Tigress Po Novels & Stories

Diri gulped hard, rubbed his palm over his face, and asked, "So you won't see him again?" "No," She answered, "Even if we meet again, I won't come here again, now that I know you stay with him. We'll go fuck somewhere else." Tears were at the brim of Diri's eyes. He remembered how principled and decent Tasha was, now she had thrown all that out the window and wants to get in bed with every man in Lagos.

Which shouldn't be a surprise to him anymore given that she indeed grew up with everything the world has to offer, except peace of mind and happiness, he thought making him sigh and stare at her back once more as they walk. "Well, The Terrace is actually opening tonight. It is the Extension Island of the hotel and being the very first couple members of the Burj Al Arab Lifestyle membership, you are invited to of course attend the opening night." "We are what?" Vincent frowns having no idea what the older man is talking about. "Mr. Davis made sure that you're the first couple members in the hotel's lifestyle membership. And he strictly ordered that we tell you to attend the opening tonight."

Miss Shea replied. "And who's that?" "Our Content Manager, sir." "Well, go and get her. We have no time to..." "Oh, she's here, sir," Miss Shea said, cutting me off. "I'm sorry if I kept you all waiting," the Content Manager in question apologized as she walked in and I instantly recognized the voice as... Tigress! She hurried in as her stilettos clicked and clacked, echoing all over the room. Her curly hair was let down and it bounced as she moved in haste yet so gracefully, with her curves melting into the champagne turtleneck dress she wore.

Jackson continued, clearing his throat and sitting with her at the table, trying desperately to push past whatever had just happened. “Oh?” Lana’s face was masked in a quizzical look, her blush finally starting to settle as she watched him from across the table. Jackson’s voice hushed to a near whisper, so much so that Lana had to lean in across the table to hear him properly. “I don’t know if Roman’s talked to you about this, but there are some local legends in the parks—about what the people here call ‘ghost tigers’. There have been some sightings, and that means sometimes there are poachers. Texans with guns, looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. So we’ll need to be careful when we r

Aria eyed the flying eagle tattoo on her wrist. Her hand was sore with all the needles used on it today. She traced every curve and every line of the eagle in the air. This was her crown, her dainty crown. "Are you happy, Tigress?" Aleksandr asked as He came behind her and held her by the waist, pulling her into his arms. Aria smiled, and their eyes met in the window glass as she was standing near the window. "Very," she answered, looking straight into his eyes. His Beautiful ocean-blue eye.

When he was about to say something to them, Fia interjected, “I know someone who could remove that poison of yours.” “Who?” Conrad asked as he leaned against the wall. Even though it was a vain attempt at looking tough, he tried to not let her see him in such a weakened state. Ignoring his needless attempt at not looking weak, Fia said coldly, “Five years ago, you had an underling named ‘Tiger’. He’s an expert investigator and chemist. If you can find him, it wouldn’t take long to find out what poison you’re dealing with.” “Tiger?” Conrad furrowed his brows and said, “I think Silas has mentioned that name before.”