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.

SEQUAL TO "THE DINER." If you haven't read the 1st book, go ahead and do so or else this WILL NOT make sense! Sabrina thought she could escape. She thought she found a way out. She followed every clue and it led her into a trap. So far the only true person she has trust in is her father- who is where? What can she trust? Who can she trust? What more is there to know? Will Sabrina ease into this new way of life and commit herself to her greatest potential in a twisted world? Will she be too soft for The Eightfold Order? Will she settle into Billie's law and order? Will she survive? - SEQUAL - GXG - MYSTERY - THRILLER - ROMANCE

sunday romero was a twenty-five year old, high school art teacher. an unplanned pregnancy led to her getting married younger than she had envisioned. her life wasn't all what she had hoped for but she improvised, and made it to what it is. and for the most part, she wouldn't change it for the world. for the most part. but something was always missing. when taking a day off for alone time, turns into unexpected company from a girl named billie, sunday began realizing what that missing thing was. that thing she desired. that person.

"Girl Next Door" SEQUEL!!! All credits to the original creator, bilspurpose I can't believe I finally found the sequel! Since it was deleted from Wattpad, I wanted to bring it back for everyone who loved Girl Next Door. Warning: mature themes and smut ahead!

freaks is that what we are.// book has sh, abuse, and other trauma topics(not by billie) Billie Eilish G!p book 46 Chapters

Another PAIGE_2807 original /// Neveah watched her carefully. "You are good with him," she said. Billie did not look back. "He needs someone to not look scared." Neveah studied her from across the room. The woman who filled stadiums now sat in a tent smelling faintly of antiseptic and fear, dabbing a child's fever as though that were the only stage that mattered. "You are afraid," Neveah observed gently. Billie's hand stilled for half a second. "Yeah," she admitted. Silence stretched between them, not hostile now but heavy with honesty. Neveah pushed herself upright and stepped closer to the bed. "I did not become a surgeon for money." Billie glanced back, wary. "I became one," Neveah said slowly, "because there are moments when someone is balanced on the thinnest edge between living and dying, and you get to reach across and pull them back. It feels like stealing from something dark." Billie held her gaze. "And here?" she asked quietly. "Here," Neveah said, eyes flicking to Ali, "Disease is the worst kind of injury to have, in my opinion. I can cut off a leg to save a life, but I can't fix what I can't see," "And knowing all that, you still stood in here and took your mask off," Billie caught her gaze. "Why?" Neveah smiled softly, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I felt your terror, and that was something I knew I could fix just by being here," She explained. "Medicine isn't always physical," Billie didn't know what to say. Instead, she just nodded, accepting the selfless act as nothing more than a doctor attending her patient. "If we survive this, I'll buy you a cup coffee," Billie teased.

In April of 2024, Paloma Solís had her First Bite of heartbreak. Not the ordinary kind - the kind that has you moving across the country to escape it. The Aftertaste was supposed to fade. It didn't.

iris, a 23-year-old woman, is struggling with every-day-life. as a single mother of a five-year-old, she has a lot of stress and always needs to be somewhere. what happens, when one day her daughter decides to run away from a dog, which leads iris to an unforgettable encounter with another young woman? will they meet again?

Some feelings are easy to ignore. Others settle in your chest and refuse to leave. For Billie Eilish, that feeling has a name. Sabrina Carpenter. As their worlds begin to overlap, quiet moments turn into lingering looks and unspoken tension builds into something neither of them is brave enough to acknowledge. But there's only so long you can pretend not to feel something this intense. "Do you have any idea the things I want to do every time I picture you?"