I Want To Eat Ur Pancreas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Stone- head and Stone- heart was not like this from the beginning. “Sit down first.” Peter replies, making me sit on the chair before he proceeds to serve the pancakes on the plate in front of me, and I notice that he has made chocolate pancakes. Picking up the maple syrup from the other side of the table, he starts to speak again; “I don't think I would be the right person to tell you about this incident, but–” Before I could have heard what exactly he was going to say next, I feel a strong and sharp pain in my stomach. The sudden urge to throw up makes me jump from my seat and rush towards the washroom, leaving behind the trails of screams in Peter's voice.

And just like that I was certain he was not going to speak again. After the walk-through ended, I rubbed my stomach dramatically. “I’m starving.” Ethan gave me a look. “What do you want to eat?” I groaned. “I don't know but I’m tired of food that comes in tiny dots, I want real food. Bread, pasta and sauce. You know—things that weigh something.” “There’s this place I know,” Ethan started. “No,” I interrupted, “you’re going to suggest some place that serves $100 sushi made with gold leaf. I need grease and carbs. There’s a honey Italian spot near my apartment. They serve pasta like they mean it.”

I heard him say. “No need for that. I'm almost done, just a moment …” I said before rinsing. Furthermore, I had never heard of Zion again, so I thought about it. He misunderstood me the other day when I said the pig. I don't like them, never. I just love them inside my tummy. Not only that, but I'm dead! Furthermore, I just got there last night and ate a zebra. That's why I’m nervous that I might not have restrained myself. I just hope and share my human form. Not only that, but I can’t lose my sanity, and might just eat them all.

"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.

Stephan softly replied. I muttered a 'good morning' as well, whilst taking my seat next to him which he simply ignored. "Pancakes?"Emily questioned, as she placed a glass of protein shake infront of Stephan. He yawned and nodded. "Not the maple syrup though. Just a dash of butter." "And you my dear?" "With maple syrup and strawberries." She gave us a thumbs up before walking to the attached kitchen. "Are you looking for diabetes?" My brows scrunched up. "Huh?"

He asked with a smile on his face. I smiled back and nodded. “Thank you, Blue.” I told him. I’ve been eating their chocolate pancakes all week coupled with their sweet milkshake. I’m getting a little diabetic the more I eat here but sweet is my weakness. I looked around and took pictures of the sceneries from where I am at this point. Everything about this place is good. I could just sit here and take great photos of whatever it is. I opened my phone to check the pictures I got from my GoPro and smiled to myself. I’m thinking of printing something when I came back home. If I go back home…

I stiffen my posture and pretend nothing is wrong, but my stomach churns and the chocolate I've just eaten rises into my bile. "They weren't mine." I control the urge to vomit and try not to weaken. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the image of David Bragança, who, with a frown and the expression of someone who doesn't understand anything, with blinking. I look down at the table and notice that part of the bag is falling off. I look back at the man and see him watching me, still frowning. My heart races and the guilt comes with everything. My mother is right, I shouldn't eat so many sweets when I'm on a diet.

Nathaniel POV Pandora and I were sitting in McDonalds eating our usual chicken nuggets and fries. As long as I have known Panda, she has had this crazy fetish for McDonald’s fries and ranch dressing. I couldn’t help but watch her intently as she slowly dipped the fry in the ranch dressing, flicked her tongue out and consumed the treat. Damn, I thought to myself, watching her eat that fry was one of the most sensual things that I had ever seen.

However, his eyes harden at the plate, and he glares at me. "What's this, Lulu?" he asks me with disgust. "Pancakes, Santo," I replied without emotion. He lifts one of the pancakes with the tip of his fork and pushes the plate in front of him. I shake my head and get up to grab the various condiments one of the maids brings: jam, homemade whipped cream, liquid chocolate, caramel, confectioners' sugar, and toasted pistachios. I swear to God that if I can get him to die of diabetes from my food, I'll give away whole boxes of candles to all the churches.

"Do I really need to talk about it?" "Yes. Yes, you do." "God, I think I'm going to be sick." "What did you eat?" "Uhmmm... cakes, scones, ice cream, a fortune cookie, and some berries." Sean began to laugh. "It's not funny...ohhhh...this is a very serious situation." "Well, that's what you get for eating so much sugar." "This is serious Sean...ahhhh... what am I going to do?" "There's nothing to do. Your body is just going to have to get it all out of your system."