A collection of Billie Eilish smut short stories - MATURE CONTENT

"Its only took 7 minutes in heaven for our new beginning to start" G!p Billie Currently re-writing some chapters the rest will be up soon again.

A lonely single mom with a hidden past works nights as a phone sex operator-until a voice on the other end of the line begins to unravel everything she's tried to keep buried. (g!p)

(Completed) a story about serenity who found love in a gangster/killer(billie) she thought she could change... but billie ended up changing her. What are the tragic events to come?...

read to find out... * this contains smut so if you don't like that please don't read :) i have had this book don't for weeks so you can have the whole thing now, i have a small ish sequel so lmk if you want me to publish that too! i'm about to start on a new book so if you want anything specifically tell me *

unknown: bro i need my shIT BACK i don't have your shit lol unknown: yes you do just give it back i'm sorry but you have the wrong number ============================== in which alysia, an eighteen year old with a love for photography, receives a text from an unknown number that changes her life. or in which billie, a seventeen year old trying to breakout in the music industry, texts the wrong number. ============================== lowercase intended ============================== started: 1/1/2020 ended: 6/10/2020 ============================== achieved: 🏅#1 in #billieeilish 6/15/2021 🏅#3 in #billie 3/15/2020 🏅#1 in #lesbian 5/15/2020 🏅#1 in #girlxgirl 4/22/2020 🏅#1 in #bisexual 5/9/2020

Eva's back... and she has a new target. • The sequel to "You're Next" •

when it goes dark you know who to call Billie Eilish g!p

Sequel. Finished November 2024! Sometimes I'm sad we only met during summer. Never saw me in a puffer jacket, with red cheeks, cold hands holding onto yours.

Finished May 2024! 'Wait, you knew me already?' she confronted me. 'This is sick. I'm outta here.' She hastily put her top back on and made her way inside. I clutched her wrist. 'Please let me explain, Billie.' She gave me a stern look, 'Let go of me.' Reluctantly, I did.