I Want To Eat Your Pancreas Novels & Stories

"Don't worry. Sir will still eat. I've brought his favorite nectar and herbal medicine to treat his wounds. Excuse me, Miss." Pandora bowed her head slightly, regretting the ownerless porridge. Her mind wandered far away after learning that Kingston liked nectar-like foods made from pollen. She didn't even notice that Chris had left the room. "Why are you still here, Panda?" "You look disappointed," Chris commented, noticing something different about Pandora's attention. It was all worth questioning. The porridge was in her hands and Helios was nowhere to be seen. "Didn't you meet King?" "I forgot King doesn't eat meat. If you want to meet Aceli, go ahead, Dad. I'll go to the kitchen and put

"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.

daddy says as he forwards the spoon filled with curd. I sip on the sweet curd, my tastebuds, or maybe my liver would be cussing me at this time, considering how much he was making me eat it. Almost every day. It would be no surprise if I have diabetes. I roll my eyes as he awaits my reaction like those participants in cooking shows. I pretend to grimace to which he took the spoon back wanting to taste himself. His grey eyes turning a little disappointed while his lips tugged down. He mumbles to himself.

"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?"

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.

I said and her eyes widened and she looked really concerned and dropped the spoon. “then I also don't need it.” She said like she was doing some crime by eating it in front of me. God, this girl is so innocent. I picked the spoon and put it near her lips. “I have diabetes not you, and I want you to have it...it will be the same, I will feel like I ate it..." Cheesy I know but that is the truth and hearing this she smiled the best smile ever. After finishing I paid through my credit card. But Kiyara has to interrupt.

I really want to gag, but I just sit there. "Well, Roman said you need to eat, and he expects you to eat half",he looks at me, and his eyes narrow. "Fine," I make my face go blank as I move to the table. I eat the fruit, but the pancakes I push away. "Heather," Bow starts to lecture me. "I ate all the fruit that has to be good enough. Right, doctor, Frank?"I ask, needing someone in my corner. Both sigh, and I pick at the eggs hating this.

"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.

And just like that I was certain he was not going to speak again. After the walk-through ended, I rubbed my stomach dramatically. “I’m starving.” Ethan gave me a look. “What do you want to eat?” I groaned. “I don't know but I’m tired of food that comes in tiny dots, I want real food. Bread, pasta and sauce. You know—things that weigh something.” “There’s this place I know,” Ethan started. “No,” I interrupted, “you’re going to suggest some place that serves $100 sushi made with gold leaf. I need grease and carbs. There’s a honey Italian spot near my apartment. They serve pasta like they mean it.”

However, his eyes harden at the plate, and he glares at me. "What's this, Lulu?" he asks me with disgust. "Pancakes, Santo," I replied without emotion. He lifts one of the pancakes with the tip of his fork and pushes the plate in front of him. I shake my head and get up to grab the various condiments one of the maids brings: jam, homemade whipped cream, liquid chocolate, caramel, confectioners' sugar, and toasted pistachios. I swear to God that if I can get him to die of diabetes from my food, I'll give away whole boxes of candles to all the churches.