Even though Angel didn't follow her mom's path in being a gang leader, she was a huge target. She was sent to a private school abroad and Tala aka her mom decided to call an assassin who will protect Angel in the shadows. Angel Castillo is now 18 she's starting her senior year in a new school and with new people. Lucifer is a trained assassin who was sent to protect Angel. She'll try to get closer to Angel while trying not to reveal who she really is.

"W-what are you doing here?" Aya asked. She wasn't expecting any guests, and certainly not the temporary lover that stood in her dark hallway. They smiled widely, but Anya could tell there was something more sinister behind their eyes. "Just having my dinner, can't you see?" They responded back as they took the palm of their hand and licked the blood that dripped from the tips of their fingers.

A gxg story that was inspired by the song The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script. UNDER ULTRA MEGA SUPER REVISION This is the only prof x stud book that I've published and will publish lmao

Juliana Cruz is 5 feet of glitter, guts, and quiet genius. Singer. Songwriter. Lesbian. Chronic overthinker. Fiercely loved only child. And very, very down bad for Billie Eilish. At 21, Jules has spent most of her life writing songs for other people's love stories-until a viral karaoke cover of Till Forever Falls Apart accidentally flips the spotlight onto her. Practically overnight, she's offered a record deal, shoved into the public eye, and faced with the one thing she's never had to do before: believe in herself. She's never hidden who she is. If you know Jules, you know she likes women. You know she loves loud, feels deeply, and flirts like it's an art form. With her two best friends-YouTube icons Larray and Tara Yummy-riding shotgun, and her cousin Mitch producing her debut album Think Later, Jules dives headfirst into the chaos of fame, queer identity, and what it means to finally stop playing it safe. She's funny like Sabrina Carpenter, soft like Gracie Abrams, chaotic like Tate McRae in 4-inch platforms-and the crush she's nursed on Billie Eilish for years? It's no joke. It's the kind of crush that could wreck her. The kind that makes her feel too much. But Billie doesn't even know she exists. Not yet. Because Jules has rules: 1. Think later. 2. Love louder. 3. And if Billie Eilish ever touched her? Kissed her? Wanted her? She wouldn't just fall. She'd let her.

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

Daniver calls the sky her home. Carrie calls every country a client. A pilot who is always chasing the horizon. An attorney with international cases that never let her stay still. Two women with packed lives in carry-ons and no reason to slow down. Well, until they crash into each other. No plans. No expectations. Just fate being annoying. Every city becomes a backdrop, every fleeting moment feels like home, and somehow, between delayed flights and overbooked rooms, they start thinking about staying. They say, when your worlds are always in motion, maybe love is the one thing that finally makes you want to land.

"a whole ass angel," i declared. "the world does not deserve you, billie eilish." she giggled. "you don't think so?" i turned so that i was laying on my back now. i made grabby hands for her, then pulled her so that she was laying on top of me. i cupped her cheeks softly after she propped herself up a bit. "i know so. you're too good for this world; too pure." i murmured as i softly rubbed my thumb against her cheekbone. "yeah?" "yeah," i confirmed with a nod. "i'm so deadass right now. you are- you're an angel in my eyes." ============================== billie eilish gets bored of the same old 'perfect' life in heaven. she always watches the people on earth. she was envy of them. so one day, she leaves heaven to go see what earth is really like. ============================== lowercase intended ============================== disclaimer: this story is not meant to offend anybody of any religion. it's just for fun. ============================== started: 5/25/2021 ended: 6/21/2021 ============================== achieved: 🏅 #5 in #billieeilish 5/30/2021

Skye saw her chance to get closer to Reyna and grabbed it. Skye became Reyna's new tablemate and more would happen between them. What would a small project for the whole school do to them as new tablemates? Sexual content Intersex

Leiya Pierce, 18, is finally back to her old self after falling into a deep depression after her twin sister Lilly died. She was ready to focus on her basketball career and finish high school on a good note. What happens when her new history teacher challenges her goal of having a peaceful senior year? 18 +

An secret affair between sister's-in-law : : "No, I'm a mother. I may not be where I want in life, but people still look up to me. I've already broken my sister's trust." "She'll never know. You need this more than I do." "If I need it, I'll find someone else. Not you." My eyes couldn't help but flick up to gauge her reaction. She didn't take it well. The tattoos on her skin seemed ready to melt away, her eyes darkened like hollow voids, and her jaw clenched so tightly it looked sharper than the tension between us. "I can fuck other college guys if I want to." "But you won't. You know you can't." "If I want to, I'm my own woman-" Her hand gripped my already sore throat, but this time, I wasn't as startled. "No one else is touching you-only me. I laid claim to you when I first set eyes on you, and I marked you when I came in you. That means something," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.