Russian Roulette Game Show Novels & Stories

“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.”

Seeing the pain and regret on her face was enough for him to decide how to play with her. “You deceived me, you dare trick me, '' Laura screamed but it was too late to take back her words. “Now we shall play my favorite game, how do you like Russian roulette?” he asked with a wide grin. Now the beast in him was awake and ready to play.

My hands started to tremble. "Let's play Russian roulette. Shall we? Plot twist, you're the only player." I gulped. Has he gone stark raving mad? Without dilly-dallying, he loaded a bullet into one of the chambers of his revolver. Spinning the cylinder, he stared back at me with a fiendish grin. Before I could process anything, he placed the gun's muzzle near my head and fired. The amount of shock that banged my system was unsurpassable, beyond comparison. Now I fully understand he wouldn't bat an eyelash just to eradicate a nobody like me.

My eyes burned as I silently prayed for my life. Finally, he slides his gaze to me and it’s dead cold. Croix can be mischievous, indifferent even but his eyes are never this dead. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I told you it’s Russian roulette and you agreed to play with me.” He continues putting the bullet then slams it shut. “The game is simple. We’ll ask two questions each and when the other answers, he has to shoot. It might be the last thing we say so lying is prohibited. There are five empty shots and we have four rounds. You go first.”

“Play a game? What do you mean?” Shannon walked closer to her, standing a couple feet away from her. She opened the barrel of the gun and dumped out the bullets in her hand. “We’re going to play Russian roulette.” She put one bullet back into the gun. Just as she started to close it she decided to add another one in a different chamber. She closed the barrel and gave it a spin. “You know how to play don’t you?” “No, I’m not a complete psycho to play that game.”

I inquire. "Basically, Craig is forcing her to a death match. Russian roulette is a lethal game of chance. It's commonly done by giving someone a gun, and randomly inserting a bullet. If you manage to survive, you win. Well in this case, each person she tries to save is like the gun. She has a chance of saving the person, but she also runs the risk of being killed in the attempt. I'm terrified of what will happen if she manages to succeed." Xavier explains. "What? Don't you want her to win?" I ask, taken by surprise.

" Plus, this was Aleena's turf. Even if Frederick lost and tried to back out, Aleena wouldn’t let him off. Jasmine's palms were sweaty with worry. "Frederick, this Russian Roulette game seems fair, but it's actually quite against us." Frederick smiled gently. "Don't worry. No matter the game, I'll win!" The reason was simple: he had never lost before. "Arrogant fool!" Glen sneered. "Let's start! I can't wait to blow your brains out!" They all sat down. Aleena, as the host, spun the revolver forcefully. In less than a minute, it stopped, pointing directly at Glen.

"Once you're at the table, you follow the rules. You still have a chance to go back and rest. Otherwise, don't come crying to me when you lose." His words stabbed me. I forced a smile. Clara seemed greatly encouraged. She and Killian exchanged a look. "Why don't we raise the stakes? Let's play Russian Roulette. The winner of each round gets to order anyone here to do anything they want." She paused, then added with false sincerity. "But let's be clear. Seraphina has never handled a gun, so you all have to go easy on her. Don't bully my best friend." The men in the casino erupted in laughter and crude remarks.

His voice was low and soft, and it scared me more than if he would have shouted. “Watch how you speak to me, or you’ll soon find out how sick I really am.” My breath shook, but I held his stare. Russian roulette. One blink, and I’d be dead. Maybe that would be a quicker demise than what he had in store for me. His eyes warned, Don’t play games you can’t win. Mine said, This isn’t a game. It’s hell. After a tense pause, he released me. “You, Mila, are just a means to an end. I won’t say I didn’t enjoy it though.” His gaze flicked to the TV as my moans grew louder. “Such an enthusiastic kotyonok.”

"Wait?" Caspian then pulled out a roulette from behind him like magic. "To prevent any of you from going easy on each other, let's pick our dares with this. Press the button, and the needle spins on its own." "Great! I like that!" "Haha! It's even more interesting now!" "Exactly!" "Caspian is even better at drinking games now…" On the other hand, Renee was feeling exasperated and told Candy, "Sorry, I can't help you out here."