I Want To Eat Your Pancreas Novels & Stories

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 looked at him. "Won't you eat with me?" I asked him. "No.." he said. "Why?" "I don't eat in the morning! " "Okay.." After slathering the still steaming treat with liquid sugar, I gingerly cut off another bite of pancake and lifted it towards my mouth. Oh my God! Pure bliss! All that remained on my plate was dribbles of syrup! When i looked up i caught Dylan staring at me with quite a mysterious smile,like the other day at the Fast Food.

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 turn around and sat next to the food. "Eat," the alpha again orders me, while he remains still within the same position. I stare at the food, not wanting to. Deep down I felt consuming this meal. Rice, steam vegetables, and the strong scent of fry chicken. It will end up poisoning me. I didn't want to eat it at all. But, yet again, I had no choice to. If I didn't eat it the crazy alpha might attack me and go insane again probably killing me, so not eating this meal. I would be dead anyway.

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.

But it seemed like he did have some intention of telling me what was going on after all, because once he had to calm down, he turned to look at me, although he was still struggling to maintain his composure. “If there is any piece of advice that I could give you, I will tell you to never eat the pancakes here. There are made without sugar and they taste absolutely horrible - so, if you were lying to me about the fact that they were nice, I accepted. But if you actually like them, we’re going to have a big problem.”

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.

"But he is in the grid. The power grid. The traffic lights. The banking system. He is everywhere." I looked at her. The gold veins in her eyes seemed to pulse. We need to recharge, Julian said abruptly. The mental exertion is draining the battery. The Panacea is consuming our glucose reserves at an exponential rate. I just ate breakfast. Not food, Julian said, his voice dropping an octave, dark and demanding. The other fuel. I looked at Zero. "Go to your room. Read a book. Don't touch anything electronic." Zero stood up. "I will read the encyclopedia."

"So, what do you want first, pancakes or pizza?" "Uhm- I guess pizza will do." "Really!" He sighed "Yeah." "Well, uhm- there isn’t any pizza." I exhaled "Then in that case I will go for pancakes." "There aren’t any pancakes either." "Uhm." I open my mouth to speak but then clamp it shut. He stared into my eyes waiting for an answer. "I will just take a banana or something," I suggested "Wooo! Wooo! Wooo! Wooo! Banana, do you want to get me killed by Jason? I can’t let you eat a banana."

My sister has one of those contagious laughs that you can't help but smile or even laugh at yourself. My plate is filled with three medium-sized pancakes, four streaks of delicious bacon, yeah, I looove bacon and a glass of mango juice. To make it even better, I drenched my pancakes in sweet, yummy syrup. What can I say, I have a sweet tooth. One might think I eat too much, but hey I've got an appetite and I won't starve myself just because of expectations. Yes, I'm self-conscious sometimes and I do have a fear of gaining weight.