Billie Eilish Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Her wide smile falls a little as she adjusts her glasses that keeps sliding off her tiny nose, “Why?” He searches for something to say and comes up with nothing. Some part of him doesn’t want to tell her about his anonymous date, if that can be called a date. “An old friend of mine came visiting and he offered to buy me lunch.” He offers, silently praying she won’t see through his lies. It works like magic because the crestfallen expression on her face is instantly replaced with a mischievous smirk, “Oooo, Roy has a secret boyfriend, eh?” He shoots her a dry look and rolls his eyes, “And Billie Eilish is a doctor.”

“Gosh, Billie. I wasn't being serious.” “Brooklyn!” She whines, hand ready to go into her hair until I catch it. Squeezing her hands, I stare into her eyes. “Trust me, okay?” She nods, biting her lips as she takes a deep and long breath. I squeeze her hand again before releasing it. Just then, Fiona steps outside of the room. “All ready. Are you ready?” She asks Billie, smiling broadly. Her wide and happy smile is doing the opposite. I'm sure what her scientist mind thinks of right now is breaking yet another record. Blueblood makes people pregnant. I can imagine the headline and wolves begging for my blood.

She could tell this romantic feeling is doing Julia a lot of good not just to herself but to others as well. Billie must be resting by now as he already stopped sending messages. She misses her once pretend husband but it’s good to remind herself that she’s still young and single and has goals to achieve. She tells herself that in time, there will be no more pretending. She will be his real wife in the future. The news of Billie’s travel to Singapore was made known to his former colleagues by the updates on his social media. They got really excited seeing him upload photos for the first time in months and he was with Zofi in every shot.

Ella: I got home and everything seems so empty without Ana here. Being alone here won't be easy. We've always been very close, ever since we were teenagers. We went to school together and made plans to come to Seattle to pursue our college education. Georgia was too small for what we planned to achieve. And then Diego came along and ruined everything. I want to slap that one. I hope I don't run into him anywhere, because I don't know what he would do or say. Because of him, my friend left, and now she has to start life from scratch, and with a baby. Starting over is hard enough, imagine doing this with a child?

Law. I checked my watch again, eight on the dot. Billie hadn’t left her room since we got back from the funeral home. I pulled up the live feed on my phone: her curled on the bed in Leon's oversized hoodie, knees drawn up, scrolling endlessly. On Super model photos, Influencer reels. Searches for “blonde hair blue eyes.” She could chase whatever ghost she wanted tonight; the news she was about to receive would burn most of that noise away anyway.

Another laugh escaped me, and the tension that had been gripping my chest and neck all evening loosened slightly. FELIX: What is it with you and these comparisons? And yes, apparently, I am the weirdest one in Whitmore High. There was no need to explain further…it was a matter of time before she’d choose to abandon me for the bandwagon of Elias’ crazed fans; everyone always did NOVELLWARRIOR: I’m an eighteen-year-old girl obsessed with morally grey male leads and crazy five-hundred-year-old fictional male beings….of course, I’m a bit quirky.

This story solely belongs to me All the characters,places and constituents are truly based on my imagination. Any resemblance to respective elements is just a mere coincidence. For character sketches and aesthetics, Follow me on I*******m as agni_aastha Them song-song-No time to die by Billie elish should've known I'd leave alone Just goes to show That the blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe We were a pair But I saw you there Too much to bear You were my life

They said, waving at me. "Crazy." "Do you have something to say, ija?" "No, may Billie come with us?" I inquired, a smile on my face. "All right, just go to her room," says the narrator. I walked up the stairs and was about to open the door when Belly, Bellie's twin, appeared from her room. He's different because Bellie is gay and he, he's straight. He even raised his hand to say, "Hey, Vee!" He scrutinized me from head to toe. "You're so seductive that you're making my body heat up."

" Ellie whispered back before she fell asleep. I got hard again, my groin squashed up between Ellies butt crack, my mind running through scenes of a potential p**n movie starting Ann and my dear wife Ellie being on the internet. Yes Ellie, in my dreams, and I was going to ask Ann and Bill about the potential to make those dreams a reality...

I always feel like I’m betraying her. The lady, I’ll call her Hazel from the way her eyes tease that color when the light hits it a certain way distracts me from my thought with another question. “What exactly was your plan, after drinking yourself to oblivion, that is?” She finished the question with a testing lilt of her voice. A small laugh rumbles from my chest, and hers broadens. She's so beautiful, so alluring. My body is telling me it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to entertain her and what she is obviously offering.