Believers and Beginnings: Their Paranormal Tales, #0

By Erin Hayes

All she wished for was freedom.

 

After being trapped inside her bottle for so long she has forgotten her own name, a djinni is summoned by young man who needs his wishes to come true as much as hers.

 

The hardest part is proving to him that she has the power to grant them. He simply has to believe her enough to ask.

 

This is a 9,000 word novelette set in the universe of Their Paranormal Tales.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erin Hayes
• Release date: Apr 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393567950

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Believers and Beginnings

Believers and Beginnings

Their Paranormal Tales, Book 0

Erin Hayes

Erin Hayes Books

Believers and Beginnings

Their Paranormal Tales, Book 0

by Erin Hayes

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Cover art by Daqri Bernardo of Covers by Combs

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidences are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.

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Copyright © 2016 Erin Hayes

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Contents

Also by Erin Hayes

Believers and Beginnings

Also by Erin Hayes

The Cotton Candy Quintet:

How to be a Mermaid

I’d Rather be a Witch

I Do Believe in Faeries

I’m Not Afraid of Wolves

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A Billionaire Prince Romance

The Royal Trade

The Royal Pain

The Royal Mistake

The Royal Treatment (coming 2017)

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The Harker Trilogy

Damned if I Do

Damned if I Don’t

Damned Either Way

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The Elysium Legacies

Shades of the Gods

Blood of the Gods

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Fractured

Jacob Smith is Incredibly Average

How the Ghost Was Won

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Open Hearts

Head Case: A Weird Science Romance (Available on Radish)

I learned ten thousand years ago that to live inside a bottle was to live with constant claustrophobia. Even if I hadn’t feared small spaces before squeezing into a bottle, being stuck in one for all eternity made me terrified of tight quarters.

Then again, I couldn’t remember either way, it had been so long.

Sure, I was smoke and fire in this form, but if I concentrated too hard on my confines, sheer terror threatened to overwhelm me and I would go insane. I think I have lost my mind multiple times during my existence, so much that I forgot my own name.

This was my life. And this was all I’ll ever be. Full of claustrophobia. Boredom. And loneliness.

The loneliness was the worst part.

I would be willing to give up some space in my bottle for another entity—something, anything—to communicate with so I wasn’t trapped in my own thoughts. I’d already thought every thought. Contemplated everything there was to debate.

In the end, I was still by myself. Trapped in my bottle.

I was a djinni. One of those who lived in a dimension parallel to the human one, with magical powers and shapeshifting abilities. I was proud and strong once.

Then I was put into my bottle and an existence of servitude.

I imagined that time went by at a different pace for the djinn, since we had such