I Want To Eat Your Pancreas Novels & Stories

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.

Attempting to regain composure, I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, trying to steady my racing heart. But as I drizzled maple syrup over my pancakes, I couldn't help but feel torn between my physical cravings and the gravity of our current situation. Chase's playful actions only added to the dilemma, and I couldn't deny the allure of both his intimate touch and the delicious chocolate-chip pancakes before me. The sight of the syrup cascading over the sweet confection was enough to tempt anyone's senses.

"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?"

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.

I moaned as I took a bite " This is so good" " Don't rush yourself. It's not running away. And I'm sure Brenda will agree with me on that, you are the one who didn't want me to work for you." I ignored him and continued eating my pancakes. Four plates and a half later, I was full and couldn't stand on my feet. " Help me" I poured patting my tummy He laughed " You look like Snow. An over fed Snow" " I was so hungry, who knew I could eat so much?"

"Chips, chocolate, and sodas? Or do I order a few pizzas?" "Hawaiian please with extra cheese, an order of wings, and a large as hell Coke," I rattled off my order; his eyes widened. "What?" Shaking his head, he grabbed a few bags from his junk-food hiding spot and jumped back on the bed. This time, he sat beside me. "Love that you eat like a normal person and don't pick at lettuce all day." "There's a lot you don't know about me, Parker." I'm not what you think I am.

May pov I'm holding the cutest little boy ever as he eats pancakes and I drink my broth. I had to explain I was sick and unable to eat pancakes with him and he looked sad. "I share with you",but I nod no. "sorry baby I can't eat that yet but when I can I will share with you",I absolutely love kids but I won't let Duke know that. He probably doesn't want me in any way because I was raped. I still have freaking nightmares and flashbacks.

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…

When I told her the arrangement felt inappropriate, she immediately snapped at me for even bringing it up. "Daniel and I go way back. If anything were ever going to happen between us, you wouldn't have even been in the picture." Later, Daniel threw himself into competitive eating streams, and I followed his account, trying my best to be supportive. That was when the nightmare began. Every time he went live, my stomach swelled as if it had been stuffed to the brim, like it was about to split open. Eventually, I ended up in the hospital with pancreatitis. The doctors said it was caused by extreme overeating. Severe cases could kill a person outright.

“You need to eat too. We have something to discuss.” He slid the black file across the counter. My appetite vanished. My heartbeat didn’t. “What is that?” “Eat.” “I can’t when that thing is staring at me like it wants to ruin my life.” His lips twitched. Almost a smile. Almost. “The sooner you eat, the sooner you can find out.” So I shoved the pancake into my mouth, chewing like it owed me answers. His gaze stayed locked on my mouth, almost predatory, like he was imagining something far filthier than breakfast.