I Want To Eat Your Pancreas Novels & Stories

“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.

I was hungry, and the table was brimming with delicacies I had never seen before. Enticed by the food and captivated by their scent, I walked closer to the table. The scents that bewitched my senses that day were quite similar to the scents that surrounded me right now. Standing on my tiptoes, I gaped at the dishes, my mouth watering. With a hungry gulp, my eyes lit up when they fell on a bear made of pancakes and berries.

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

Bella ran back to the kitchen even though one of my maids could easily have gone to get it. “Take it easy, Scarlett; it is not even a bad idea; it is a great thing for publicity; Leo is one of the top trending searches right now; this will not only let people see how Michael is super smart, but it will also give him exposure, and with the elections coming up, we need you guys out there." “I know, I know, but Leo—” “Will be fine; I am starving. Get me something to eat, and I need to use your restroom right now."

Analia Rayne || "These pancakes are so good." "Yeah, what the hell is in them?" "Crack." They all stop what they're doing, freezing. "I'm just kidding," I roll my eyes before flipping the pancake on the electrical pan. Gio doesn't move still frozen in the air. "Gio you can move. I was joking." "Can never be too sure, but I wouldn't mind trying crack like this. Cause if this is how it tastes then I would do it daily," he takes a bite of the pancake on the fork, finally moving.

Daddy and his awesomeness replaced his pout with a satisfied grin knowing the little ones would devour it very soon. “ You're not taking pancakes?” Mom arched her eyebrows, sitting across me at the dining table. “ Nope” I popped the P and filled my mouth with delicious goodness. Worry etched her face for a sec, I smiled reassuringly. Yeah, so pancakes were my favorite things in the world. But...... I woke up feeling a bit queasy. I don't think I can manage to take them without regurgitating. There's no need for worry, pancakes can never go to waste in the house of the Kingstons. Little stomachs have to get filled up.

I shrugged and selected both. "Nice to know that this place has regular human food,no offence,but after seeing that Shanghein thing I was worried about what your version of a chicken might look like," I kept up a constant stream of inane chatter as I pulled item after item off the shelves and back into the kitchen,depositing them on the counter. "Actually,Ulrik procured these goods during his trips to your world," I found a box of pancake mix and maple syrup. Wayne was already around the six burner stove making what looked like grits.

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 Druid said. We went to a restaurant a few blocks away. "Huh! I thought you were going to take me to some fancy diner with strange food like pizza. We eat these too you know, with olive oil, honey, and buttermilk. They are so meh!" "Oh trust me when I say those ancient pancakes of yours got nothing on these. Try it with this delicious syrup and you will not want to go back ever."

He questioned. “Fries and sauce with pancakes and syrup, I don't want to go inside, I'm afraid my stomach may churn,” I ordered and he whipped his head back and for a moment I thought he was going to get a whiplash. “Fries and sauce with pancakes??!!!! Will you eat that together or you'll eat them separately??” He exclaimed and scrunched up his nose in disgust. “I'll be eating them together of course, why are you overreacting as if you haven't heard the sweet combination before?” I asked with irritation dripping from my tone.