Gun Atthaphan Scandal Novels & Stories

Nolan's subordinate, who had been patient with Phelan to the point of madness, now saw Phelan continue to ignore their favor and offer an unacceptably high price, he became even more enraged. "Phelan Darius, do you sell weapons after all? You should remember that if you anger the Black Bullet, we'll make you never leave Kenya. Don't be arrogant!" "Is that so?" Phelan raised an eyebrow, then picked Aurora up. "Only you... Go back and tell your boss: "Come and beg me, then I'll sell you weapons"." Phelan proudly carried Aurora away. As soon as he stepped out of the room to the surprise of Black Bullet's subordinates, the sound of gunfire rang out. Aurora panicked and hugged Phelan tightly. She

"Yet again, Marcel Delatorre is caught while engaged in the commission of unlawful actions. It was during the alleged launch of DLT Resto that the incident that resulted in the confiscation of illegal and unpermitted weaponry that the photographs in question were taken. According to one article that went viral on the internet, firearms could have been one of the contributing factors that led to the incident. It was revealed that Marcel Delatorre was once more the subject of an investigation."

*BAM* A loud sound was heard suddenly followed by a loud scream of pain, a ear splitting scream Blood splattered on Rose's angelic fair cheeks, but she still could not bring herself to move an inch The orange head fell to the floor as he was shot in his groin area All his men trembled in fright and sweated profusely It was Rebel who had fired that shot, he blew stylishly the tip of his gun "This is the best thing about having a gun, We can blast nuts without any effort," He stared at the orange head who was now whining and writhing on the floor in miserable pain "How dare you touch a woman who belongs to Young Prince Kapoor?," Kapoor?, did he just mean Siddharth Kapoor? The orange head wante

“Now we look forward to the fallout.” My arms tremble as I refresh my telecel smartphone , looking at headlines pouring in one after the other. “Grayson Empire Crumbles: Evidence Ties Family to Human Trafficking and Political Corruption.” “Contingency Plan Leak Reveals Murder Plot Against Sarah Hayes.” “Anita Hayes Exposes Grayson Crimes: Whistleblower’s Fight for Justice Rocks the Nation.” The facts came out. But the victory felt hollow, overshadowed with the aid of using the dread that had been developing because the threats commenced .

Within the week: Sponsors dropped Ethan Three nations suspended ASHES access A whistleblower came forward — claiming Ethan falsified security clearances GGA requested an investigation

The leak hit like a grenade in a powder keg. Anonymous sources—likely a disgruntled aide or a rival operative—fed the story to every major outlet. By dawn, headlines blared across screens: President's Speechwriter in Steamy Affair with Billionaire Brother! Grainy photos from the gala, the elevator brush, even a blurred shot from the bunker elevator circulated like wildfire. Pundits dissected the scandal on cable news, speculating on national security breaches tied to Harlan family ties. Vince's approval ratings tanked overnight, the Geneva fallout now poisoned by personal betrayal.

"Dr. Vance, thank god you're here. Mr. Gunner suddenly collapsed. The doctors say his condition is critical." I nodded calmly. "I see. Let's wait for the doctor." Just then, my phone vibrated with a news alert. The headline read, "Scandal Breaking! Gunner Corp Chairman, Wilson Gunner, Steals Woman's Boyfriend for Thrills!" The comment section had already exploded, with netizens slamming Wilson for taking things to a sick new level. Had he actually coerced a man with a girlfriend into a gender-affirming surgery just for thrills? Gunner Corp's stock price had already started plummeting.

"Do they have phones?" "Yeah." "Do they have social media?" Zara frowns. "Thalia, what are you talking about? We're a biker club, not an influencer house." "We are fighting a war with guns we don't have," I say. "So we change the weapon." I look at the men. "The ATF raided the ranch without a warrant on record," I say, improvising, using what Silas told us. "They attacked a US citizen. They are covering up the murder of a federal agent by a drug cartel."

"What do you mean, Erwin?" "Oh sorry, my bad, the gun is for me and my wife. Do us a favor, pelase, end our miserable life. Because of this sex tape scandal, my wife and I could die. My company will go bankrupt. Our good name will be tarnished. It's all worse than death. You're all framing bastards. The gun is already in your hand, Haneul. Just kill me, now, and kill my wife too." "I can't possibly kill you."

right before you pulled the trigger. Hand yourself over by 18:00 today. Alone. No tail. No tracker. Location incoming at 17:00. Or the EFCC receives an anonymous tip at 18:01: Junior analyst Alex Thompson executed an unarmed man in cold blood during an industrial dispute. We have your prints on the gun. We have the body. Choose wisely, pet. My stomach lurches. I deleted the message. Block the sender. It won’t matter. They’ll find another channel.