Billie Eilish X Reader Novels & Stories

Clear as day, in tiny reflective letters: The Reader’s Digest, Freelance Contributor. Eli stared at the image, a slow and dangerous smile formed on his lips. “There you are,” he murmured. He tore the page from the magazine and set it on his desk, tapping his finger against Adrian’s ID badge. Now I know where to find you. A plan was already forming in his mind, fast and merciless. He leaned back in his chair, as his eyes gleamed. “Let’s see what you do, Adrian Cross,” he whispered. “W hen the man you kissed shows up… on your turf.”

Another side to him. Then, Elias gasped as her eyes fell on another book. It was sitting on the drawer next to the closet door, and the familiar humiliating title of the book ' My Biker Boy Fantasies ' made her bite her lips. The pages were folded, indicating that he had been reading it recently. "Oh God," Elias murmured as she approached the book, "How long is he gonna keep reading this?!" Just then, Kaelen stepped out of the closet wearing nothing but pants. Elias panicked for a second, startled by the sound and she spun a little too fast.

She found herself laughing after reading about a dozen. "How can a simple announcement cause so much commotion? What will happen after Elsie is announced as Phine?" Cilia wondered, digging into her cereal. Her thumb kept scrolling down the comments, a smile springing up on her lips. She said, loudly chewing on popcorn, "These readers are so creative, we should add them to the team." A sudden piercing sound cut through the air, the melodic voice of Gracie Abrams' 'Blowing Smoke'. The contact name "Shantel Drey" displayed on the screen.

His face— His face was doing the thing. Not the corner-of-the-mouth thing, not the almost-smile, not any of the incremental versions that Elijah had been collecting for two and a half years. The full thing. The open, unguarded expression that the magazine photographer had caught in October and that Elijah had looked at seventeen thousand times in the framed copy on the wall. It was there now. In the October light of the West Village library, with forty people standing and the music playing and the flowers at the correct warmth, Alexander Reed was looking at Elijah Collins across the length of the room, and his face was entirely, completely, irrevocably open.

A/N Hey, my lovely reader. This is girl Eli. I hope you guys are enjoying the story. I’m here to thank all of the readers who have supported me and wished for my good health on my IG. I have recovered well because of your wishes. So I would be glad if you guys would check out my IG, I have uploaded the aesthetics of the characters and more information about further updates. The IG is @ elixir_author

If you don't read a book, I can still stop you from working. Annie made a pitiful expression squatting in the corner and drawing circles. Elisa ignored her. Annie saw that Elisa would not return her a message, she slipped away to read. Elisa clicked on the website and found that it was news from the news app pop-up window. She couldn't imagine that one day her news would pop out like celebrity gossip news. Elisa scanned the press release roughly, and it was all beautiful words, followed by photos of her, William, and Bruce.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

My hand is on his arm and electric sparks fill it and he stops, with his back still towards me he only snaps out “Stop it, we can not.” Obviously, this means keep going in my mind. “What's your name?” I chirp. “I.. I’.. just have to know who you are.” This next part I’m not proud of. I choose this moment to suddenly have nervous diarrhea of the mouth like I’ve never flirted or talked to a man in my entire life and can’t shut up. “I love your eyes, they are so hot, you’re.. You’re so beautiful, I’m Elle by the way. I saw you last night with your friends, I’m a tarot reader you know, if you like I could pull some cards for you.”

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

Khali said. "You want me to check it?" Rye asked Khali said nothing, but she blushed. Rye was staring at the sea. Since it was dawn, the breeze was cold. They were silent for a few minutes and did not talk. "Am I boring?" Rye suddenly asked Khali turned to him. "Of course not. Why did you come up with that?" "I just thought about it." Rye just said. Khali wasn't saying anything; she averted her eyes from Rye. She loses control of her ability. She could read Rye's thoughts; it was as though her thoughts were breaking her heart. Khali's tears came out of thin air.