Novels by Tee Growrich

“Help!” Robbin shouted, dropping to his knees and cradling her limp form. “Someone call for help!” A nearby security guard rushed over, already reaching for his radio. “What’s going on here?” “She fainted,” Robbin said, his voice trembling as he brushed the hair from Tasha’s face. “She needs medical attention now!” The guard nodded, quickly calling for backup. A crowd started to form, whispers filling the air, but before the situation could escalate further, Daniel appeared, his sharp, commanding presence cutting through the chaos. “What the hell is going on?” Daniel demanded, his eyes narrowing as he saw Tasha unconscious in Robbin’s arms. “She collapsed,” Robbin replied, his voice taut with worry. “We need to get her to the hospital.” Daniel’s gaze darted to the growing crowd. “Not here,” he muttered, already stepping forward. “I’ll drive. Help me get her to the car.” Robbin hesitated, glancing at Daniel before nodding. Together, they carefully lifted Tasha, her arms draped

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor to ceiling windows of Tasha’s office, highlighting the faint bags under her eyes as she sifted through the mountain of paperwork in front of her. She took a deep breath, pressing her fingers to her temples, trying to ease the dull ache that had been building since she woke up. Claire, popped her head into the room, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of coffee and a small pastry. “Morning, boss. You look like you need this more than I do.” Tasha looked up, offering a tired smile. “You’re a lifesaver, Claire.” “Flattery gets you nowhere,” Claire teased, setting the tray on the desk. “But seriously, you’ve been here since six. Did you even eat breakfast?” Tasha waved her off. “I’m fine. There’s too much to do to worry about food right now and besides, I don't even have the appetite for food right now.” Claire folded her arms, unimpressed. “Tasha, skipping meals isn’t heroic; it’s stupid. At least eat this pastry while it’s still

"Clearly," Robbin replied, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. He studied her like he was trying to piece together a puzzle. "But I’m here now. So why don’t you start explaining?" Her eyes dropped to the floor, her voice barely above a whisper. "Daniel… Daniel is Ethan’s dad." For a long moment, silence filled the room. It felt heavy, oppressive. Tasha risked a glance at Robbin, expecting shock or outrage, but his face was unreadable. Finally, he exhaled deeply. "I know, Tash," he said quietly. Her head shot up, her eyes wide. "You knew?" Robbin nodded, his voice calm but tinged with hurt. "I figured it out a while ago. But what I don’t understand is why you kept this from me. You lied, Tasha. That day in the hospital, you told me you didn’t know who Ethan’s father was." Tasha winced at the memory, guilt flashing across her face. "I didn’t know how to tell you, Robbin. It wasn’t just about you it was about protecting Ethan. Protecting myself. After everything that

After work, Tasha stepped into her home, shrugging off the weight of the day as Ethan darted out of his room, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. “Mom, you’re home early!” he exclaimed. “I am,” Tasha replied with a soft smile, ruffling his hair. “And I’ve got some news. Robbin’s coming over for dinner tonight.” Ethan’s face lit up with excitement. “Really? Robbin’s here? I’ve missed him so much!” “I know, sweetheart,” she said, pulling him in for a quick hug. “Now, go wash up and be ready to say hi when he gets here.” Ethan nodded enthusiastically and rushed off, leaving Tasha to find Rose in the kitchen. “Robbin’s coming over for dinner,” Tasha informed Rose as she leaned against the counter. “Oh, really?” Rose teased, raising an eyebrow. “Should I make something extra special, or do you two have a go-to favorite?” Tasha chuckled, shaking her head. “Nothing fancy, just our usual. But I’ll help.” As the two started prepping the meal, the doorbell rang, right on time.

Tasha glanced down at the document, then back at Vanessa with a composed expression. “Oh, this?” she said, picking up the paper and flipping through it casually. “It’s from the company.” Her gaze flicked up, sharp and unyielding. “I’m sure you know how to read, Vanessa. It clearly states that your payments will be redirected to cover the expenses of the fashion show you sabotaged.” Vanessa’s jaw dropped, her face flushed with indignation. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Tasha placed the paper back on the desk and leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping a notch. “I don’t joke about company finances. You made a mess, and now you’re cleaning it up. That’s what accountability looks like, Vanessa.” Vanessa took a step back, shaking her head in disbelief. “You think you can just waltz in here and humiliate me like this?” Tasha’s cold smile widened ever so slightly. “Humiliation? No,

