When Emilia - a model navigating fame, identity, and the pressure of perfection - is paired with global pop star Billie Eilish for a high-profile publicity contract, neither expects it to feel real. But between the flashes of cameras and the quiet moments behind closed doors, their staged romance blurs into something disarmingly genuine, until ghosts from Billie's past start to mirror the same wounds that have haunted Emi all her life, forcing them to face what they've both tried to ignore.

when soleil takes a job working for a celebrity she already dislikes, she expects the worst. but billie isn't who she thought she was, and the line between professional and personal starts to blur. this is an enemies-to-lovers story about tension, timing, and what happens in between. will they cross the line?

Isabella was drowning in pain, stuck in a cycle she couldn't escape. Then came Billie. Beautiful, wild, unexpected. One night changed everything. But some scars run too deep... And saving each other might destroy them both. Achievements 🥇 #billieeilishsmut 🥇 #billie 🥇 #lesbian 🥇 #hmhas 🥇 #freaky 🥇 #pushandpull 🥇 #losangeles 🥈 #billieeilishfanfic 🥈 #billieeilish 🥈 #girls 5 #billiesmut

Sequel to What He Doesn't Know | Juliette and Billie finally have what they always wanted: each other. The lies are behind them, the world knows, and their house has become a home. Late-night FaceTimes have turned into shared toothbrushes and lazy Sunday mornings. Love, real love, finally feels possible. But stability doesn't mean peace. Not when you're dating someone the world thinks they own. As Billie returns to the spotlight - tours, interviews, flashing cameras - Juliette is pulled into a world she never asked for. A world where rumors spread faster than facts, and where whispers from the past refuse to stay buried. Old flames, broken friendships, and one mistake that never really went away. Because just when they thought the hard part was over...They'll realize some secrets don't die. They just wait.

A provocative music video. Two women forced into a performance of obsession. Billie plays it too well, every touch, every look blurs the line between acting and reality. For Elara, it was supposed to be just a role. For Billie, it might be something darker.

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.

For buttoned-up Dana, life is a carefully curated spreadsheet of routine and order. Her new job as an assistant seems like the perfect, professional fresh start she's been waiting for. Then she meets Billie. Billie is everything Dana despises-and, to her utter frustration, absolutely can't ignore. She makes it her mission to charm Dana into a flustered mess, and Dana finds herself fighting a losing battle to maintain her composure as their worlds collide in a fiery mix of friction and undeniable chemistry.

Stella's world is a hazy blur of hangovers and hook ups. Drowning in alcohol and lost in strangers, she's just trying to forget the ache that shattered her. When she crosses paths with Billie at a wild Hollywood party, the captivating girl is meant to be nothing more than another temporary distraction.

Carson Baker and Billie O'Connell grew up next door to each other and have been inseparable ever since. Carson sticks with Billie when her fame starts to rise, but Billie starts changing when she gets an older boyfriend and Carson goes on tour with her. Carson's dad got a new job and they moved to Florida, making her and Billie fall out of touch. But when Carson moves back to Los Angeles when she gets older and runs into Billie, will it still be the same?

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.