Tiger Man Romane & Geschichten

"You both want me dead." "Well, we meet at a fundraiser and bonded over tequila and long story short, that was when we realised that we both hated your guts for fucking us over," the guy replied, as if thinking back to the day and getting angry all over again. "Hold up, what's your name?" I asked, curious. "Tiger," the man answered. "Tiger Reynolds. You really don't remember me? I swear we were becoming friendly. You once accepted coffee from me." It was sounded more and more like Tiger was obsessed with me just like Penelope was. I could totally see why they got along so well now.

His body was … not what you’d call proportional and he was more than happy to let me see him nude since it was certainly something to be proud of. “I think I’m going to just see how it goes,” I say, stepping back. “I’d love to see your natural form,” I hear behind me. I turned to see a large man, maybe 6’7 and a solid 350 lbs. Orion. He was tanned and almost gold-like, his hands were talons and so were his feet. He too, had a mouthful of razor teeth I wasn’t interested in. A couple of wolves trott by and then a bengal tiger.

The man slowed the playing rate of the footage and Ben could detect what the man was talking about. The man who had covered Belle's mouth, did so while she struggled to get free of his grip. During her struggle, she lifted the sleeve of his shirt a little; Ben paused the video when that happened. "Tiger." Now, he knew. "Yes sir, his tattoo betrayed him here." "I'll kill him." The man seated opposite Ben knew how true those words were.

But just as she got a grip ready to scold him for sticking his nose into her business, the tall guy with the deepest voice she's ever heard aimed the weapon to the side window of the car and with one heavy hit, it broke into pieces. Her grin made him smile. She looked as if she just found another wicked soul to form a gang with. Reaching for the pocket of her tight ripped jeans, she took a dagger out and halted the guy by tapping on his hard-muscled back. One single move she never though had already sent million chills in to his spine. The feel of her small hand tapping him on the back feels a million times different from the taps he'd received for doing good jobs done, it's even more differ

In an instant, his bounds were undone, all the while white lightning whooshing all around him. The source of the lightning turned out to be a person. A man dressed in what seemed to be some sort of white clothing that matched with the lightning that arced from his body and his face was behind a mask, revealing only his eyes. A speedster. Once the man was free, the speedster turned to the woman and was just about to unbound her when he was suddenly struck by an unseen force from behind. The man watched to his horror as the speedster doubled over to the ground and his body began to vaporise, literally, before his eyes.

I slowly lit it up and stuck the stick in my mouth. “Fucking traitor” My cold voice rang out. “Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?” The man shivered, there were traces of blood on his face. His mouth was swollen and he shivered in fright. “Chris” I stared at my consigliere, “Pull the tape off his mouth”. Chris inched closer to him and pulled off the tape. It made a slapping sound and the man winced so loud. I took a deep puff of my cigar and walked over to him.

he hissed harshly. I instantly raised my head and behold the sight that befall me is magnificent, I'm mesmerized by it. The man before me is dressed in a black tuxedo, his dirty blonde hair styled and neatly combed backwards, his hair rests perfectly on his shoulders. His eyes are the perfect shades of green, his lips so pink and kissable, I unconsciously lick my lips. My eyes travel down to his chest, his muscles are budging out, like it can rip out of his suit any second, I'm 100% sure he's got strong abs in there.

Now, since the little gangsters are hurt and on the floor, and only the bald man was left, Sasha was certainly going to be released. "You! How dare you hit me, do you know who I am? “Cried the bald man. "Who are you? What’s your name?” Allen Peterson stated coldly. The bald man roared "My elder brother is the most famous tiger brother here!" Mentioning the name of tiger brother, everyone's face suddenly changed. Tiger's brother is a famous gangster leader nearby. He is very famous in the whole West Coast City. Although he is not the most powerful gangster, he is already very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people.

“But then I realized, if I’m going to stand beside Alex, I can’t afford to tremble.” A low chuckle escaped him, grudgingly impressed. “You’ve got fire. Reminds me of your grandmother,” he muttered, almost to himself, before adding dryly, “And she gave me headaches for fifty years.” Alex smirked slightly, as if trying to hide a grin. Before Jasmine could reply, the study door opened again. A man stepped in — tall, with a lean, controlled energy. His neatly styled hair and precise movements marked him as someone used to observing and calculating.

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.