Daniel sat in his apartment, the warm glow of his laptop screen reflecting off his face as he absentmindedly scrolled through the news. He had been trying to distract himself after the whirlwind of emotions from the past few days. With a glass of whiskey beside him, he leaned back into the plush couch, his mind only half-engaged with the articles he skimmed. Then a headline caught his eye: "The Return of the Heiress: Tasha Belvoir Takes the Reins of Belvoir Couture" His hand froze on the trackpad. He blinked, as though unsure if he had read it correctly. His heart started to beat faster as he clicked on the article. There she was, front and center in a photograph accompanying the piece. Tasha, poised and elegant, standing beside Mr. Belvoir at what looked like a grand event. She looked breathtaking, he

Marcus’s words lingered long after he walked away. “There are things you don’t understand yet.” What could he possibly know about my powers or my heritage that I didn’t? It gnawed at me as I paced back and forth in the clearing, the cool evening air doing little to calm the storm inside. Rollins had left to handle pack business, leaving me alone with my thoughts—a dangerous thing, given the weight of what had just transpired. I couldn’t get Marcus out of my head. His offer to train me, the intensity in his eyes, and his cryptic words—it all pointed to something more. Something he was holding back. And I hated that. I hated the feeling of not being in control, of not knowing the full picture. I needed answers. Now. The night air was cool as I stepped into Shadowcrest territory, my heart pounding in my chest. The memories of rejection and humiliation haunted every step I took. Bu

Emily’s POV: My breath hitched as Liam’s words sank in. The weight of them felt like a boulder crashing onto my chest. “Everett…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “No…” I had never met him, but Mia had told me enough. Everett had been loyal to Cassandra, a part of her schemes. He wasn’t innocent, but still… I killed him. I stared down at my hands again, my fingers trembling. How could something that came from me, something that I couldn’t control, take someone’s life? I felt Rollins step closer, his warmth trying to soothe me, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the dread growing inside me. "Emily," Liam's voice was soft, but there was something uneasy in his tone. "He wasn't one of us. Everett's betrayal... he deserved what came to him. But still, this power you have..." I swallowed hard, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to kill anyone.” Rollins took my hand, his grip firm but gentle. “You didn’t know, Emily. You were trying to

Marcus's POV The moment Emily’s power surged through me, I expected agony. But instead, the pain that had once gripped my body began to fade. My wounds, which had seemed so severe, were closing, the skin knitting itself back together as though the injury had never existed. I could feel it her power, coursing through me, not as an attack but as something else entirely. Healing. As Leon and the others helped me back to our territory, I was already standing on my own, walking steadily beside them. They exchanged glances, clearly puzzled by my sudden recovery, but no one dared say a word. When we arrived back at the pack, the others stared in silence, their eyes wide with both relief and uncertainty. I could feel their confusion their Alpha had returned, seemingly unscathed, but something had shifted. It wasn’t just the wound that had healed; there was a palpable tension in the air, a sense that everything had changed the moment Emily had intervened. Leon was the first to break the si

“Emily, please!” Rollins’ voice cut through the haze, and I turned to look at him, my vision still glowing with that blinding white light. His eyes were filled with fear not of me, but for me. “You’re stronger than this. You can control it.” His words pierced through the madness, and for a brief moment, I hesitated. The light flickered, and I felt the power waver within me. But it wasn’t enough. The rage was still there, threatening to consume everything in its path. “Emily, I need you,” Rollins whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose you.” Something in his words reached me, cutting through the storm of emotions that had taken over. Slowly, painfully, I began to pull the power back, forcing it to retreat into the depths of my soul. The light dimmed, the dome shrinking until it finally vanished, leaving nothing but silence. I collapsed into Rollins’ arms, my body shaking with the effort of containing the power. He held me close, his grip tight as if he was afraid I might

As I stood there, catching my breath, the reality of what had just happened hit me. The pack was under attack, and Cassandra had betrayed us. I needed to find Rollins and warn him about Cassandra. I shifted back into my human form, not caring about the blood or the scratches that marred my skin. Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting to Rollins and stopping this attack before it destroyed everything we had fought to protect.I sprinted back towards the pack house, my heart pounding in my chest. The sounds of fighting were already filling the air—growls, howls, and the clash of wolves. The other forces were attacking, and they had the advantage of surprise.As I reached the main clearing, I saw pack members rushing to defend our territory. Panic and fear were etched on their faces, but they fought valiantly. I needed to find Rollins, he had to know about Cassandra’s betrayal, and we had to stop this before it was too late.I spotted him near the center of the chaos, issu

Emily's POVAfter what felt like hours, I finally heard the sound of the door creaking open. Rollins stepped into our room. Relief flooded me at the sight of him, but it was quickly followed by a pang of anxiety. Whatever he had discovered at the archives, it wasn’t good. “Rollins,” I said softly, standing from where I had been sitting by the window. “What did you find?” He looked at me for a long moment before finally speaking. “Emily, there’s something you need to know about your powers, about who you are.” My heart raced as I took a step closer to him, searching his face for answers. “What do you mean?” He hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “You’re not just a white wolf, Emily Ravens. You’re part of a rare Royal lineage, one that was believed to be extinct. Your powers… they’re tied to something ancient, something that could either protect us or…” He trailed off, his voice thick with concern. “Or what?” I pressed, fear gripping my heart. “Or destroy everything,” h

