I Want Eat Your Pancreas Novels & Stories

The warning he gave this morning was enough to make me speed down Manhattan's slick streets as the snow turned to water. And I don't want to eat pancakes, it'll starve me again before lunch. There's nothing but vegetable ingredients for me to process, I'm thinking of ordering fast food later, or buying from the cafeteria. I closed the refrigerator— My heart skipped a beat when I found the man behind the refrigerator door. He frowned at me "What are you looking for?" "Food for myself." I said honestly. I stepped back to the stove to place the last cooked pancake on the plate. Desperately holding back the beating of my heart and the nervousness that welled up inside of me.

Just like in my previous life, the diagnosis was the same: acute pancreatitis caused by overeating. The doctor studied my chart in astonishment. "You're so thin. How could you possibly eat this much?" I said nothing. I signed for discharge immediately and headed straight for Tina's place. The moment the door opened, I pressed a kitchen knife to her throat. "Shirley, what are you doing? Calm down!" she stammered. I glared at her, my patience gone. "I'm not here to waste words. Tell me the truth. Why is it that you eat, but I'm the one who suffers?"

Kas gives me a look. I know, idiot, I say. These pancakes aren't supposed to be fucking sexy. It's not like I gave her a bowl of strawberries to wrap around her beautiful lips. I always make the Korin Iwasaki pancakes. It's tradition. Along the counter, Vane stands motionless. Then that strange girl takes another bite and her eyes close. A drop of syrup galactic colonies on her full lips and she runs her tongue over it, absorbing its sweetness. Damn hell. Vane's shadow disturbs the air and when I look at him, both of his eyes are black.

Like a small child, Hunter stopped his feet against the floor, “It’s okay, tell me.” She spoke. Hunter gave out a long tired sigh and spoke. “Chemotherapy isn’t working efficiently for you, the doctors are thinking of Total Pancreatectomy, they have to remove your pancreas,” Hunter replied looking downwards. “Hah! I thought it was something big, you scared me,” Eryna purposefully tried to lighten the tense air around them. Hunter’s eyebrows sank and he looked at her with puppy eyes, “Stop smiling!!”

Reiner asked hesitantly but I could feel his concern as he peered down into my face. “Oh no. It’s not that bad. Just…abstaining a little would already help…” I replied as I tried my best not to laugh at his over-the-top concern. “Eat…” Reiner ordered. I looked down at the small piece of pancake that he shoved in front of my face with a fork. Knowing that saying no wasn’t truly an option, I opened my mouth and ate the pancake. The way Reiner smiled a little proudly as I chewed on his homemade pancake was the best reward ever. Somehow, I’ll burn this out of my system…later…

"You okay, Tyboll? You smell funny." I actually feel my face heat up. "The old witch poisoned me and I've been purging my guts ever since. I need to eat. Are the two of you hungry?" I really don't need Patreous's answer. He's a growing Kodiak bear and needs to eat every hour. "If you can eat after spewing up your guts, I'm in," Honey says. "It wasn't that end that was spewing," I grumble as I slam a pan onto the stove. "Where's your mate?" I ask before Honey's grin turns into all out laughter.

“What else is there to say? I already told you. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just thinking about what they did pisses me off.” I stabbed another piece of pancake. Chocolate syrup tastes way better than maple syrup, by the way. Gotta buy that too. “Fine. But you better restock my pantry, you ate through everything. You’re such a pig, may karma turn you into one.” I laughed at that. I got up, grabbed some juice from the fridge, poured a glass, drank it in one go, refilled, and went back to the table. “Whatever. I’m crashing here as long as I want, deal with it.”

I sigh and stand up. “Wait, hold on. I’m sorry. Argh, I’m really not making a good impression of myself.” He shakes his head when he mutters the last part before fully turning his attention to me—brows drawn together worriedly. “Please stay. I’m making pancakes.” I watch him when he mentions food. I start to contemplate whether I should stay or not. But getting reminded of why I am here makes my stomach grumble again. “See? Even your stomach agrees. Stay and eat. I make great fluffy pancakes. Plus, we have maple syrup in the fridge.” He bribes.

My mind was blank as I padded over to the door and opened it. It had been so long since I last saw Julian. He looked much more grounded and serious than before, and there was none of the cheekiness he showed in our texts. He was holding a bag of roasted chestnuts. Julian's face overlapped with Hayden's, and for a moment, the voice note replayed in my mind. I aggressively smacked the bag of roasted chestnuts out of Julian's hand as my vision blurred. "Go away! I don't want to see you!"

His eyes darkened as he dropped to his knees, hands gripping my thighs. His tongue hit my clit first, a flat lick that made me gasp, arching my back. "Yes, like that." He flicked it rapidly, then sucked the nub between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to sting. I threaded my fingers through his hair, grinding against his face. "Eat my pussy, Professor. Make me cum on your tongue."