Billie Eilish Eat Me Novels & Stories

She said as she stood up and began walking to the door. He sat there thinking how and when his life became so complicated, one moment he was happy and peaceful and then suddenly he was anything but that. She soon returned holding a tray of food; gently she set it down on a table before she walked back to the couch and sat down. "You should eat". He said matter-of-factly. She shook her head, she couldn’t be convinced. "I'm not hungry". She said. "Lateefah we talked about this". He said. "Or at least we were talking about it".

If this worked, this girl had such potential . She licked slowly, thoroughly, each scrap of icing, the last being his face. It didn't matter then; the magic was done. She ate the rest of him slowly, carefully, each bite delicious, each - his gift to her - destroying the craving for sweets that wrought such havoc with her. She felt the warmth spread through her, enjoyed the last mouthwatering bite, and sat, sated at last, feeling the breeze on her face and neck, the magic coursing through her.

Callum instantly took a few steps back, face pale. “Nope! Not eating that! I’m not even hungry! Whatever the hell that is—anyone who eats it is basically signing up for an instant trip to the afterlife. I swear—I’m not touching it!” Raina hadn’t seriously expected him to eat it anyway. She replied calmly, “Oh really?” “Absolutely!” Callum insisted. “Reid—Reid, you shouldn’t eat it either, seriously, this stuff is—wait, wait wait wait—did you just finish a whole bowl?!”

My voice was soft, yet each word pierced the heart, "Hans, do you know that you pushed me into a horde of zombies in my past life?" His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost. "W... What are you saying?" I did not answer but only nodded to the skipper. The speedboat's engine roared, accelerating away. Behind me came Winnie's piercing scream, followed by Hans's desperate curses. "Clarissa! I'll haunt you even in death!" I did not turn back. The sea breeze brushed my cheek, carrying away the last tear. My new life was about to begin. Back in the safe zone, everyone was enveloped in a deathly silence of despair upon hearing that the final vaccine was gone.

"But I never thought you'd be gone so soon. If I'd known, I would have bought you everything. I would have let you eat your fill…" Grandma cried again. I hated seeing her cry. How could I ever blame her? She was the best person in the world to me. I understood why she had saved the money. But Grandma, buying all these snacks was such a waste. I was dead now. I couldn't taste anything anymore. She should have used that money for groceries. It would have fed her for months. Suddenly, I heard barking. Buddy showed up too! If I were still alive, he'd be wagging his tail and nuzzling me with his little head. But now all he could do was nuzzle the mound of dirt.

"Calamari, fried shrimp, hushpuppies. And a side of the garlic butter mussels." Cole frowned. "Sabrina, that’s a lot of grease. Elise is on a strict diet." "Oh, a little cheat meal won't hurt," I said, looking at Elise. "Unless you're not hungry? Though you haven't eaten much since yesterday afternoon, right?" I stressed yesterday afternoon. Elise’s eyes flicked to mine. She knew I knew. "I..." Elise looked at the platter of fried food the waiter set down. The smell was overwhelming.

Not to mention the photographer, Matteo, who I have already met, twice. Wearing large shield sunglasses and a tight white tank top showcasing his spray tan and lean physique, I can spot him a mile away. It's 8am and even though I ate a feast last night, I can't ignore the beautiful buffet in front of me. Breads, fresh cheese, cut ham, quiche tarts, and pastries are presented in beautiful ceramic plates all for the taking. Grabbing a bowl of muesli and yoghurt and a desperately needed cup of coffee, I sit across from Gabe. He's already finished eating and is playing on his phone. "How was last night?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the screen as I start eating.

If you can afford it, I'll eat poop on a live stream! Larissa was shocked. "You're going to bet that much?" Ellie said proudly, "How about that? Are you afraid?" Rachel grabbed Larissa's arm, her beautiful face filled with excitement. "Boss, poop!" Larissa said, embarrassed, "Can you not shorten your sentence so much?" It was as if Rachel was calling Larissa poop! Rachel quickly said, "She said she's going to bet on eating poop! I've never seen anyone eat something like that before!"

1954. “Stand up straight,” My mother breathes the words to me under her breath and her fingers reach out and pinch me where others will not notice. I no longer whimper when she does it. “Do not forget to smile.” It is not a reassurance- it is a warning. A warning to be perfect. I practice at night, pulling my lips into the wide grin she favors. I practice the pitch and tone of my voice as I dutifully extend my hand and repeat over and over ‘Hello, it is nice to meet you’ and ‘I am Rosalie Anderson, it is nice to meet you.’ I practice until I am practically blue in the face and when I sleep I no longer know who I am. If I am Rosalie Anderson, the girl who does not like her mother. The girl wh

She can't figure it out but most of the time Dina can see right through her like she's kind of a shaman. "I think I might eat everything. I'm hungry because of your babbling." "Okay fine. Don't worry L, this is an eat all you can." Dina cheerfully shows different kinds of food that Elise would like. Elise then started to eat without holding back. She is lucky that she won't be cooking in her home. She saves her time lazing around after going home and the food that she ordered here is all delicious. She eats with gusto not minding Dina who is busy watching her.