Evangeline Davenport has never heard the word no. Born into privilege and raised to rule every room she walks into, she's smart, magnetic, and untouchable. College is just another stage for her to own-until she meets Billie Eilish. Billie is everything Evangeline isn't. Unimpressed. Unfiltered. Impossible to control. Their dislike is instant, their rivalry fierce, and neither is willing to back down. But when hate starts to feel a lot like desire, the rules change. Lines blur. And soon, Evangeline is playing a game she's never played before-one she can't win without risking the only thing she's never given away: her heart.

Alana Spencer is an Air Force pilot from New York, built on discipline and distance. But when she meets Billie Eilish - all chaos, warmth, and intensity - her world tilts. Can you fall in love when your heart belongs to the sky, and your duty is to your country?

Was hoping you'd come home. I don't care if it's a lie. - This is the sequel to Hit Me Hard.

Dakota Bloom had never cared much for rules. She lived lightly, guided by her own principles, never drawn to monogamy or settling down. It had always been easy to leave. Until she met Billie Eilish - and holding onto those principles became less certain.

When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

When Emilia - a model navigating fame, identity, and the pressure of perfection - is paired with global pop star Billie Eilish for a high-profile publicity contract, neither expects it to feel real. But between the flashes of cameras and the quiet moments behind closed doors, their staged romance blurs into something disarmingly genuine, until ghosts from Billie's past start to mirror the same wounds that have haunted Emi all her life, forcing them to face what they've both tried to ignore.

She swore she'd only give herself to someone she loved. She didn't expect it to be her. The night of the Met Gala was supposed to be just another night of cameras, designer gowns, and champagne smiles. But when supermodel Claire Harbour crossed paths with Billie Eilish, everything she thought she knew about control began to unravel. What started as stolen glances on the red carpet turned into breathless gasps behind closed doors. Under Billie's touch, Claire broke the one rule she promised she'd never cross. Because this wasn't just a hook-up. This was her first time. And Billie Eilish was the one who took it.

Angie, a photographer from Sacramento who's never left her hometown, embarks on a tour with Billie, capturing more than just images. Like Moon River's dream of "two drifters off to see the world," Angie's journey becomes one of wandering and wonder-navigating desire, uncertainty, and the pull of places and people that feel like home. She must decide whether to nurture this connection or let it drift away, like a river carrying her toward the unknown.

Isabel, a grounded financial analyst rebuilding her life in New York, crosses paths with Billie, a globally known artist led by instinct and guarded vulnerability. What begins as chance encounters in late-night parties slowly grows into a magnetic pull. They're from different worlds -one built on logic, the other on feeling- but somehow, they fit exactly where it doesn't make sense to.

Effy works nights at a shitty bar in a shitty part of LA, lives in an even shittier apartment with a leaky ceiling and a stray cat that refuses to leave. She's all rough edges and way too used to life handing her the short end of the stick. Nothing ever comes easy, and if it does, it probably wants something in return. Then this girl walks in. Easy laugh. Soft eyes. Looks like sin in a bandana and moves like the world's hers for the taking.