They've built a life worth protecting - a little family, laughter filling the apartment, and Billie by Marisol's side. For the first time in years, Marisol feels safe, loved, and truly seen. But who knew that even in the calmest moments, danger has a way of finding those who think they're untouchable. Sequel to "Hard to Touch" g!p

A soft love. A loud world. And a forever worth fighting for. "I thought we were keeping this quiet?" "We are," she said carefully. "But not invisible."

We were twelve and thirteen when we met. She was the prodigy. I was the girl in the seats. We became inseparable. Billie Eilish taught me how to trust green rooms, group chats, and secrets whispered during warmups. I learned her laugh, her moods, the way she'd call me Mel like it meant something. I didn't realize I was in love with her until years later-after the pet names, the late-night calls, the almosts we never talked about. When we finally blurred the line-just us, no labels-it felt inevitable. Then she cut me off for a boy with a smirk and a spotlight. He found out about us. He made sure I knew I'd never be enough. I showed her what he sent. She chose him anyway. We haven't spoken since. Now I'm twenty-one, vegan, five feet of fury, chaos, and accidental fame. My sister Mya, my best friend Grace, and I are building something real. I swore I was done waiting for Billie to choose me. But the universe? Messy. Her music keeps finding its way into my life-and my work. People keep asking about us. And every time I see her name, I remember the way she used to look at me like I was hers. She says we're nothing. I remember everything. We're not friends. We're not over. And if she wants to pretend it didn't happen-fine. Let her watch while the whole world falls for the girl she walked away from.

Billie was the neighborhood plug-respected, connected, and always in control. But one split-second moment changed everything. On the way to her baby mama's place, she almost hit a little boy who ran into the street. That boy was Imani's son. Imani was a single mother drowning in struggle, dealing with a deadbeat baby daddy and doing whatever it took to keep food on the table. She never expected Billie to crash into her world, but after that near miss, their lives became tangled in ways neither of them saw coming. Some encounters are accidents. Others are fate. ⚠️ WARNINGS DONT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE:⚠️ This is g!p Black language SA DV Violence Drugs Death

A lonely single mom with a hidden past works nights as a phone sex operator-until a voice on the other end of the line begins to unravel everything she's tried to keep buried. (g!p)

sequel to get me started.

Y'all ever felt like life was moving too fast, but at the same time, you were stuck in one place? Yeah... that's me. That's Lakeyah. I never planned for any of this. The pain. The loss. The love. The fame. I just wanted to make music, to feel something-anything-that wasn't the weight of my past. But life had a different plan for me. My story ain't no fairytale. It's messy. It's raw. It's full of moments that changed me forever. My dad leaving, my mom trying to hold it together, my brothers being my only real constants. And then music? Music saved me before I even knew I needed saving. Then Billie happened. I met her when I needed someone the most. At first, she was just Billie-this cool, talented, soft-spoken girl with the kind of energy that made you feel safe. But then she became my person. My secret. My love. This is the story of how I lost myself. How I found myself. And how, somewhere in between, I found her too.

"first we was touching and just kissing softly..ended up fussing, can you get up off me? pushin' my buttons, you gon' get me started! call me aggressive, i'm just being honest..." mirella and billie were a match made in anywhere but heaven. with the constant lovebombing & clashing that turned into ghosting & jabs to make the other jealous only to repeat all over again was their routine, everyone around them knew and expected it. it was only a matter of time things started to unravel, and that time was now. "it ain't been the same between us, what's the disconnection? you need somethin' else, well, maybe she can do it better! i guess, choose peace over stress..can't clean up your mess. you wanna leave? be my guest."