Russian Roulette Game Show Novels & Stories

A game that required someone willing to risk their life. Russian Roulette. He laughed. I'll never forget that laugh. The head of the Southerns chuckled and said, “You’re an interesting young woman. I’ll play this game with you, but only if you promise not to chicken out.” I smiled and nodded. One bullet loaded, five empty chambers. I was betting my life on it for Lucian. But I felt confident. My father had taught me to be strong, bold, even savage when necessary. The game began. Five minutes later, we’d shot four blanks, and there were two chambers left. One contained a bullet; the other was empty. I didn’t flinch, but the head of the Southerns did.

Then, with a flick of my wrist, I snapped it shut. "Russian roulette. One shot." I handed the revolver to him. "Hold it against your head, and shoot. If you survive, I'll let you guys go. If you die, it'll be your atonement." Caleb held my gaze, but his pupils were blown wide and trembling. Blood and sweat trickled down his temples, all mixed together. His handsome face looked pathetic now. "What? You're too scared?" I giggled. "Weren't you pretty brave when you schemed against my mother?"

I cried out. “Too late.” I watched as Mr. Reyes uncorked a gun. I recognized that brand from movies— Russian Roulette. It could never miss. Straight to the target and could make anyone drop dead in less than a milli-second. By now, strings of tears have come out of my eyes. Swollen and puffy, my chest heaved in worry. And then I began to actually worry. What if Jackson was too late? And none of us made it out? What if we all died?

My chest tightens as pins and needles burst through my extremities. "If you don't want me to tell him, why did you bring me here? Why are you doing this?" Vince grins at me and leans against the jamb. "It's a bit like Russian roulette, isn't it?" My eyebrows twitch inward. "I don't know what that is." "It's a game of chance. One live bullet in a chamber, a healthy dose of adrenaline." He sniffs and shifts his weight. "You look scared." "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Your fiancée owes me fifty million. Plus interest." "I can give you the money," Dante said, holding Isabella tight. "Right now." "No, no, no." Marco shook his head. "Money is boring. I want her to play a more interesting game." He pointed to the gun on the table. "Russian Roulette. Six chambers, one bullet. If she's lucky, she walks out of here alive." Isabella started sobbing. "I won't do it! Dante, I don't want to die!" "She knew the stakes when she sat down," Marco sneered. "The penalty is death."

"If I were you, you would tell me now. Because even if I set you free, the one behind this wouldn't let you roam the streets knowing that you could betray them any time. They must have known now that we had caught and brought you here. So, think about it properly, buddy. And, don't try to fool me." Sebastian handed his boss one of his favorite collections of revolvers. "Finish him, boss." "Let's play a game, shall we?" Dionysus' eyes glinted in a way anyone would dreadfully tremble on their knees, like a devil had suddenly taken over his body. "Do you somehow know the game 'russian roulette'?" The sniper's eyes instantaneously widened in utter shock. He palpably knew the game yet he lied rig

Sometimes I forgot how normal they could seem, when the world saw us like monsters and people to fear Vivian smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We did think about it." "See?" Bree said, flashing me a look that made my stomach knot. She opened a revolver right there on the coffee table. One bullet. Five empty chambers. "We tried Russian Roulette first," Stella said, lounging back on the couch like she was talking about a new TV show. "Shot it three times, too," Bree added, way too proud of herself.

I guess he enjoys whispering in my ear, while I was tickled “I told her to act rude. I don't know she takes it that far for going to the bathroom." Dylan giggled at my answer. 'Good, so far everything is going according to plan.' As I was looking through the hall, I saw a card roulette game. It was a game in which the cards were arranged in a row, and only one card was taken to pay all the amount to the same cardholder. That side is quieter. “Hey, you can play that card right?”

before she can finish her sentence she's cut off as he pulls her entire body off the mattress before throwing her onto the floor beside me. She cries out in pain from the action, having her maintain her position on the floor as she is clearly too afraid to move again. Zac stands to his full height, leaving me to be completely immobilized as I flicker my eyes between the two. "Now that I have my two favorite people here together, we're going to play a little game." He says, smiling widely as he looks at us. "Ever heard of Russian roulette?"

“No offense, sweetheart, but your husband has too much attitude. One week with one of us and you’d never look back to him.” Misha’s lip twitched. It wasn’t a smile. Sebastian quickly stepped in, palms raised. “Okay. That’s enough. You guys need to cut it out. Please.” But Misha didn’t back off. “I could have all of you in wheelchairs in three minutes, but where’s the fun in that? No, I'll give you a chance, instead.” “A chance, you say?” “We’re in a casino. Let’s make it worth the chips. Poker. Blackjack. Russian roulette, if you’re feeling suicidal. Winner takes the table. Loser?” Misha tilted his head slowly, eyes sweeping across the group like a reaper counting souls. “Loses everything.”