Sarah Smith

Fantasy

I was the eldest daughter of the Reynolds family, but in a world that worshipped dragon power, I was born completely "Dragonless." After ten years of being engaged to Prince Krishna, the King suddenly decreed that my fiancé would marry my half-sister Deena instead. As for me, my father ruthlessly discarded me. I was ordered to marry Lord Boyce Carlisle, a crippled, dying warlord with a shattered Dragon Core and failing organs. I was being sent to a desolate border fortress just to be a dying man's nursemaid, and then his widow. Deena flaunted her triumphant smile, whispering maliciously in my ear. "This is the fate a 'Dragonless' deserves. You're being sent there to be buried with him." My father didn't even look at me, treating my death sentence as a highly profitable political trade. The suffocating despair and humiliation drove me to tie a silk sash to the ceiling beam and kick the chair away. Why should I be thrown away like trash? Why did my mother and I have to die in obscurity while they celebrated their royal wedding? But as the noose tightened, a violent torrent of memories flooded my mind. I remembered my past life as a top surgeon on Earth who spent thirty years snatching lives back from the jaws of death. I didn't die. I cut myself down, wiped away my tears, and looked at my hands. I would heal this dying warlord, and use him to drag every single one of them to hell.

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A Woman Named Smith by Marie Conway Oemler

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Plain Mary Smith by Henry Wallace Phillips

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The day after her first wedding anniversary, Linda discovered that her husband and childhood best friend have plotted against her to steal her legacy and family’s company. From a CEO to an unfortunate, Linda will be stand by Riley Smith, the CEO of Luxurious. But in return, he proposed her a wedding

Adventure

At the age of 18, Oliver was already a secret Billionaire. He chose to keep his identity a secret so he could exact his revenge on his wife's family who hated him for being immature, naive, and worst of all, for getting their daughter at a very young age. But at the same time, the family he is up ag

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Princess Sarah and Other Stories by John Strange Winter

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Modern

The last thing Ethan Walker remembered was the bitter taste of pills. His life, once defined by Coast Guard rescues, had been systematically dismantled by his ambitious wife, Sarah, and her manipulative half-brother, Liam. They'd dismissed his debilitating leg injury, isolated him, and even sent t

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Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen. From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white an

Billionaires

Yvette has been living a wonder life, away from the leash of her family. Ever since, she never allowed anyone to dictate how she should live her life. And her twin sister supports her with that. But her freedom was cut short after her twin sister died. With her twin's death comes a vow she made to

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Dodo Collections brings you another classic from H. Rider Haggard, 'Smith and the Pharaohs, and other Tales.' Sir Henry Rider Haggard was an English writer of adventure novels set in exotic locations, predominantly Africa, and the creator of the Lost World literary genre. His stories, situated at th

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I gave him a kidney, built his empire beside him, even risked my life for our son. My world revolved around my family, and for years, it felt perfect. Then, Michael' s old flame, Jessica, reappeared, infecting our home with venom. My own son, Ethan, twisted by her influence, turned hostile, wishi

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Ideala by Sarah Grand