Billie is a popular kid in her school and y/n isn't that popular and she's new. Y/n never thought someone like Billie would even like her or want to be friends. Both girls came from opposite life styles. Y/ns art made Billie want to talk to her. "Hey you fell asleep and dope drawing dude" I can't believe she actually talked to me again. Billie is g/p

[you don't understand what i'm capable of, do you?] this story contains mature themes, read at your own risk ♡

Why does all this shit happen to me? "To have someone so close to you just disappear is a pain I can't explain. It just feels empty. So incredibly empty." Girlxgirl with Billie Eilish. Ember suffers from anxiety and depression but she tries to hide it as good as she can. For her, the way to do it is to put on a mask and act as if she's this confident and cocky girl that no one messes with because they're scared. Sometimes, the mask slips off and people get to see the real Ember, who's emotional, caring and kind. One day, Ember meets a girl who makes her want to take her mask off and show her real personality.

[Sequel To Property Of Billie Eilish] Three years ago, Billie disappeared in a fire that should've taken her life. Everyone thought she was dead-except Riley. Grief-stricken and obsessed, Riley has spent every moment since searching for the girl who taught her how to love... and how to burn. When Riley finally finds Billie in a psychiatric institution, alive but unrecognizable, the reunion is anything but romantic. Billie is medicated, erratic, and unreachable. Riley is bitter, broken, and smoking herself into ruin. What follows is a sharp, spiraling descent into obsession, guilt, and fractured loyalty. Riley can't stop visiting. Billie can't decide if she wants her there. And between insecurity, violent outbursts, and long-forgotten secrets from the night of the fire-both girls must face the one question neither of them is ready to answer: Is love still love when it starts to hurt? Insanity is a dark, emotional novel about mental illness, toxic romance, and the blurred line between devotion and destruction.