Tiger Man Novels & Stories

"I am going to the club tonight. I need something to make me forget today." Carter inwardly sighed and just nodded, as Leo walked into the bedroom to change. "Yes boss." Inside the car, Carter drove his boss to the LIQUID DREAMING CLUB. He hated that his boss went here to find some women to be with. Leo had a girlfriend. She was in the relationship for his money and power. Mage Shoten was every man's dream but she was a toxic and vicious woman who thought she had Leo wrapped around her finger. But Mage's father had been one of the BOD who tried to frame Leo. Carter feared the relationship wouldn't fare well.

, as if it was nothing to be concerned about. I see a tall man, his eyes wide with fright yet his fists balled as if poised to fight. He looks exhausted with dark rings under his eyes. His hair is short but messy as if he’d just woke up. His long, but nicely trimmed beard match his chestnut coloured hair. The fact that he had those dark rings under his eyes and his hair was messy, did not distract from the fact that he is a very attractive man. With a nice defined jaw and dark eyes. Wide shoulders with muscular arms, not like a body builder, but that of a worker, a hard working man. He looks like he could chop wood all day.

Damn this man. "You need more than that, okay where was I?," He cleared his throat, like he was about to unravel some big secret. She leaned in closer. Her eyes shimmering, okay, what was with women and gossip? "The tattoo in his nape represents the dragon club. It's a really dangerous club involving violence." She seemed interested, which was weird, because he never thought that Nicole Hart would want to get herself involved in all his family shit. He breathed in, stroking his hands.

He stared at me before smiling again, "you have no idea what I'm capable of piccolo gato." Did I hear correctly or did this man just call me a cat? God I felt so angry, I could scream. "Who do you think you're calling a c-" " -hush, he placed his hands on my mouth. We're here..." I listened to the environment, it was dead quiet. I was really at my place but, how did he manage to pass the security? I wanted to ask but then I remembered the hand on my mouth, my face went hot. I stared at him as he held my mouth, my pulse racing and my face red. I had no idea why, but he felt more visible under the moon light. I could see his face a little more closely this time and holy fuck, he looked divine.

Or bow to the woman and beg to forgive him and not kill him. "Where have you been?" said Ellen coldly. The woman's gaze darkened as she looked at the man in front of her. "Fr — from the white tiger gang, miss," replied the man, shuddering in fear. Ellen stood in front of the man with her arms folded proudly across her chest. "I do not think if you come from a famous gang. But, why doesn't your guts reflect your gang?" said Ellen with a mocking tone. "Th — that's because—,"

Theodore said unhappily. The bodyguards had fearful looks on their faces as they explained, "Mister Wyatt, you don't know this, but the one in front of us is the Great Maned Tiger, Horsen, one of the famous Four Tigers. He's not just a big figure in the underworld, but even one of the Southern King's men…" "What? One of the Four Tigers? The Southern King's man?" Theodore was shocked as he shivered in fright. He loved to drink and play around, so he was regularly at bars and nightclubs. So he knew a bit of the underworld.

– The tiger man said. As each of them sucked on her breasts, as they brought the girl closer to the bed, they licked and suckled her breasts. - Call me Liger. - He said. Then he took her right breast and sucked it. - Call me Dark - She said, then sucking on her left breast. At that time, they took off her overalls completely, pushing her towards the bed, already naked.

Not only did the coquettish woman not understand, but all the other lackeys did not understand either. The fat man who was sitting on the floor even yelled angrily. “Tiger, what’s wrong with you? He broke my arm, so why are you still procrastinating right now?” Tiger gulped and pointed at the television on the wall. “Mr. Fatty, brothers, look at that. Doesn’t the person we’re going to beat look very similar to the person who gave the speech on television?”

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.