I Want To Eat Your Pancreas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Maybe it was the contrast of my ever buzzing mind against the stillness of it all. I had no idea. But for that moment, I allowed myself to enjoy it. I crossed one leg over the other, took a slow sip of my orange-infused tea, and ordered pancakes for myself. I wasn't in the mood to nibble on pastries and pretend to be dainty. Puh-lease. No, I was starving. The sex I had with Luca... ugh... two fucking weeks ago still haunted my body in all the wrong places. I needed carbs. And maybe new men.

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.

Who cared about embarrassing themselves? Jimmy stared at Andrew, his eyes suddenly turning cold. He hissed, "Give me one good reason not to kill you. Otherwise, this time tomorrow, your organs will be scattered across the globe, except for your head, which my guys will turn into mush. Your liver will be sold to Vestra. A martial artist's heart is powerful, and buyers in Meurico love that stuff and pay top dollar." He continued, "As for your kidneys, they look pretty good. I'll eat them myself. I like to pan-fry them in butter with a little coarse salt for seasoning. It tastes amazing. After I eat them, I can go all night with seven girls."

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.”

I sigh and stand up. “Wait, hold on. I’m sorry. Argh, I’m really not making a good impression of myself.” He shakes his head when he mutters the last part before fully turning his attention to me—brows drawn together worriedly. “Please stay. I’m making pancakes.” I watch him when he mentions food. I start to contemplate whether I should stay or not. But getting reminded of why I am here makes my stomach grumble again. “See? Even your stomach agrees. Stay and eat. I make great fluffy pancakes. Plus, we have maple syrup in the fridge.” He bribes.

“He wouldn’t tell me what. Said it belongs to you.” Mia looks up from her homework. “Mama, what’s pancreatic?” “A kind of sick, baby. Eat your breakfast.” “Is somebody sick?” “Nobody you need to worry about.” She goes back to her worksheet. Mason is drawing a wolf in a jacket—a self-portrait, I suspect.

I still haven't taken my eyes from him, and it is most definitely not just pancakes I fancy this morning. He turns back to the cooker as he gets started on the pancakes. My god, this man is the definition of muscle. A few minutes later and he places the pancakes in front of me. I can't help the moan that escapes my lips as I eat them. It seems this man has many talents. Zane’s point of view. I stare at her as she eats the pancakes. She lets out a little moan as a drop of syrup drips from her lips. I feel my cock harden as I watch her eat Fuck I’m in so much trouble with this woman.

Nothing could mask the sheltered upbringing she was exuding. “Bjorn,” Eustace said, coming to rest a soothing hand on Mel’s shoulder, calming the young woman down. “The hunt isn’t as dangerous as you’re making it out to be, and I am sure as a Sprite she could have a few contributions to make.” She addressed Mel, “Your help and knowledge would be appreciated when looking out for certain vegetables and spices to bring back to the clan, maybe something even new we’re not so accustomed to?” ‘Oh, no. Not this.’ Mel silently cowered. She knew enough about vegetation, but not much to be outstanding, and she doubted that the werebears didn’t already know whatever plant-based knowledge she was going

I try to remind myself that we would fuck later. Later girl, later, my lascivious mind reiterates. “First of all, I think I want to have pancake this morning. Have been craving for it ever since” I drool and shuts my eyes. He follows my movement like a hypnotized lech. What is wrong with Drè?. He nods unhurriedly and sits up from the bed to meet me.

“Shouldn't we go upstairs and talk with our bodies? All night?” "Do you want to spend the night with me?” "Yeah. I know you want me too, babe," Liam leans back, wiping his mouth. “Hmph. You know, it's impossible for me because my junior won't get up to ugly people," "Wh-what?" "You don't have a mirror? Your face makes me have no appetite let alone have sex. I don't think my junior will get up. He is so picky," -Splash!- The woman splashed wine on Liam's face.