The Tutorial Is Too Tough Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Anna. I've made a mistake that can never be forgiven." My Alpha mate, Alan Thorne, is drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac—one only a she-wolf's touch can neutralize. His assistant, Leah Hawke, takes advantage and sleeps with him. Alan and I have been bound by a mate bond for eight years. His heartfelt apologies make me believe it is nothing more than a tragic accident. But six months later, everything falls apart. When I hear Alan is caught in a landslide during a business trip, I rush to his side without hesitation. I find him lying in the hospital bed, staring at Leah, guilt weighing heavily in his eyes. "Leah is three months along with my pups. She risked everything to save me, clawing through mud and rocks with bare hands until they were raw and bleeding. "Baby, I swear, you're the one and only Luna. But please... Let me make this right. Let me take care of her until the pups are born." Leah breaks down in tears, pleading, "These pups are innocent. Please don't punish them." At that moment, I feel like the villain tearing a family apart. With bitterness burning in my throat, I rasp, "Alan, you have to choose. Either end our mate bond or banish Leah from the pack." Alan shakes his head, anguish deepening his expression. "I can't break our mate bond, but I also can't turn my back on Leah. That's not who I am." In the end, Leah gives birth to twin pups. The entire pack celebrates, but not me. I already know my time here has come to an end. "Well, Alan, since you can't decide, I'll be the one to vanish from your world."

For three long years, my husband Richard has refused to touch me. All because of one tragic accident that stole our three-month-old baby… an accident that wasn’t even my fault. I tried everything to win him back. I begged, I cried, I seduced. Nothing worked. Desperate and burning with unmet desire, I found myself drawn to my new boss, Teddy. With one smoldering look, he awakens the fire I thought had died inside me. I crave him. I need him. But I’m still married… and I still love Richard with all my heart. Then came the business trip that shattered everything. In a single night, I discovered Richard’s secret—he’s been cheating on me all along. Rage and years of pent-up hunger collided. That night, I finally unleashed. But after the trip what becomes of me, my husband and my boss, even his lover.

Five years of silence. Five years of being the "Luna" in name only, while Logan Blackwood treated me like a ghost haunting his halls. I thought my devotion would eventually thaw his frozen heart. I was wrong. When his first love returns, the man I call husband doesn't hesitate. He doesn't offer a "thank you" for the years of service or a "sorry" for the wasted youth.  He offers a pen and a rejection. "You were never the one, Giuliana. You were just the one who was there." Left broken and discarded, I vanished. But the Moon Goddess has a sense of irony. Two years later, I’ve found a new pack, a new life, and a second-chance mate who treats me like a queen. Ryan is everything Logan wasn't: protective, obsessed, and loyal. But now Logan is back, and he’s decided he made a mistake. He’s cold, he’s ruthless, and he doesn’t care that I’ve moved on. He wants his wife back. But he’s about to find out that a rejected heart doesn't just beat again—it strikes back.

It’s been a stormy three weeks for Benita Dawson. It all started when Gaby fell ill, then it took the most unexpected turn. The truth behind her marriage of ten years unraveled! Benita Dawson wasn’t loved, she was being used. She had chosen him against her father’s wishes, only to uncover that she was just being used? They were the dream couple in college. For them, the word “college sweethearts” was formed. Was it all a lie? When Benita discovers the truth, she will stop at nothing to bring him down. With his billionaire brother by her side of course. Cilian Dawson is finally out of prison. He has vowed to take down his enemy, the one who put him there. “I’m not just taking back what’s mine— I’m taking everything he’s values. The company. His status. His perfect little wife. One by one, I’ll strip him bare. And you’ll be the first thing he loses.”

Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises—shattered in one gunshot moment. Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia—while Aria was left bleeding and invisible. "You almost died!" "And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing." Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move—marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective—and he plays for keeps. Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give… Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning. Will she finally become someone's first choice—or lose herself trying?

