I didn't know what I was really doing most of the time. It may have seemed like I did but to be completely honest with myself... I ran head first into a war I didn't know anything about, without a thought in my head except to save those who saved me. I didn't know that made me a fighter. __________ All copyright...
(Newt X Reader) The second book of "The First Gladers". A Newt imagine that started from the very beginning. After Y/n and five others woke up in the Maze, the First ever Gladers, they had to work together, fighting all the horrors Wicked could throw at them. After witnessing the deaths of many of her friends, Y/n...
(Newt X Reader) A Newt Imagine that starts from the beginning... the very beginning. Y/n and her friends wake up as the first ever Gladers, left to their own devices as the figure out the workings of the Maze. You may remember my first imagine, "Until The Sun Dies" This is not a sequel, although I do suggest you read...
I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
{Book 1 of 3} (y/n) and Aris have been stuck at WICKED's facility for days on end, and the meals are beginning to drag on, now that the rest of Group B has either been taken to Janson's promised paradise or disappeared. Although WICKED has been supposedly taking care of them, Aris and (y/n) have their suspicions about...
You're hopelessly in love with Newt, but only your best friend, Frypan, knows. As the Gladers celebrate a new arrival, you celebrate-and dread-the possibility of actually talking to the boy of your dreams.
Just a lil Newt imagine that turned into a fanfiction yay. All characters belong to James Dashner, unless specified otherwise. (Random Updates)
Imagine a life with Thomas Brodie Sangster. Cover photo is NOT mine. ALL CREDITS AND RIGHTS TO THE OWNER. (I can't exactly credit the owner because I got this from pinterest. If you see the owner, please do tell me who it is so I can credit them properly! Thanks!)
It all started after the elevator breaks…
Artist eyes alone in the woods. She always sees what no one else could. She's searching for blue skies. But ends up in a world of lies. It's curiosity that gets one killed. Will it be her blood that's spilled? ~ ~ ~ Stephanie is unhappy. Thomas is stuck. But when Stephanie stumbles into a small town in Tenn...
"I don't know, Thomas. It just seems like it could be the start of something bad." Thomas leans over and looks directly into your eyes, "Ah, yes. It could be. But would you jump on this train if you knew it could be the start of something wonderful?" - Jumping on the Train (THERE WILL BE SOME TMR SPOILE...
Your abusive father makes your life hard at home, and you're not exactly "Miss Popular" at school, and are altogether lonely. Until you meet Newt. TRIGGER WARNING
Before you went into the Maze. Before you were dropped into the Scorch. Before you escaped from the very people who raised you -- you worked for them. Brought to WICKED headquarters when you were no older than seven years old by your father, you were employed by them. You made friends. You met a guy. You were as...
❝But now I know that wherever we are, or whatever we're doing, we'll always have each other.❞ You woke up in the Maze two years ago with no memories, except your name. With your close friends, Newt, Minho and Gally, you continued to search for a way out. But one day another boy arrives in the Box, could he be the answ...
I couldn't remember anything. I racked my brain and tore through every single part of my skull. I screamed in frustration and tried to remember something, anything. My family, a house, friends, nothing. All I remembered was that my name, is Jane. -completed 10/06/16
You're only the second girl to wake up in the Glade, disoriented and confused. The only difference: you remember everything. Every Glader, every custom, every twist and turn of the Maze. The only thing you don't know, is how it's all possible. As you struggle through the Maze, and beyond, you begin to wonder... why di...
