─── 𝑐𝑜𝑑𝑎 | 𝑓𝑢𝑘𝑎𝑗. coda. 1. «zakończenie kompozycji muzycznych zawierające zwięzłe powtórzenie głównych tematów» 2. «zakończenie utworu literackiego lub jakiejś historii, będące ich podsumowaniem» konstancja nigdy nie spodziewałaby się, że będzie jej dane ponownie spotkać się z aleksandrem. jednak pewnego wieczoru wpadła na niego niemal przypadkiem, nie do końca wiedząc, jak powinna się zachować. jak powiedzieć mu o tym, co ukrywała przez ostatnie lata. [aleks "fukaj" wasiluk x fem! oc] [first part: 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑚 | 𝑓𝑢𝑘𝑎𝑗.] [przekleństwa i motywy używek] [cover by me] [©maybejusthappyy 2022]

─── 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑚 | 𝑓𝑢𝑘𝑎𝑗. preludium. 1. «wstęp instrumentalny do jakiegoś większego utworu» 2. «samodzielny, krótki utwór instrumentalny» 3. «fakt będący zapowiedzią czegoś» to wszystko to tylko preludium. każdy koniec ma swój początek, tak samo, jak każda historia musi mieć zakończenie. dziewczyna będąca chodzącą definicją chaosu i chłopak, który w pewnym momencie zamieni jej życie w ten chaos. historia pełna wzlotów i upadków, która nie wiadomo jak się zakończy... [aleks "fukaj" wasiluk x fem! oc] [przekleństwa i motywy używek] [cover by me] [©maybejusthappyy 2022]

- Wyobrażasz sobie swoje życie za parę lat? - Nie. - odparł od razu bez większego zastanowienia - Wolę żyć tym co jest teraz. - dodał beztrosko - Ale wiem, że wszystko co będzie kiedyś będzie z tobą u mojego boku. ,,Chciałbym żyć w snach, bo świat nasz jest dziwny w nocy staję się magiczny.''

A Billie Mafia story (G!P) This book includes ------------ Mature language Drugs Sex

When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

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?

Nevaeh Grant gets a text from an unknown number that won't stop texting her, but she soon finds out it's a singer she likes, Billie Eilish. Will these texts turn into something bigger?

She rests her chin in her hands and looks up at me, swinging her legs back and forth through the air. "What keeps you up at night?" I stare up at the ceiling, thinking. I shake my head slightly. "Just... thinking about a bunch of things." "Like?" I look over at her, glancing down at her lips and then back at her eyes. I swallow before answering. "You."

Sequel to Behind Closed Doors "Bye." Her face disappears from my screen and I sigh, burying my face in my comforter. This is the beginning of the end. And it sucks.

I bite my lip as I contemplate whether I should ask the question that's been bouncing around my head all day. Taking a deep breath, I look up at her. "Are you embarrassed of me," I blurt out before I can change my mind. "Is that why you haven't told anybody about us?"