Gun Atthaphan Brother Win Novels & Stories

It was clear that someone had shot him dead from a distance, and relief washed over me as I realized my brother Tony had come to our rescue. Walking towards the fallen intruder, I saw the gruesome aftermath—a bullet had penetrated his skull, causing irreparable damage. I picked up the bullet that had taken him down, studying it momentarily. It was a stark reminder of the danger we faced and the lengths my brother will go to protect me and those around me A smile formed on my lips as gratitude and admiration swelled within me. Tony saved our lives with his expert marksmanship and swift action. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his abilities and the bond we shared as siblings.

"Be careful where you point your dick of a gun at my brother!!" He yelled and the guy just laughed. His fingers were on the trigger and he pulled it. What echoed next was a loud gunshot. Felix had his eyes shut thinking he was the one but when he saw nothing happened, he opened his eyes again and looked up to find the guy dead on the floor. He looked to his side to see his brother pointing a gun at them. "I told you guys not to mess with my brother," Franco said angrily.

Without a second’s hesitation, he raised his own gun, aimed it at Luciano’s head, and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out, and Luciano crumpled to the floor, lifeless. Ethan stood over his body, his eyes sharp as daggers. “A fucking test,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.” “Shut the door!” Ethan barked. Without hesitation, he leveled his gun at the chain binding Aidan to the floor. Two sharp cracks echoed as the bullets shattered the metal links, setting his brother free. “Get your damn pants on!” he ordered, ducking as bullets tore through the wooden frame, splintering it into jagged shards.

“It’s Zane,” Zane yelled back. “Who?” “Zane. Thane’s brother. Axel’s brother. Kris Brother. Anyone ring a bell?” “Zane,” the flashlight went off and he appeared from the shadows. A very thin old man without balance who appeared to be missing some teethes. “What’s wrong with that one?” he sighted Thane’s body. Zane dropped him on the floor, “He was shot. He’s not healing.” “Oh and who’s this one?” the old man’s gaze shifted to me. “Your girly girly.”

“Pinky swear?” I laughed. “Seriously?” “It’s official. Can’t break a pinky swear.” “You’re silly.” “I’m your brother. It’s my job.” I hooked my pinky with his. “Okay. Pinky swear. We protect each other.” “Always.” We sat there as the pack woke up around us. Warriors came to train. People went to breakfast. Life went on. But everything was different now. I had a brother. A twin who understood me like nobody else could.

“You’ll never sleep again. That’s my victory.” Cruz’s knuckles whitened on the gun. “You want victory? Here’s your prize.” He fired—straight into the ground. The bullet cracked asphalt inches from his brother’s head. The man flinched, eyes wide. Cruz leaned down, voice cold as death. “I’ll never be you. And that’s what will haunt you most.” Blade shoved the man hard against the wall, pressing the blade to his throat. “You heard him. Crawl back into whatever hole you came from, or next time I won’t hesitate.”

"Detained, in the Chief warden's hearth, Sir." "Stay here with my brother, never let your eyes off him. And make sure this doctor does his job!" Thane ordered. "He's the best we have, Sir, I'm sure he'll do his best." Thorne responded, just before Thane swept from the room. His mind reeled as he walked away towards the Chief Guardian's den. Just two days of absence, and all hell was already let lose. And what was this development about silver bullets? Silver was not a new thing, but werewolves have never had much to do with it. Why then would someone use it to make bullets, and then shoot his brother with it?

I told him and tapped his shoulder. “I want another round,” I told him but he shook his head. “It’s enough for now, Thalia. You have so many fanboys here,” he said and I was confused so I looked around and there were bunches of guys on the corner watching us. I chuckled and waved at them, they waved back. “I took a video of you and sent it to our parents,” my brother informed me as he showed me his phone but I rolled my eyes on him. “You know that Mama doesn’t want to see me holding a gun or worse firing it,” I said to him and he shrugged his shoulder.

I hold my hand out to the side of me and in a matter of seconds, Holden places his gold-plated gun in my palm. “Look kid, I don’t know where you got your information from, but it’s wrong. I never killed your mother. It was Theodore Drakos, now, if you don’t settle the fuck down and wait your God damn turn, I will put a bullet in your brother’s chest.” Lifting my arm with my eyes boring into his brown irises, I aim my weapon at his brother who cowers on the floor, in the corner of the cell and I rest my index finger against the trigger.

But apparently I had thought wrong. Adrian and I walked into the party, which was already in full swing. My brother’s little cottage was packed to the brim with warriors, dancing, playing games, and drinking. It was so packed, in fact, that I couldn’t spot Eric anywhere. “Adrian!” a warrior called out, waving us over. “We’re just playing seven minutes in heaven!” Adrian grinned and looped his arm around my waist. “I’ve already got a partner.” “Oooh!” the other warriors called out excitedly.