I Want To Eat Your Pancreas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tummies start rumbling sooner or later, and then their willpower goes out the window. “Fine.” I shrug. “I already made pancakes for myself, so I guess I’ll just eat them all alone.” I extract a couple of golden brown discs from the stack I made, and slide them onto a plate, carrying it to the table and sitting down to have breakfast. I can see the pups staring at me out of the corner of my eye, their little mouths hanging open in surprise. I pour syrup over the stack and cut off a small triangle, moaning theatrically when I pop it into my mouth.

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.

Quinn Pov After we finished eating I cleaned the table and washed the plates. I ended up eating 4 pancakes with some few bacons, I couldn't eat more because I was starting to get stomach aches. I if had eaten more. I would have puked. Dave and Liam ended up eating my remaining pancakes, I looked at Dave as he was munching on the pancake and bacon, I rolled my eyes. He should have just complimented me properly instead of shrugging me off.

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.

I while inside my head, as I lick my lips looking at the gooey chocolate-filled banana pancakes. Think of something else Iris. Focus on your salad. Focus on your salad. Focus on you... Fuck the salad. Finally snapping, I pick a plate and serve myself three pancakes, and drizzle it with more chocolate and some berries. Without waiting much, I take a big bite, and the flavors explode into my mouth, the soft and melty creaminess of the chocolate with a pinch of sourness of berry has my taste bed satisfied and it felt like I just had one of the best foodgasms.

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”

"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.

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.

“I just can’t see the point of me being here if I can’t do anything in return.” Besides that, it wasn’t a crime to show him that I could be everything he needed. Still, I didn’t want him to feel as if I was taking advantage of him or his money. “That’s funny. That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Panther walked in. I automatically rolled my eyes at his unwanted comment as he walked to the counter. “Looks good Elena, I’m starving!” He praised the food. “Yes, you can take care of your own plate.” “Of course, because I’m not Marvin.” Panther teased.

“Introducing: Pancake Intervention. Or, as I call it, Intern-vention.” “I hate you.” “You love me,” he said, placing the plate down in front of me like he was offering peace to a wild animal. “And you haven’t eaten in five hours. That’s probably why your brain’s melting.” I stared at the pancakes. Then at him. “Brandon. I have exactly three hours to finish five applications, fix my resume, write a cover letter that doesn’t sound like I’m begging for my life, and—why are there blueberries in these?”