This is a compilation of one-shots, imagines, and preferences. Most chapters are sent in by readers.
This book is no longer active. Thank you.
|| Milestones ||
- Hit 40k on June 19th, 2016
- 100k on September 28, 2016
- 200k on January 15...
OH MY GOD WE HIT 8k! That seems extremely insane! We're so thankful, and just.. thank you all so much for reading, voting, commenting, requesting! I'm virtually hugging everyone right now.
(UPDATE 4/13/16- BEFORE I HAVE FINISHED THIS CHAPTER, WE HIT 9K. LIKE WHAT IN THE WORLD?! WHAT IS LIFE?!)
(UPDATE 4/14/16 - oml we hit 9k yesterday, and we're already at 9.2k.. this is just.. so amazing.)
(UPDATE 4/19/16 - We're at 9.6k wtaf, I love all of you, and I'm also very frustrated as I'm trying to finish a project, and it won't send, so please bear with me!)
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I hope everyone has enjoyed the story so far, and now, here is an update for the mini-series "Ransacked" inspired by an amazing Tumblr user whom I mention in the first chapter of this series. After this there will be one more chapter!
Thank you all for reading! This chapter was requested by @MusicGirl553 and @SunnyGirl72
Enjoy!
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Imagine being trapped in a Djinn dream
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You opened your eyes, and could vaguely see light filtering in through cream colored curtains hanging on the walls. Your fingers gently touch the soft sheets you were laying on.
What happened?
Who's bed is this?
Where am I?
Groggily you opened your eyes and saw a tall ceiling.
What?
Quickly you sat up. The room around you was not the room you know.
The room was clean, mainly white, with little pops of color everywhere. The windows were letting in sunlight through the thin white cotton curtains.
Oh my god.
You'd been kidnapped?
Who's clothes were you wearing?
Who's house am in because they look rich?!
Okay.. calm down y/n..
On the night stand next to the bed was a plugged in iPhone. You quickly jumped to it, and pulled it off the charger.
You typed in the number you had long ago memorized. You dialed and held it to you ear.
"I'm sorry, but this number does not exist, thank you," a robotic voice said in your ear before a click sounded, ending the call. What the hell? This is a joke.
