Ornessa Bellavanti never asked for the spotlight - but being the daughter of one of Hollywood's most famous actors meant she could never fully escape it. For years, she stayed hidden, until a random night at a restaurant brought her face-to-face with someone she didn't recognize at first: Billie Eilish. 🥇famous, wlw, billieeilish 🥈celebrity, girls 🥉gxg

Betty A single mother of two, her days are built around school lunches, early trains, and hotel room checklists. She's good at staying unnoticed - by guests, by life, even by herself. Billie lives in the spotlight. A global icon on tour, her days blur with flashing lights and distant faces. But when she spots a familiar one - the girl from the front row, now cleaning her hotel suite - something shifts. Betty tries to keep it professional. Billie can't help but be curious. What begins with cautious glances and guarded conversations unfolds into something softer, deeper - a connection neither of them expected. In a world where fame and routine never touch, what happens when opposite worlds collide... and refuse to let go?

"Alright, that sounds like the Skibidi Toilet beat," "Excuse you?" "Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just saying... this so-called genius beat you're vibing with? It's giving bathroom meme energy." "Bathroom meme energy?" "Yep, this 'uncreative era' of yours has hit you extra hard recently, huh?" "I'ma hit you extra hard in a minute." "Woah there! why so aggressive? I'm only here to help." "Go back to fucking Russia, kid." "Ain't no way you just absolutely violated me like that. That was savage." "Oh, I can go harder," "Fine, at least I don't sound like a twelve-year-old demon child when I laugh." "Oh hell no." "Yep. Like, you know the sound of a possessed doll in a horror movie? Add asthma. That's you." For a second Billie just stared at me, dead silent. Then she burst out laughing so violently that she actually snorted. "See? Exhibit A!"

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.

Billie blinked. "Wow," she said tightly. Her smile was more strained than a bra two sizes too small. "How long have you two been together?" "Oh no no! Not dating... yet?" She added, her hand sliding up my thigh so casually you'd think she did it every Tuesday. "Oh, fuck me," Billie muttered to herself, standing abruptly. "Getting a drink," She didn't wait for a response, or permission, or the Lord's blessing. Just turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd like a storm cloud in eyeliner. - Billie took a gulp from her cocktail like it was water in the desert and she'd just crawled out of emotional quicksand. Half the drink disappeared in one go. I blinked. "What is in that?" "Vodka," she said flatly. "And...?" Sophie asked, voice a little too polite like she was a customer service rep bracing for a Karen. "Vodka," Billie repeated, nodding like she just solved a riddle. "Do you still have those photos, Lynx?" she asked suddenly, voice low and laced with something unreadable. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. "The nude ones. From my house. A month ago." Her lip curled into a subtle smirk, the kind that belonged in a courtroom or a very expensive lingerie ad. I cleared my throat. "Do you... want them?" Billie shrugged. "No. Just wanted to make sure you still had them." She drained the rest of her drink like that sentence hadn't just broken the vibe into a million awkward little pieces. "Yo, what's this about photos?" a very drunk man asked, stumbling over with the grace of a wet sock. "Who the fuck invited you?" Billie snapped, her voice slicing through the noise sharper than a guillotine in a Gucci ad. I stared at him like he was an IKEA instruction manual written in Klingon. "Piss off, Liam," Billie muttered, already over it.

Isadora Capri A new Name at nevermore Academy. How will her teaching Chareer unfold What role will Ms Valentina Reynolds play? What will happen when they get closer than they should? Will it work out?

Where an almost insignificant girl becomes everything in the life of someone who til then thought her destiny was to remain alone.

Wednesday lives alone in her house after she graduated from Nevermore. While walking during the night she senses that an unknown creature keeps following her. Is that creature a friend ? A foe ? Or a Lover. Read my story now and enjoy as you go through the love story of Wednesday and Enid. This is my first work ever so please bare with me 🥲. Love you wenclair shippers 🩷🖤

just read it, if you don't like it idc :) btw, i dont re-read my chapters so if there are any faults please don't mind em

This is super long...! Wenclair. Takes place the end of summer after the school was shut down. Weems is also not dead. TW - Mature audience