Russian Roulette Game Show Novels & Stories

Without a second thought, he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and gulped its contents down his throat. Jenna's heart skipped a million beats at once and for a few seconds, it ached, causing a wince to escape her mouth. What are you talking about?” she finally spoke, feeling her heart palpitation increasing as she walked over to where he was. “How much do you want, millions or a billion? Alessia's family are stinkingly rich" he said and Jenna scoffed, getting a clue of his supposed bride's name “I haven't even agreed to that!” she raised her voice, watching him gulp down the alcoholic liquid.

I watched the chaos erupt around me and lifted a hand, pointing at the middle-aged man. The automated defense turrets mounted in the lab whirred as they rotated, gun barrels locking onto their new targets. "Now then…" I tilted my mechanical head slightly, just like I'd done back in the first loop of the death game. "…The game has started. This time, the condition to win is simple." I grinned, and the blue light beneath my synthetic skin flared into a blinding, blood-red flow. "Survive my hunt and escape within ten loops."

" Hmph... If you say so." " So, enjoying the party?" Tricia asked again. " Don't know. I'm just sitting down here." Natalie sure knows how to block all chances of being asked personal questions. " How about we play a game? " Celine suggested. " A party isn't fun without its games." " A game. I like the sound of that." Natalie answered. " So what game should we play?" Bella asked. " Oh, I know... Spin the bottle." Tricia piped in. I glanced at Natalie. She didn't seem affected by it. She took a bottle from the table and emptied the contents on the floor and place it on the table.

It was late when I got home from work. After showering, I sat on the bed, scrolling through my phone, feeling exhausted. Suddenly, a notification popped up, and my heart skipped a beat. "Top Actress Regina Brooks Celebrates Birthday With a Four-Million-Dollar Diamond Necklace Gifted by a Mysterious Tycoon."

And then his gaze landed on Lorenzo, who sat casually twirling his blade between his fingers. Nikolai leaned back in his chair, his hand resting possessively on Evangeline’s waist. His lips curled into a slow smile. “Not really children, Viviane. They’re men now.” I clenched my fists, biting back a string of curses. Scott stepped back, running a hand through his hair, his grin widening as he pulled his revolver from his waistband. He held it up, spinning the cylinder with his thumb, “You know how this works, right?” he asked, “Russian Roulette. A classic. One bullet, six chambers. You tell us what we want to know, we decide if you're telling the truth and every time we feel like you two are

He inspected the padlock and said something in Russian, to which his other friend laughed. “You’re American, no?” The man before her—a tall, stocky blond—spoke in a thick accent. “Alexei Nikolin’s girlfriend?” His words were slurred, and based on the way his other friend was constantly shifting on his weight, they looked drunk. Dani remained frozen, shaky legs barely able to keep her upright in terror. “Mr. Viktor says you are his prize, then he give you to us later.” The blond took out a gun from behind his back and started waving it around. “But Mr. Viktor take long time, and my friend Igor and I not very patient.”

feeling or her brain playing tricks on her that she already saw it before. "I guess I should watch the first episode." *** "Welcome to the Reality Show!" The man in a black tuxedo and black mask greets the television. They are on a volleyball court. volleyball? Not bad for the first challenge event.' Kath immediately thought their first challenge was just simply volleyball, which is not bad. Except there are five players on each side instead of six. "Today is the first episode with the first challenge for our ten contestants. Of course, these contestants decided to not introduce themselves to protect their privacy, but I kid you not, they are all fighting for the total grand prize of thirty

He roared and at the same time he pressed on my finger, pushing on the trigger and I died inside for the quick second it took for the empty chamber to click and roll. I didn't get to take a relieved breath as he looked into my eyes, looking so calm and the opposite of how I felt. Broken and wrecked. “Try again.” “D-Don’t—" He smiled, a cruel slash of his lips in his face. “You know I hate Russiäns but I love their roulette, you never know what it will bring.” He pulled the trigger again, prisoning my fingers beneath his. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed. It clicked and the chamber rolled.

he said. "Yo! over here," Gil said as he raced towards me, wrapping me in a hug. "Bro, everyone is watching," I said amidst awkwardness. "It's alright, I'm glad to have you back," he said. Oh, I forgot to mention, well, a little story for you all, I haven't been in school for the last three weeks. You wanna know why? I got myself in a teeny weeny bit of trouble when I went to a casino as an underage to gamble. Although, I can boastfully say I made a lot of money but that does not excuse the fact that I was doing something wrong.

I asked, more intimidated by the second. "Don't worry. None of them is going to harm you," Caishen assured, but I was doubtful. "We're going to play a little game." He took out a revolver from his jacket's pocket and put it on the table. "You're kidding me right?" I laughed hysterically. I knew that this man was insane, but I couldn't see anything "safe" about playing a game that required a gun. He smirked. "Have you ever heard of Russian Roulette?" he asked while taking out two bullets and placing them in two random cylinder chambers.