Russian Roulette K Pop Novels & Stories

“Satisfy me, and you will get a dazzling bonus.” Rula didn't answer. The woman stuffed her used cigarette into Kyros' mouth. “Experience Treasurer Luxury Black, Kyros. You will be lulled.” Kyros refused. It turned out that this is how Rula gave the opening service. She was pretty seductive with her touch. “I don't care,” Kyros replied. Takes the cigarette from his mouth. Kyros threw a piece of Treasurer Luxury Black on the floor. The price of his satisfaction with Rula will be paying the price for a Treasurer Luxury Black cigarette butt that was thrown away.

Glen shouted, glaring daggers at Frederick. Aleena raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. "If you insist on fighting, I have a compromise." She placed a heavy revolver on the table, her expression serious. "In Chiusil, we have a fashionable way to settle such matters. We call it Russian Roulette." "Whoever the gun points to, that person pulls the trigger on themselves. Let's see if you Drakonians have the guts to play!"

“Harvey, what are you trying to do?” Harvey said indifferently, “I have seen too many people like you. “You’re still very upset, although you have lost. “You must have thought that you lost to me by chance. “If you have prepared earlier, then the one who will die at this moment is me. “So, in response to your thoughts, I decided to give you a chance. “I decide to play a simple game with you. The Russian Roulette, “We’ll take turns in firing shots and see who is luckier.

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

, I heard him say KATE POV We were inside our room with my boys holding a gun loaded with bullets with yoo sung This is the time to eliminate the first person, we need to give them a surprise attack they will never heal or wake up from, I gave a wicked smirked Yoo sung was busying lighting his cigarette inside his mouth " yoo sung, I called him, it's time, he brought a coin as I brought out the pictures of alex family to be assassinated on the table It's time to toss the coin up, whomever it falls on it's going to be the first person that we are going to assassinate

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.

SYRZZEL ROSE'S POV My shift on the hospital today just ended so Alex and I decided to meet up on the mall to relax a little. While looking around the mall we passed by a merch shop for anything Korean related things and the music that they are playing catched my attention. It's a song called Wolf by a Kpop group. My mind suddenly wandered back to those three men. I succesfully won the argument with Reniuexo yesterday in regards of me staying on their house. And may I add it was not an easy argument to win.

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.

The day of judgment was set in the family's underground council chamber. Alexander slammed a revolver onto the table in front of all the elders. "Russian Roulette," he said, scanning the room coldly. "One bullet, a one-in-six chance. If the Donna survives, the past is wiped clean." The elders whispered among themselves and eventually nodded in agreement. Alexander didn't check the cylinder in public; he seemed confident in his arrangement. He picked up the gun and strode over to me.

Saint responds, distracting me from my thoughts, "We should focus on those guys. They are about to play Pussy Russian Roulette and the blond one is about to shoot himself on the leg.” Now I have to look at that. I sneak a quick glance at the big mahogany table behind us and finally see what those guys are laughing and yelling about (harder than before). They're all putting copious amounts of money in the middle and one of them pulls out a gun and makes a whole show of showing just one bullet inside of it. Then he spins the thingy. Saint said the blond one was going to lose, so I wait with morbid anticipation until it’s his turn. There’s a muted sound and then he’s groaning in pain, getting u