Tiger Man Novels & Stories

She thought he had known her as the Wolf Queen. "Aren't you afraid?" In return, this time, it was Selina asking that question. "I've killed so many people. Am I still afraid?" "How much?" "Twelve" After hearing the man's answer, Selina laughed loudly. “People always think they are noble, but they are all cannibals in the end.” The man also laughed. He didn't feel humiliated by Selina's words. He used a mocking tone. "Aren't you human?" "Yes, I'm a Wolf!"

“I did. Thanks for asking.” As Steve worked on my order, I watched him without shame. How could I not? With his tan skin, tattoos running down his muscled arms, and that firm ass God sculpted with intention, he was breathtaking. His black short-sleeved shirt clung to him in ways that felt illegal. My father would take one look and say, Stay away from that boy. Which, naturally, made him more irresistible. He slid a tray in front of me: coffee and a plate of French toast with bacon, banana slices, and maple syrup. Heaven.

He brushed the cords on the mystical artifact and opened a portal to their next destination. “In that case, ladies, let’s roll,” Taylor said and pointed to the portal. They grabbed their bags and jumped into the wormhole, anxious to find the next champion that Project Echidna was also pursuing. Taylor gazed at his arm and knew that he was more than a match for any vile creature who came his way although the future ahead of him would undoubtedly lead to more adversity. With his sister by his side and his new friend behind him, Taylor was unhinged by his unconventional upbringing and his sheltered background. From here on out, he was so much more than the champion of the blue. Taylor would be

I was wearing a red backless slip-on dress and silver stilletoes , I took my time to prep my face but I didn't wear any makeup. I was beautiful and with a nice figure , and I knew it too . I stepped inside the VIP session and I glanced around, there was only one guy sitted there and he just relaxed casually on the chair while playing with his lighter. His ruffled golden brown hair covered half his face, he was wearing a white shirt that was buttoned midway and folded around the hand, which gave me a perfect view of the dragon tattooed on his chest. His silver Rolex watch gave him a look of casual seriousness

Fear tortured my guts, it engulfed my conscience; thus, making me drastically exhausted. Minutes later, a man in blue and white stripped shirt strutted into the room with a tiger like tread. His black trousers were held by straps of grey suspenders, which ran over his small-shoulders. The pale light glimmered on his bald head as he halted in front of me; dug around in his pocket and brought out a cigar and lighter. He shoved the cigar between his lips, lit it and then took a long drag. Clenching the cigar between his cinnamon fingers he lowered his head and blew the cloud of smoke into my face. My eyes stung from the smoke; tears filled my eyes as I sneeze. Slowly he adjusted his round-shape

said Tony, rancour springing up on his face. "Oh! You hate him... that so soon...," I exclaimed, almost running out of words. "I agree with Tony; the man is such an awful sight," supported Harriet. "What's even his name?" "Tiger. He is called Tiger Kamilio," I answered. "What! Tiger? Like the forest feline predator, eeh? See, he is here to devour us," claimed Tony. "And his second name sounds like that colour changing animal... what's it even called?" frained Harriet.

Their appearances were somewhat unruly, dressed in leather jackets and adorned with flashy accessories, puffing on cigarettes and blowing smoke rings. Not far away, several motorcycles were parked. One of them, a guy with long hair, glanced at his wristwatch and showed a hint of impatience in his eyes. "Tiger, do you think that kid won't show up tonight?" The man called "Tiger" was tall and muscular, sporting a powerful physique. In the late autumn weather, he wore just a studded vest, revealing his strong biceps with a fierce tiger tattoo on his upper arm. "Don't worry, dude. I've figured it out. Although that kid appears randomly, he always shows up on Tuesday nights," Tiger reassured.

"Simple. The kid must compensate for injuring my men. He owes me $15 million..." Gasps rippled through the room. Tiger's demand was staggering, living up to his moniker, the 'Black-Hearted Praying Mantis,' pushing boundaries with impunity. With a glare, Tiger continued, "And we'll need to sever one of his hands. It's the only way to ensure justice."

The people standing opposite them started laughing when they heard this. “Hahaha! Young man, have you even asked around who Brother Tiger is? He’s a member of the Green Dragon Clan and one of the important subordinates to our clan master. Who in this city doesn’t know what happens when you anger the Green Dragon Clan? You’re acting funny when you try to threaten Brother Tiger. Do you think threats would budge Brother Tiger?” The muscular man laughed loudly as if he heard the funniest joke in the world.

One stepped forward. “Hi, darling…We heard that you got horny and needed help to relieve” One of the men bent down to face him. A foul smell erupted from his mouth as he put on a devilish smirk. Tiger in black ink claws to his neck, with tar lined teeth revolting Suman. “Well, we need help to relief as well”