Billie Eilish Fanfic Novels & Stories

Every breath I took in this room was tainted with the ghost of Valentina, the sweetness of her skin, the sharp tang of her fear, and the heat of a bond I never asked for. The servant bowed, his eyes darting to the floor. "Yes, sir. Right away. But... sir, there is one more thing. A visitor just arrived, she…" The man didn't even get to finish his sentence. The doors swung open with a bang, hitting the wall with a violent thud. In strode Elisha, my best friend since high school and the only person on this planet who wasn't afraid of me. She looked like she had just stepped off a music video set, dressed in a black leather mini skirt that barely covered her thighs and a tiny white crop tank to

Elena’s POV: Nicklaus fixed his eyes on me, and his eyes never left mine. He stared at me and started walking closer to me. I couldn't control myself and get my eyes off him. He looked so hot, and I felt like kissing him. I didn't take a step backwards or forward. I just stood frozen and waited for his reaction. He stood close to me, and I became scared. His eyes were dark, and they bore into mine. I took some steps backwards and continued until my back rested on the door. He stared deeply into my eyes, and his facial expression turned serious.

Elise’s POV I could hear Mandy's sniffing, her sobs filled the room. It was faint, as if I was slowly falling into a dark abyss. My chest heaved with every hatred I could muster. Those bastards were getting worse everyday. "You can't give in, Elise," I could hear a soothing voice... inside of me. It was Keiran, no, not her. It was that voice sealed deep inside me. The one that connects me to my past. The one that they all wanted but was still sealed inside me.

Ellie’s POV It started small like everything awful does a whisper in the hallway a laugh that lasted half a second too long someone pretending not to look while absolutely looking By second period it had mutated by lunch it had grown teeth Apparently Carter and I had a moment in the library or so the universe decided a rumor that somehow turned into three versions before the day was even half over In one version he kissed me In another I kissed him and the third—my personal favorite—involved a love confession written on the back of my notebook which he supposedly read aloud in dramatic fashion

I hoped she was stirring, ready to assist me in escaping this predicament. "When I untie you, you will not run. They have every exit blocked, and they will push you to the brink of death so Ray can complete the bond," Billy warned, drawing closer. "Do you understand?" he asked, his voice firm. "Yeah, yeah. Don't run, or the supposed mate who cares about me will force himself on me," I replied, shaking my head. "Am I the only one who sees the absolute insanity in this whole situation?" "Believe it or not, Elisa, you're not the only one who had to make difficult choices," he admitted.

Giselle The candy bar dangled from my lips like a pathetic shield against the world, its sweetness a cruel contrast to the unease gnawing in my gut. I shoved my earbuds in, Billie Eilish whispering Birds of a Feather into my skull as the sun pressed warm fingers against my face. For one fleeting moment, everything almost felt normal. But normal doesn’t last. Not for me.

" I quickly scrolled up and realized that I'd indeed shared a sad song. In fact, it was basically the epitome of sad songs for heartbreak. My face burned with embarrassment, and I slapped my forehead. Damn it! I'd screwed up big time. I'd definitely tapped on the wrong song when sharing the link earlier. If not for that, I'd probably already have five million dollars in my account. "Elliot, it's your song." My friend's voice rang out. I took back the mic and was about to start singing when he added, "I've recently heard people say that your wife's been showing up at Quill Group. You should watch out. Honestly, Damian Quill is a jerk. Someone needs to teach him a lesson and stand up for you."

His gaze burned with desire, his manhood grinding against my core without end, his hand playing with my lips, leaving me no chance to explain. Time blurred. When I glanced at the clock, only three hours had passed. From behind, Max held my waist firmly. "Why are you being such a bad girl, Sophie? Don't move away from me. Do you not enjoy this? Look at your face now… Here, touch it… Why are you crying again? You like that? I can give you more…" The entire summer, my days and nights blurred together between Max and Leo. They never got along. After the first time, it was almost as if they were competing, each trying to outdo the other, leaving me caught in the middle.

A stray tear escaped my eye, and I wiped it off before finally surrendering to the soothing embrace of sleep, hoping that its warmth would calm the ache in my head and heart. My room was flooded with the low, draggy voice of Billie Eilish. I was never into that type of music, but my fingers scrolled until I found the exact song I was looking for. One that matched my mood. And then I had fallen back on the bed to drown in the sad voices and the rhythm. I had never felt more in sync with anything else in my whole life.

“I don’t get you at all, Stephanie. I’ve tried, but I just can’t. There are days that you don't even talk to me, that you hide from me in your room. If you expected anything more than friendship from me, well… I'm sorry, but it’s not what we decided. I’m not in love with you, Stephanie. Can’t you understand that and accept it?” Since she met Billy, Stephanie started having these fantasies of Billy being so taken with her that he couldn't tear himself away, of their lying in bed all day, exploring each other's nakedness with eyes and hands and mouths, going without food and water for long stretches of time in which they appeased another appetite that was scandalously voracious.