I Want To Eat Your Pancreas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I won’t work with anybody either. But I don’t want to feel like I’m there solely because of you.” “I hate to tell you this, but that’s how our industry works,” he says truthfully. He consumes a portion of his eggs, followed by a fork of pancake. I drink my milk while watching him eat. I’m still fascinated by his eating habits. “You mean to get in, you need someone to back you up?”

Think I'll scare you. “Why did you sell me there? I don't know English. Besides, there's a reason why I can't eat, I'm full, I can't eat anymore, please eat for me!" I used a soft voice to plead, I heard that boys like sweets, so I used this "sweet honey to kill flies" trick. If he didn't eat, he wouldn't be a man.

Marcus reported. Aww! Tony’s so damn sweet! Why could I not like someone like him?! Ugh! “I want to eat happy food.” I pouted. “I already made pancakes for you if that’s okay with you.” Marcus asked as he placed a plate full of pancakes in front of me. “Oh my god that’s perfect!” I exclaimed as I took the fork and started eating the pancakes immediately. This is heaven! “Anthony told me that you were probably hungry and needed a few extra calories so I made these for you.” Marcus remarked.

Unable to maintain his usual composure anymore, he broke down in tears. "It's not my fault! It was the folk healer who said that if Miriam took the pill, she would come back to life—that she'd wake up for sure!" The doctor coldly cut him off. "That explains it. That poison was laced with a special stimulant. It can temporarily restore mobility, but the toxins would eat away at the flesh." He pointed at Miriam, who was groaning in agony. "It starts from the arm, gradually spreading upward to the chest, then the lower abdomen. Eventually, the entire body rots into decayed flesh, leading to organ failure and death."

Micah’s POV The smell of pancakes hits first. The kind that feels like comfort and home mixed in one. Sandra is mid rant about how Alessandro’s mother fed her “like she has been starving since the last century,” and Alessandro is pretending not to laugh. “Do not look at me like that, Alessandro,” Sandra says, stabbing her pancake. “I saw you sneaking an extra plate last night.” He smirks. “That is what is called appreciating good food, not gluttony.”

I said back "Wait and watch what I do to you then" she fired back "Hey you can't do anything to me, okay, it's all mouth" I said "And by the way what are you guys making," I asked "Why do you want to know" Kira answered "Because I'm gonna eat it in my belly" I replied to her "It's just some pancakes with crepe chicken wraps" Bianca answered "Who sounds delicious," I said "Why won't it sound delicious lazy bones," Kira said

“Please! Please don’t eat me… I…I have a fatty liver!!” Before he could finish his howl, I intervened because at that moment I seemed to reach the brink of my insanity driven by my fear for life. Thus, I desperately begged him to spare me, folding my hands and bowing my head while giving any possible ridiculous excuse that came to my mind, “You won’t find me delicious to consume…and…y-you might get a bad stomachache later. T-That’s why, p-please let me go…I-I swear on my life…I…I will never tell this secret to anybody else and will carry it to my grave. I-I will leave the town if you ask me so. And…before that, I-I will go and search in hospitals to bring a s-suitable liver for you and—”

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

"Will you merely have green salad and juice, my beloved wife?" "Yes, I'm not starving," I responded while savoring a drink. The scrambled eggs on his plate make my mouth water, but I now need to reduce weight. After all, he has called me obese and made fun of me. I was completely helpless when I saw the pancakes that were kept on the table. May I eat a pancake? You can't do that right now since my subconscious forbids me from even glancing at the pancake. Yet why? If I eat a pancake, what will happen?

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?”