"𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨." 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬.

I was about to get out of my car, but a loud noise at my window made me jump. I saw two hands pressed against the glass. What the fuck? The person took off their glasses and raised slightly their hat. Is that.... Billie Eilish? ☆ well hello, I'm cringing rn but this is my first story, I hope you like it cause I do hey wattpad's being a b!tch so I apologize if you see the chapters in a crazy order

she was different. her blue eyes. her dimpled cheeks. her green and black hair. her tattoos, her nose piercing that glistened in the light. she didn't smile often, but when she did, it was mostly around me. she protected me, she understood me, she listened to me. she knew i was off limits, she knew i was still healing from my hurt in the past. she knew i was never attracted to somebody like her, but she never gave up. and neither did i. cover : @ukiy0h

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.

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.

Isabella Cruz never thought her life would turn out this way. At 25, she's a single mother of two Andy, 8, and Casey, 6 living in a New York apartment with her sisters and fighting to hold on to stability. Once, she dreamed of acting, even got a few call backs. But that dream died the moment the man she married told her it would "stab him in the heart." Instead, Isabella gave him everything her youth, her loyalty, her future only to discover his betrayal in the worst possible way. The divorce left her broken. Piece by piece, she rebuilt, only to lose it all again when her steady job suddenly collapsed. With no paycheck and no hope, Isabella is ready to give up until one ad changes everything. "Personal Assistant needed" She applies. She interviews. What she doesn't know is that the job could place her side by side with global superstar Billie Eilish...

"YOOO FIN WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT USING MY-" a girl with silver hair yelled, barging into the bathroom. "Well fuck me, you're not Finneas" the girl said, looking me up and down, drawing attention to the fact that only a towel was wrapped around me. "No I'm not, so get out!" "Woah mamas, you're in my bathroom, in my home and using what smells like my body wash so how about you get the fuck out" Lord help this girl and her audacity.

another billie fan fic. you should read it tho 1st book of the more than a fan series achieved: #1 in billieeilishpiratebairdoconnell

"𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨." 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 . . ☾☽

Being on a world tour is nothing new for Billie Eilish. But when her old manager gets fired, and Harper-sharp, stunning, and maddeningly professional-steps in, things start to feel... different. Harper's rule is simple: no mixing business with pleasure. But Billie's charm, wit, and raw vulnerability chip away at Harper's walls. And Billie? She's falling too-but fear, fame, and forbidden feelings make it hard to breathe. In a world full of cameras, pressure, and packed schedules, how do you stay professional when your heart's off-script?