I Want To Eat You Pancreas Novels & Stories

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.

Just as they confess, I tear a piece of pancake into my mouth and smile darkly. Now, this is interesting, isn’t it?

He could visualize Tess grinning ear to ear when she discovers her ‘new’ son also loved to indulge in her hobbies. Luuk reluctantly lifted his life and fork. He cut a small part of the pancake drowning in honey, bile threatened to spill out of his throat from how sugary it looked. A spoon of diabetes he thought. He brought the fork close to his lips and under Ruben’s pressuring gaze, he took a bite. Without chewing, the natural sweet taste of honey and artificial sweet taste of the sugar in the pancake invaded his taste buds. Sending an electrifying sensation up his brain.

“Why are you having pancakes this early? They will give you belly fat, and when you have sagging stomach, no man will ever want you!” Ugh! First of all, I wasn’t really living for a man to “want me,” and secondly, I wasn’t a model like Lori, but she never cut me any slack. She was a sweet stepmother, but I really abhorred those moments in that house. Now, I could have pancakes, ice-cream, sweets, yoghurts, milk; oh, lots of them, candies and chocolates, instead of coffee, shrimps, and for heaven’s sake, veggies.

"Please, some real food? I don't want to eat your penis. That sounds awful painful for you." I keep my face straight as his falls and he realizes how not in the know about sex I am. Or at least how much I want him to think I'm not. "I want you to eat my cum, bitch, not the penis itself. It's like a straw, you suck on it enough and you'll get a salty treat." I swallow hard. "I'm pretty thirtsty, I don't think I need salty foods, or drinks right now, just something to keep me alive. You do want me alive, right?"

Pinto explained friendly. “Then, what do you eat?” Alfi asked. “I eat everything you dispose of in my body,” Pinto answered friendly. “It means including...” Alfi said shocked. “Exactly,” Pinto replied. “What does it taste like?” Alfi asked in amazement. “I eat it by using my Iru to absorb the whole garbage you dispose of, and I can make them taste like the food I like and I can make them very nutritious,” Pinto explained. “O... Ok, thanks for telling me, Pinto.” Alfi said in a disgusted voice after hearing the explanation.

- He said. - The more you eat, the more you crave it. - He said. - Even if this is one of them, which is inside that box of buttons, and it releases true happiness. – When Yusuke Yoshihiro. - Since these little buds, not much bigger than beans, and extremely sweet... you'll just eat them, you won't need any more. - It will only be yours, nobody else's - He said. – Whenever you will want them in all your meals, but you won't want to repeat anything.

They'd probably disown me if they knew about Dante and me that was my fear. I walked out of bed and put on my pants and then staked to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and inside was a Tupper with someone's pancakes. There was also a plate covered in cling film with overnight oats and fruits. I took both of them out. There was a sticky note attached to both of them. On the oats was a note. Eat me. And on the pancakes was the note. Microwave me and then eat me. I laughed, popped the Tupperware into the microwave, and opened the plate of oats hole. I waited for the pancakes to warm.

I sighed. “No bed.” Violet pouted. “But Violet, the sooner you go to bed, the sooner you can wake up and try Miu’s pancakes.” I suggested. “Pancakes?” Violet perked up. “Mhm. And these aren’t ordinary pancakes. They are not like what you ate at the dinners. These are Japanese pancakes. They are big and fluffy and so yummy. I’m so jealous.” I sighed. “Yay, pancakes! Night night!” Violet exclaimed as I heard the phone be dropped. “I’m so sorry she dropped the phone in excitement. Did you just promise her pancakes?” Ivy asked.

His taste in food is so odd, I looked at that food if any one of them is edible, but after eating only porridge for two days, I feel like craving delicacies, something spicy like pizza, pasta, instant noodles, or anything like pancakes, but not this at least. There was a plate in the middle of that table that was covered, he looked at me before removing the lid, I don't know what that was but based on all these dishes it will also be another blunt spice less and disastrous dish. Looking at my facial expressions, he pulled out the outer lid of the plate, but just the smell of that dish made my day, I jolted to look at that, "Pancakes...!" I don't have anything to say, I grabbed that plate ins