Novel I Want To Eat Your Pancreas Novels & Stories

Nathaniel POV Pandora and I were sitting in McDonalds eating our usual chicken nuggets and fries. As long as I have known Panda, she has had this crazy fetish for McDonald’s fries and ranch dressing. I couldn’t help but watch her intently as she slowly dipped the fry in the ranch dressing, flicked her tongue out and consumed the treat. Damn, I thought to myself, watching her eat that fry was one of the most sensual things that I had ever seen.

“Now you have three.” I stared at the plate. So did Poppy, but then her little face lit up. “Now it has personality.” Sebastian went back to cooking. “Thank God.” I lifted my mug and took a sip. It was perfect. I wanted one thing this morning I could hate without complications, and even the damn coffee had decided to take his side. Poppy started pouring maple syrup. I moved the bottle after three seconds. “Enough.” “I’m not done.” “Your pancreas is.”

Whatever. He still had to eat. Low profile didn’t mean starvation. He grabbed lunch from the cafeteria — ignoring the flinches and sidesteps — and retreated to the abandoned corner near the emergency exit. There used to be vending machines here once, judging by the sad electrical outlet and historical dust. Perfect spot. No crowd. No eyes. No whispers. He slipped his mask off and started eating in peace. Until a voice blared through the cafeteria like broken speakers. “Wait… YOU MEAN A PSYCHOPATH IS IN OUR SCHOOL?”

I don't know what should I do but I one thing I know for sure is that I don't want to go to doctor. Another strange thing I have noticed in me is that I want to be with him all the time. Why I am having this feeling? My body literally craves him. Currently I am having breakfast and it is hard to eat anything. It is eleven in morning and too late for breakfast but I woke up late. Everything looks bad. Chiara gave me some juice which helped me with my headache but still I am not feeling good. I look at pancakes in front of me and I feel like everything is coming out. I don't want to eat it anymore. I leave it on table and come back in my room.

I glanced down and frowned. "I never asked for them heated." Panic instantly spread across her face. She bit her lip, clearly at a loss, before finally forcing herself to speak. "I'm sorry. Lucas only ever eats them fresh out of the oven, so I subconsciously just…" I almost laughed out loud. Was she trying to declare that she knew Lucas's habits better than I did? Such a cheap form of provocation. Truthfully, I had been the original regular customer at this bakery. I'd even gotten myself one of their black-gold VIP cards.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

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 don't want to be a pawn in a deal or marry some boring aged businessman who doesn't even know sex positions for more than just three. I keep wondering why he took the Nutella when he already spread it on the pancakes. Wait... Oh! Ewwww. I shake my head as images of his girlfriend Lucy covered in Nutella dances in my head. His words float like helium balloons in my mind as I walk out of the kitchen with no pancakes. I need to get a job. I need a degree. But first, I need to pass. My legs automatically take me to my room. I see my clothes, books, towel, papers, and pens on the floor lying freely, which makes it even harder to search for the floor.

I couldn't help it, it was too terrifying and looked disgusting, especially with my ability to create a vivid imagination just by reading a book which is why I could imagine those gore scenes and blood scenes. I was warned by the author that the chapter contains bloody scenes, gore, and other scenes that aren't suitable for those who are eating but I didn't mind those warnings and happened to eat cookies while reading the content. I almost vomited everything that I ate that time because of the content that I read. It made me lose my appetite which made me lose two pounds that day but I still read it anyway out of curiosity, enduring my goosebumps. That was the reason why I concluded that the

“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.