“With me, you do not need to drop your princess crown and assume the place of a pauper. With me, you can be a queen and I… your subject.” ***** I had what everyone called a perfect marriage. A rich, charismatic husband who adored me openly, supported me, and made even romance books look like child’s play. He was every woman’s dream and to me, it was the perfect love story. That was until I caught him kissing his so-called cousin, right after I finished donating blood to her child! As if that wasn’t devastating enough, next minute, the doctor’s words hit me, “Mrs. Whitmore. The DNA results came back identical three times. You are the mother of Alia Cassel.” In one heartbeat, I realize my husband isn't just cheating with his cousin. They have the child I was told had died years ago. Hell hath no fury like a mother betrayed and I will not let this betrayal slide. I will serve karma on a golden platter and retrieve everything I lost in this marriage. Most importantly… my daughter. Even if it means making a deal with the devil himself—Ronan Throne, my husband’s archenemy. And oh… my brother-in-law.

When I became the blood bank for my mate Alpha Kane’s sweetheart, my wolf died from the endless loss of blood—and so did I, alone, in the cold den he rented to keep me out of sight. Today marks the third day since my death, and finally, my six-year-old pup noticed something was wrong. His finger bled when a toy hurt him, but I didn’t come to comfort him. When he tried to feed me his favorite food, I didn’t stop him either. He lay on my chest, gripping my clothes and whispering my name—but I didn’t respond. Desperate and helpless, my pup picked up my cellphone and called his alpha dad. “Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?” Kane didn’t answer. Instead, he sent him a photo of himself and Serena—his sweetheart—celebrating Full Moon Day, smirking. “Don’t worry. Your mom is just sleeping, not dead. You know I’m quite busy on Full Moon Day. Tell your arrogant and stubborn mom not to come find me until she admits her fault.” The call ended, leaving my pup frozen in silence. However, three days later, Kane received news of my death. He let out a gut-wrenching growl, refusing to believe it was true. Clutching my cold, lifeless body in his arms, he wept bitterly. “Kate… you are my only Luna,” he cried. “Come back. Stay with me… please.”

Five years ago, I left my husband a note. Three sentences. A returned bracelet. A door closing softly at 4am. He told me to get rid of our baby. I got rid of him instead. Now he’s sitting across my boardroom table in the city I built for myself, looking for the woman he married. She’s gone. What’s left is stronger.

“You murderer!” No A resounding slap followed those words from Katrina’s Mother-in-law. The entire extended family gasped in shock but no one made a move to help. Not even Katrina’s husband, Damon Winchester. He just stood there, watching lazily, like he always did while his mother berated her for every little thing. But this wasn’t little, no. This was more than the fine china dishes that were one of the family’s heirlooms which Katrina broke last thanksgiving and earned her harsh insults from her mother-in-law. This was nothing like the family dinner she made last Christmas that caused half the kitchen to catch fire, needing a renovation. This couldn't be compared to that afternoon in summer, when she knocked over an antique vase while dusting, freezing as it cracked clean down the middle and her mother-in-law murmured that Katrina’s touch spoiled anything of value. No. This was the death of the only woman who loved someone as unlovable as Katrina. The woman who raised her. The woman who constantly fought for Katrina’s place in the Winchester Family even when she didn’t belong. Alana Winchester, Damon’s grandmother. Like every other thing, it was all her fault. Everything Katrina touched turned to ashes.

Following the betrayal of her boyfriend and adoptive sister, Vanessa found herself pregnant without any knowledge of her baby's father. And five years later, she never deterred from her goal of finding her real parents. But her quest was interrupted when she met Alfred Whittaker, the president of G.I conglomerate and the most revered tycoon in the city. Not only did Alfred claim custody of her baby, but he also wanted her to marry him, to go against every logic she had ever constructed around herself. And as the path to achieving her dreams became narrower, she was left with no choice but to confront her fears; to marry Alfred. ~~~ As Vanessa navigates through life with Alfred, more contending forces stand in her way. What if the answer to her quest lies within his family? And what if those answers will the catalyst for the strength of their bond or its destruction?