full-scale military coup at exactly three-fifteen in the morning. I lay in the center of the massive, silk-draped bed, staring up at the shadows dancing on the beamed ceiling. I tried to ignore it. I tried to tell my brain that the "nutrient-dense" grass juice Dominic had forced down my throat at breakfast should have been enough to sustain a small village. But my body wasn't listening to logic. It wanted something very specific, very urgent, and very, very wrong.

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.

As a mother, there is absolutely no greater joy than knowing your child is off optimal health well My tummy rumbles, and I remember that we skipped dinner. I forgot to ask Delilah to bring some snacks and I don’t want to wake Her or Bill up, so I head downstairs. I find my way to the large kitchen easily enough and switch on the lights. I gather the ingredients for a sandwich, pop slices of bread in the toaster, and boil water for tea—it’s too early for coffee. As soon as the water starts to boil ,I hear another very loud growl and this time around it is much closer it seems like it is coming from the front yard. I try to ignore it, assuming it’s probably one of the wolves on patrol, but the

Immediately she did that my eyes shut open as I picked the scent and my stomach growled loudly. It was so loud that I never thought it could even growl like that. Immediately it did she laughed together with her maids they were enjoying my reaction. I tried but I couldn't hold my stomach from making noise. I was already trying not to show signs of wanting to grab it all to myself. She brought it closer and my stomach responded, I felt like opening my mouth just so I could get it even if it was the smallest of bites but then she withdrew it back to herself.

Well, I skipped my lunch a few hours earlier. Suddenly at the thought of food, my stomach growls again, and the feeling is so annoying and fucking persistent but I keep pushing down the discomfort because I don't want to get up from here. I force myself to believe that pretending it doesn’t exist will make the growl disappear. I want to focus on settling my thoughts first instead of the call of hunger singing inside my stomach. This pack…… Releasing a deep sigh, I keep my eyes still fixed up at the ceiling above me. My chest feels like it is being pressed down with the weight of the constant reminder that I don't belong here.

The chair creaked as I released my grip, my knuckles aching from the strain. “Are you feeling better now?” I asked, but he didn’t respond. I took a deep breath and stood tall, my shoulders squared and my posture strong. I was about to head back to my people to finish some unfinished work when suddenly my stomach growled loudly, resembling colicky cramps. The pain became unbearable, causing me to quickly rush to the toilet.

One little girl cried, stomping so hard dust exploded around her tiny feet. A boy shoved his little brother into the grass over the last sip of someone's water bottle. Their mother rushed to them, yelling at him to be nice to his brother, her voice cracking with exhaustion. It was afternoon already, and no one had eaten a damn thing. I thought I was the exception until my stomach growled, loudly, a deep, embarrassing rumble that seemed to echo across the lawn. The old man heard it because he squinted up at me through the glare. "Sounds like you are starving too, girl," he muttered. "I wonder what the hell is taking those chefs so long? The whole pack's going to start chewing on each other ou

As I grabbed the bowl from the table, my tummy embarrassed me once more with another growl. Stu bursted into a laughter. I could feel the blood rushing through both of my ears and couldn't imagine how red I was in shame. I promised myself it would be the last time my stomach would cause me overwhelming humiliation so I started satisfying myself with the bowl of warm liquid. I was able to finish everything with ease. "I knew you would like it. It was Shey's specialty." Stu uttered afterwards. Realizing the feast was made by my mate, another smile formed my lips which made Stu roared with laughter once more.