She was staring at my phone with wide eyes, her finger hovering over the screen. “You need to see this,” she said, excitement lacing her tone. She turned the phone towards me, and I instantly regretted looking. There, in all its glory, was a picture of Dino, shirtless, his abs defined and glistening under the sun. The background was a beach, waves crashing softly behind him. The photo looked recent, Dino standing tall with his arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face as though he knew the effect it would have on anyone who saw it. “What?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper. “No way.” Jessica looked at me with a teasing grin. “Sorry to say it, but Dino Alessandro is a hot guy.” She giggled, then with a mischievous glint in her eye, she tapped the like button on the photo. My jaw dropped. “Jessica, no! Don’t! What are you doing?” I reached for the phone, but she pulled it away just out of my grasp. “Oh, relax. What’s the worst that can happen?” she said, clearly enjo

I sighed deeply, the end credits of The Godfather rolling across the screen. The movie had given me a temporary escape, but now reality was waiting.I stood and stretched, realizing I’d left my phone upstairs. I padded up the steps, my mind wandering back to the message from Prestige Global.Once in my room, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and instinctively opened Instagram. Without much thought, I typed "Dino Alessandro" into the search bar. His profile popped up instantly blue checkmark and all.“Of course, he’s verified,” I muttered, clicking on his account.At first, I only skimmed his recent posts business photos, fancy dinners, charity events. The curated life of a rich man. But curiosity got the better of me, and I kept scrolling. And scrolling.Until I saw her.The photo was old, buried deep in his profile. Dino stood with his arm casually slung around Sandra Hill, the reigning queen of our high school back in the day. Sandra had been beautiful, popular, and as cruel as

Eloise’s POV I woke up to the buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. "Dear Miss Carter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the position of Executive Secretary at Prestige Global. Welcome to the team!" I blinked, reading the message twice. I got the job. I actually got the job. My emotions teetered between surprise and anxiety. How was I supposed to feel about this? Relief? Dread? A combination of both? Before I could fully process it, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Morning, sunshine!” Mom chirped as she walked in uninvited, as usual. “I see you’re already up,” she added, smiling brightly as she leaned against the doorframe. “Morning, Mom,” I mumbled, sitting up and running a hand through my messy hair. She strolled in like she owned the place, well, actually she doesn't own the place, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Ready for the big talk today?” I hesitated, u

Dino's POV I sat in my office, staring blankly at the stack of papers in front of me. Guilt and surprise twisted in my chest as I replayed the scene of Eloise storming out. I shouldn't have done the interview. The moment I saw her name on the application, I should have stepped back, let someone else handle it. But no I had to know. I had to see her. I hissed under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair. "Stupid," I muttered, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. My fingers drummed against the desk tap, tap-tap tap, an unconscious rhythm that only stopped when I realized what I was doing. It was a habit I hadn’t thought about in years, one that took me straight back to high school. To her. I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair. The memory of Eloise running out of the lunch gathering the other day hit me like a slap. That was my fault too. I’d been cold, distant, maybe even smug. It was automatic, a reflex from the past. But watching her face crumble, even for a momen

“Do you want me to come over and pick you up? You know you can’t drive in this state,” Jess asked, her tone tinged with worry. I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me. “No, Jess. I just need a moment to think. Everything feels complicated. I’ll calm down, eat something, and drive myself home.” “Okay, Miss Carter,” she replied in a mock-formal tone. I couldn’t help but smile a little. “You don’t even know what happened, Jess.” “Well, then enlighten me,” she said eagerly. “Spill the tea!” I sighed and leaned back against the bench. “There was this guy. Bryan. He sat next to me after I stormed out of Dino’s office.” “Bryan?” she repeated. “And?” “And… he was nice. Too nice, actually. He tried to talk to me, asked if I was okay, and even said I looked p

He began the interview, but every answer I gave felt like a battle, each question more probing than the last, I could hear his tone dripping with that infuriating mix of mockery and control he always seemed to wield so effortlessly. “What makes you fit for this job?” he asked, leaning back in his chair with a raised eyebrow, as though daring me to impress him. I took a deep breath, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. “I’m not,” I said abruptly, my voice sharper than I intended. “In fact, I’m no longer interested.” I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto his with a fire I could no longer contain. “What do you want from me, Dino?” His smirk faltered for the briefest moment before it returned, sharper this time. “I’m not sure I understand the question,” he said smoothly, closing the folder in front of him and resting his elbows on the table. “You know exactly what I mean,” I snapped,