Gun Atthaphan Brother Win Novels & Stories

She said. “I understand.” He replied. Then an idea struck him. “Hey, have you ever visited a shooting range?” Brooke was a bit taken aback by the sudden change of topic but she went with it, if it meant avoiding talking about Greg right now. “Of course. Let me tell you I’ve been trained in handling a gun.” That was a surprise for Nathan, “You are? Really?” “Yes, my brother is an enthusiast. He was a professional shooter and has won many championships.He taught me how to shoot.”

" Till I am alive, I can't give Jhanu's place to anyone, especially a bitch like your sister, '' I answered with a disgusted face. "She loved you and How dare to call my sister like that," Revanth spoke. "It's not love, it's her obsession" I replied. " When my sister is not happy, I can't see you both happy. It would be your last day. No one can save you from me, Mr.abhiram Varma. Your wife will also suffer like my sister" he said wickedly. He raised his gun and fired at me but Jhanu hugged me by placing her hands around me showing her back to block the bullet. She screamed in pain and held my arm.

She wasn't even blinking,she looked like she had already given up. “Put the gun down, Javan.” My voice came out lower than I expected. Calm and steady,the kind of tone used for talking a lunatic back to sanity. He tilted his head, mockery in his eyes. “You still think you can tell me what to do? After everything?” “After everything?” I scoffed, trying to steady my breathing. “You’re the one standing here with a gun pointed at your own brother.” He laughed“Brother? Need I remind you how you've been after my life for years . How you've shot and stabbed me more than once?You stopped being my brother the moment you killed our father.” His voice ended in a yell ,his eyes running red.

Before I can respond, he pulls a gun from his waistband and points it directly at my forehead. I’m completely out of breath. Not because I think he'll shoot, but because I never imagined in my entire life that my brother would pull a weapon on me. "Brother…" I falter, staring surprisingly at him. "How did you find me? He asks, his voice sharp. "What are you doing, pointing a gun at me, Cicero?" I snap at him. "Don't play stupid with me, Phil. How did you find me?!" The gun barrel digs harder into my skin.

Atticus growled, his eyes red with fury. The man who's name was Angus smirked, clutching tightly on his blade. "After you killed my brother, I took it upon myself to avenge his death," he spat out. Atticus didn't understand who he was talking about, he has killed many people in the past so it was not technically his fault that he didn't remember who the man's brother was. "If you don't want to end up six feet under like your brother, i suggest you walk away. I'm letting this slide right now but—"

“What are you waiting to kill her!” Mr. Thom shouted as he was angry about how a girl could destroy his mission. He wanted revenge for his brother but little did he know he was himself going to die in all of this. At this point, there were not only just two of those bulky men but also four-five more like them. But Meera feared none. She fought with them and they were taken down in no time. She was a lot faster than them. Gunshots, knife stabs she used it all to turn the tables on her side and succeeded in no time.

MATTEO’S POV I can’t believe that this very playful and radical version of Arlette exists until she met her brother. Anthony Winthrop is a small thorn in the flesh, but we get along well, especially since Dante offered him that game and he promised to be a good boy. I take into consideration his deteriorating health, the fact that he is in pain, but Arlette going in to fight him is wild. I can’t have her injuring him or aggravating his situation.

I was struggling to find any of my brothers number. Suddenly my phone was snatched from me. It was that man. He slapped me again not once but continuously. He stopped slapping me and I slowly opened my eyes to see Dylan. I was never so relieved to see my brother. The man punched Dylan on his face. Dylan punched him back. They started fighting . The man suddenly removed a gun from his pocket. And aimed it at me. Dylan stopped and quickly removed his gun from his waist and aimed at that man. "Put your gun down, from my sister" Dylan groaned at him.

I am paralyzed by the idea of passing away in this manner, but I cling to reason since it only values it. “We don't have a sniper.” The answer is, "Yes, you do." The only sniper the brotherhood ever employed was accompanying me to the altar. “It might have been a separate, hired sniper.” “And you believe I would employ them to terrorize my family during my wedding?” At first, I didn't believe it, but with each passing second, it seemed more likely. Behind Min, a shadow comes and raises a gun to his head. When I see Ethan's face, my breathing becomes laboured. He appeared to not be holding a rifle because of his firm footing and solid grip.

Aathiyan turned to her, “He tried to kill me,” She was speechless, “When that happened?” Aathiyan continued his story, “It was a year back. I was traveling at that time in disguise and some men came to kill me. They don’t know that I am not some random man who they could easily defeat. One of the men confessed that they were sent by my brother.” “I didn’t believe it at all even though I have all the reasons too. I confronted him and he agreed without regret. From that moment, we turned into a cat and mouse. He openly challenged me on many occasions. I think that’s the end of our brotherhood.”