COMPLETED *uses she/her pronouns* This is an imagine where you and Newt are both cranks after being in the maze together for two years, but instead of dying, you try to find the cure. i wrote this when i was twelve so i apologize for the cringe
We come at last to my final installment of this series. Based on the 'The Death Cure' by James Dashner. (MAJOR SPOILERS) The gladers have survived the scorch, but just barely. They are taken to WICKED HQ only to find out they have been lied to. Who is immune to the flare and who isn't? They must make a decision th...
(Y/N) wakes up in the Box and arrives in the Glade. She is the first girl in the Glade. What (Y/N) doesn't know is that W.I.C.K.E.D plan for her to remember more than the others and use this to their advantage.
Completed A maze runner fanfiction: newt x reader All the boys in the glade have been forced to accept that the only girl there had fallen for Newt. But when the new greenie, Thomas, comes up all hell breaks loose as he realises that he could steal her heart. Word spreads quickly in the glade as the other boys realise...
The gladers are in paradise, wicked is destroyed and Newt is safe. We rejoin the guys 3 years on. But what lies beyond their paradise? The gladers get a huge shock when they cross the ocean. Maybe they aren't as safe as they thought. I do not own the maze runner.
(Y/N) is the first girl to arrive in a maze full of boys. After living there, she falls in love with the young Second in Command named Newt. What happens when new people arrive to shake up the way they've been living for years? *COMPLETED*
FANFIC BY RAYNA What if, Instead of Teresa, You were the first girl in the Maze? What if You were the main character? Newt becomes your everything, you Love him. You have your heart set on freeing everyone from the Maze, But will your crush on the british boy pull you farther from that goal? Or will it lead you even c...
'One day I looked at you, and it suddenly occurred to me how beautiful your smile was. I heard music in your laughter; I saw poetry in your words. You asked me why I had that look on my face, as though a shadow had fallen across its sun-drenched landscape, heavy with premonition, dark with revelation. The second I tri...