sage, moves to la for the summer to live with her grandma despite sage's attempts to try and stay home. the problem is, sage has been anonymously messaging a user named 'pirate' online for months. and 'pirate' lives in los angeles. sage can't decide whether telling her online best friend she's in la is a good idea or not. because really, does sage want to know who 'pirate' is?

Aurora owns a restaurant, Billie becomes a regular. However, they've known each other for longer than they've thought. Friends to lovers. Gxg

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?

a sequel to 'Warning Signs'. as azealia and billie get deeper into their relationship, while also learning how to be parents for their new baby, unexpected things began to get in the way of their love. dealing with keeping their family from the public eye, while past relationships resurfaced and fake ones came about, their relationship was put to the true test. "it should've been you... it should've been you from the very beginning." "it's me, now."

azealia lives a double life working as a tattoo artist and a disguised stripper on the side, going by her stage name, venus. one bustling night at work, venus meets the famous singer/songwriter billie eilish, in the vip section. the two seem to hit it off as the night progressed, but that was just it. until a year later they meet again and almost pick up where they left off. though things are different. azealia has a secret, that could keep them from being together. she's pregnant. --- "why are you still here... with me?" "because... you've never had gentle love. you've never been loved the right way before, and i'm determined to show you what that feels like." lowercase intended.

She didn't come to the gym to flirt. She came to disappear. Burned out by fame, haunted by fear, and suffocating under the weight of being watched, Billie Eilish hasn't felt safe in a long time - until she steps into The Hidden Room, an off-the-grid gym built for people who want privacy more than attention. The owner is quiet. Intimidating. Covered in tattoos. Strong enough to lift steel and gentle enough to know when to give space. They weren't supposed to notice each other. They weren't supposed to linger. What starts as stolen glances and late-night workouts turns into something slower. Deeper, and far more dangerous than either of them expected. Because falling for someone famous means risking becoming a secret - and Maddy has already been left behind once.

billie stumbles upon an instagram page of an anonymous girl who she quickly becomes infatuated with. the only problem is, 'art' has never revealed who she is to anyone. will unknownart reveal herself to billie when she discovers a huge secret? or will billie fall in love with the stranger and get her heart broken?

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.

What starts as a fake relationship between Billie Eilish and model Madeline Miller quickly blurs the line between publicity and reality. Forced into each others worlds, they find themselves tangled in jealousy, secrets, and feelings they never expected. But in the chaos of fame, sometimes the most unreal love turns out to be the realest of all. Billie Eilish x Fem OC

Billie Eilish and Madeline argy. Do i need to write anymore?