Gun Atthaphan Brother Win Novels & Stories

"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?

The boy had a black eye, a bump on his forehead, and marks on his throat. “Why did you do this to yourself, and how do you have a blade? What’s up with this gun?” She felt the gun on her brother when she hugged him. “I am not important, Theia. What nonsense he babbled about, baby?” he shot the question straight into her eyes. Athena gulped. “How did this happen?” His vision swept Athena’s face. “I will tell you when the time comes. For now, just stay away from here. I want you to focus on nothing, only your career,” she withdrew a first aid box and applied soothing cream on her brother’s neck.

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.

He knew exactly how to distract me. The Vice President's shouts were drowned suddenly by gun shots being fired. That caused a commotion as everybody scampered to safety. Some made it to the door while some of us lay on the ground to avoid being hit. The shots suddenly stopped just as it had began. I lifted my head to see that the council guards were holding a young male down as he tried his best to get out of their hands. 'Let go of me. The bastard took my brother and turned him into a beast. I must kill him,' he shouted trashing around with great strength but he was no match for the guards.

Brianna answered. Noah gets his silencer and connects it to his gun. He pointed the muzzle at the burly man’s head and pulled the trigger. “Unfortunately for them, I am not as soft as my brother.” His voice was cold as ice. His face doesn't show any emotions. Later, he pointed the muzzle at the other three and pulled the gun’s trigger again.

It held shitty memories that I was certain Quinn would never forget even if the building was now reduced to ash. I ignored the men with guns strapped to them that lingered throughout the building and the workers packaging and sorting through the new batch of weapons, getting them ready to ship. My brother stood ahead of me, lazily propping his weight against the drywall. His sleeves were pulled up and his white shirt dotted with crimson—blood. "Is he still breathing?" I called, approaching him with slow, purposeful strides. "Unfortunately," Gunnar admitted, "I needed him to spill what he knew."

BHYRON “Sir, sir, I found something!” It’s been three hours since I personally set the Gunam Brother's seventh warehouse on fire. Unfortunately, the fire grew uncontrollable and gutted the warehouse beside it, burning it to ashes. That warehouse belonged to Bethel Washington, a renowned American drug and arms dealer. I’ve been trying to reason with his men for the past hour. Thankfully, the warehouse was empty and not much was lost.

"You've got what you want. Now put the fucking gun down." He glances over the paper to ensure my brother did indeed sign and then nods, lowering his gun and putting it into a holster attached to his belt. "We will be leaving now for Maine." He nods. "If you hurt my sister, I'll personally hunt you down and murder you. Do you understand?" Blaine grins, baring his teeth. "I'd like to see you try." My brother's fists clench and I wonder if the fight is about to kick off again.