I Want Eat Your Pancreas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We could run around the block if you prefer not to use the treadmill. I held up a hand, a universal sign for halt. ‘What, five a.m.? Are you a sadist? No, thank you.’ I turned my attention back to demolishing the small, perfect mountain of pancakes. The syrup was real maple, the butter was French, and the guilt was starting to creep in. Here I was, shovelling down culinary sin while he nibbled on what looked like dehydrated beige cardboard. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of my own eating habits. Did I look like a greedy pig? Was there syrup on my chin? Had I eaten one slice of bacon too many?

"Fine. Just give me some coffee. I don’t want to eat." She clapped her hands. "Perfect! More pancakes for me." "On second thought, I want a pancake." "Eat your ass for a pancake." I walked over, boxing her against the counter with my arms. I brought my face close to hers, my leg brushing against hers. "Say that again. I dare you." "Eat. Your. Ass. For. A. Pancake," she whispered. I leaned in, making sure she felt the heat of my skin. "Want me to tell you what I actually want to eat?"

And it was natural human tendency to be scared of the unknown. "So, what do you want to eat?" Chris asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts. His grey eyes pierced into mine like always. That was another thing about him. He always looked into my eyes whenever he was talking to me. I looked down at the menu lying on the table, grateful to have a reason to focus my attention elsewhere. I flipped through the pages. "Oh, they have pancakes! I'll have chocolate stuffed pancakes with caramalised bananas," I decided with a grin. God, even saying the name had my mouth watering.

I ask him, ignoring his heated look as I bypass him to go to the coffee maker. “Pantry’s stocked like they’re expecting an apocalypse.” He shrugs as he flips another pancake in the skillet. I pour myself a mug of coffee, ignoring the powdered milk but dumping half a ton of sugar in to make up for it. Then I join Kian and Frost at the table, where they’re already eating. Kian’s gaze drops to my cleavage. “Feel better?”

He don't even deserve forgiveness. Aroon looked at the pieces of sliced banana. What is the point in making pancake now ? He don't feel like eating Pancake. But he was feeling hungry. He didn't have dinner last night. So he started eating the pieces of sliced banana, one by one while wiping the tears that still continued to slither down his cheeks, involuntarily.

Lance sat in the middle, Sunny and Skye were on the left and right, and Skye was next to me. “Thank you.” “Is pizza your favorite too?” Lance questions after taking a slice for Skye. “Yes!” “We share the same favorite food.” “Really?” Skye asked in wonder. “Yes. I also like pancakes.” “Me too!” They both like foods that are high in carbs. Hence, sometimes it makes me wonder how even though Lance loves carbs, he still has a fit body with eight-pack abs—what am I thinking all of a sudden? “Do you want me to make you banana pancakes?” He asked the two of them

I took some rice while looking at him and placed it in my mouth as soon as his glare got deeper. “Now tell me why didn’t you eat anything…?” He asked me. “Um… I ah… I have this habit… I can’t eat anything out of stress…” I said to him nervously. He gestured his eyes towards the plate as I didn’t continue to eat. “Continue to eat. Don’t stop if you want to get to the auditorium” He added and I sighed in frustration with a mouthful of pancake. He took a deep breath and added, “From now on… You’ll be able to eat in stress too”

He questioned. “Fries and sauce with pancakes and syrup, I don't want to go inside, I'm afraid my stomach may churn,” I ordered and he whipped his head back and for a moment I thought he was going to get a whiplash. “Fries and sauce with pancakes??!!!! Will you eat that together or you'll eat them separately??” He exclaimed and scrunched up his nose in disgust. “I'll be eating them together of course, why are you overreacting as if you haven't heard the sweet combination before?” I asked with irritation dripping from my tone.

I turn around and sat next to the food. "Eat," the alpha again orders me, while he remains still within the same position. I stare at the food, not wanting to. Deep down I felt consuming this meal. Rice, steam vegetables, and the strong scent of fry chicken. It will end up poisoning me. I didn't want to eat it at all. But, yet again, I had no choice to. If I didn't eat it the crazy alpha might attack me and go insane again probably killing me, so not eating this meal. I would be dead anyway.

They looked dangerously close to poison, blackened and unsightly, as if taking a single bite would be the last thing I ever did. “Haha, eat, eat! They just look slightly burned because I got distracted, but they taste really good, Mr. Alaric. Don’t be modest, have a bite!” Esther, Isla’s friend, said with a wide grin as she pushed the plate closer, the excited glint in her eyes far too confident for the state of those pancakes. I raised a brow, eyes fixed on the deadly-looking substance in front of me. Leaning on the table, I rested my head on my hand and murmured casually under my breath,