histórias de Thescarletpimpernel

Years after the last meeting of the League of the Scarlet pimpernel, Sir Percy Blakaney and Marguerite have taken in a young visually and hearing impaired girl, who is determined to live up to Percy's legacy. However, things take a turn when Marguerite and Sir Andrew go missing! * The Scarlet pimpernel does not belong to me. Nor does the Count of Monte Cristo. Both books belong to their respective owners. Elizabeth is my own original character.

I do not own this book, the original author is Baroness Emmuska Orczy. The Scarlet Pimpernel and his comrades manage to rescue the condemned couple on their journey from the courthouse to the prison. (PLEASE READ) Read the novel "The Scarlet Pimpernel" before reading this! Ty! <3

I DO NOT OWN THIS BOOK TBE ORIGINAL AUTHOR IS BARONESS ORCZY

Behind every good man, there is great woman. And this is her story. Lady Isabelle Blakeney finds herself drawn into the terror of the French Revolution as a member of the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel. And she is not one to shy away from an adventure. {Me? Writing fanfiction for the Scarlet Pimpernel???? Absolutely}

the story of lady Saskia, sister of sir percival Blakeney, the scarlet pimpernel...

Eves trying to figure out her true feelings for Peter while trying to sort out her mistrust with Percy. How will they fix there relationship in time for a wedding?

Set in El Dorado Novel: Percy finds himself imprisoned with a very...unusual cell mate. A little girl named Eve.

This short story was written as a class project! Enjoy!! - It was very easy to locate the Guillotine as it was the tallest thing in the room and then it was placed on top of a very large brown platform. The stairs attached to the platform creaked as I tip-toed up them and walked around the circumference of the guillotine. It was huge and kind of intimidating. Now all I had to do was locate the metal safety piece and replace it with a plastic piece. - - . Scared was an understatement. I was terrified. I knew that I would be found if I stayed here so I did the only thing I knew how to. I ran. - - Through my panic I could hear the whistle again. This time it was right behind me. -