Tummy Ache Stories Novels & Stories

Their strange twisting movements made Sam laugh even more. "Wait, stop, my stomach hurts!" Sam suddenly said with a scowl while his hands went to his stomach. Gabriel and the rest immediately stopped and looked at him in shock. "Stomachache? How are you feeling?" Gabriel asked with concern. "Are you injured?" someone asked worriedly. "Let me see!" A man who studied medicine offered to do a check-up. Sam wanted to start laughing again, but he said, "No, I'm fine, my stomach hurts from laughing so much, that's all." Gabriel and the rest were stunned; could your stomach hurt from laughing?

The pain caused her to gasp sharply, and she clutched her stomach with both hands. Joseph noticed her discomfort and put down his fork. "What's wrong?" Chloe's face turned pale as she said, "It's nothing. I'm just having a stomach ache. I'll go find some painkillers. You continue eating." She struggled to stand up with the support of the table, taking slow steps toward the bedroom. Joseph frowned, "Are you sure it's just a stomach ache?" "Yeah, it's an old problem." While on her overseas business trip, she frequently experienced stomach discomfort due to high stress and the need to attend social events. Usually, the pain would go away after taking painkillers but she did not know what was go

The watery soup was literally just water. "Urkk—" Tales’ eyes widened as he saw Raja vomit blood. When he glanced at the others, they were clutching their necks as if struggling for breath. Soon enough, Tales felt dizzy. His strength ebbed away. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He wanted to scream from the pain. His horror deepened when he saw Raja collapse to the floor. Despite his dizziness, Tales managed to catch Raja, who was as pale as a ghost now.

Story Time: “Ughhh” Alice groaned, twisting into herself, her hands curling around her stomach as it gurgled. Everything was foggy, her head was hurting so bad. Everything felt like jello, her legs, her arms, everything was weak. Where she was, she let out a small sigh and inhaled trying to calm her racing mind and breath through the pain. As she inhaled she smelt something warm, something that made her feel instantly safe. Her fingers curled into the sheets.

For quite some time now, my stomach has been disturbing me and I didn’t know if was just hunger or it was a different thing, sometimes I perceived a bad smell from my inner self and it makes me have nausea sometimes. While my stomach rumbled, I knew I wasn’t hungry at that time but the rumbling soon grew into a strong stomach ache, it was so severe that I had to change my style of lying down almost every second. Soon I got a perfect position that helped me manage the stomach ache. It didn’t last long when I started feeling thirsty, the Air condition in the house got a better part of me this time and dried up my throat, I didn’t want to go downstairs for water because the position I laid on t

I whimpered in distress when the ache in my stomach overwhelmed my soul like a devastating wave. I aggressively stood up and stomped my feet on the floor, my hand massaging my stomach as I groaned in pain. I tried to be patient if Theo would show up, but the same waiter who had served the fruit juice walked towards me with a concerned expression. "Have you seen Theo, please?" I asked.

They both went back to enjoying the fruit and drinks made by Tania. "Why does my stomach hurt so much?" Caroline muttered quietly while holding her stomach. "Honey, what's wrong with you?" asked Othniel with a worried look. Caroline didn't answer; she ran straight to the bathroom. Othniel naturally followed his wife; he was afraid something would happen. "Honey, what's wrong with you? Don't make me worry," said Othniel as he knocked on the bathroom door. "My stomach hurts! Please buy me some diarrhea medicine," Caroline said as she opened the bathroom door.

My fingers tapped against the edge of the table, my mind restless, unsatisfied. I was still seething when a strange discomfort rippled through my stomach. At first, it was a dull ache, hardly worth my attention. I ignored it, my nails scraping against the wood as I took another breath. But then— A sharper pain shot through my lower abdomen, like claws tearing into me from the inside. I sucked in a sharp breath, my spine going rigid. What in the name of— A bead of sweat trickled down my temple. The pain came again, twisting, burning—worse than before.

Mrs. Brown felt relieved. As she was speaking to Jessica, she brought her to the bed and laid her down. Jessica’s expression changed shortly. She gripped Mrs. Brown’s hand and said in fear, “Mom, my tummy hurts.” Upon hearing that, Mrs. Brown dashed outside and shouted, “Chelsea, quickly call an ambulance. Jessica is having a tummy ache.”

Damian would dart past us with playful laughter, running circles around us, teasing and encouraging me with his boundless energy. Despite the discomfort, I found myself savoring the moment, not for the jog itself, but for the love surrounding me. One evening, as I strolled through the garden, soaking in the fading light and trying to calm my thoughts, an agonizing pain shot through my stomach. I froze, clutching my belly as a second wave hit, sharper and fiercer than the first. My knees buckled, and a strangled scream escaped my lips before I could stop it. The pain was relentless.