Russian Roulette K Pop Novels & Stories

ADELINE “Did you just say Russian roulette?” “If you know the game then you don’t need basic introductions.” A cruel smile plays on his lips. His long fingers slide around the metal with expert ease as he rolls the rotating cylinder open and dumps the bullet inside. For a moment, I wish the scene before me is just a nightmare. But the more I blink, the realer it gets. Croix has a gun and he’s going to play a game with it. “Please tell me this is a joke.” I whisper, my heart beating loudly in my chest and my meal threatening to appear. My eyes burned as I silently prayed for my life.

My voice quaked, my heart drumming so loudly I feared I was going to pass out. Finally, he slid his intense gaze to me. His stare was chilling and his eyes looked...dead. "I told you I was going to give you a reward, didn't I?" he said, holding up a bullet. Then, with expert ease, he pushed it into one of the gruesome holes of the rotating cylinder, slammed it shut, and then rolled it close with a blurry speed. "We're going to play Russian roulette, but you'll be the only one who gets to shoot." My pulse skittered, the nauseous feeling turning my stomach making my eyes burn.

It was brought to him, and he filled it with one cartridge before locking it back. “I love to play Russian Roulette. It's the truest meaning of a game of life and death.” He announced, looking at the revolver as though he held one for the first time. “Any pull of my trigger could have your life off in a heartbeat… Why isn't he talking? Oh. There's tape on his mouth. Go rip it off.” Again, the same man went to remove the tape, and took it off with the utmost brutality, causing their victim to cry out so loud that it hurt my ears.

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?

Dante opened the box, and the Russian roulette was exposed. Nero picked up the gun before he sat on the bed and spinned the cylinder. “Ciao, bellezza. [Hello Beauty]” Nero’s hoarse voice made a shiver run down Lena’s spine with her gaze focused on the gun in the man’s hand. “Come ti chiami, habibi? [What’s your name, Habibi]?” he asked, but Lena couldn't understand a word he was saying. A creepy smile formed on Nero’s face before he pointed at the space before him.

"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.

he sipped on his vodka. “Они убьют меня в конце этого, и так будет лучше (They'll kill me at the end of this and it's better off like that)” I replied in Russian.” “Как черт они сделали бы. Я выстрелю каждому из их черепов и смотрю, как они истекают кровью. (Like hell they would. I’ll shoot every one of their skulls and watch them bleed out.)” he growled lowly that it seemed like he was ready to cut someone open.

“Hang on Miss Nene!” Jung Kook tried to aim for the tires, but the opponent knew his strategy. They dodged his shots, the Korean bodyguard started to lose his patience as he missed his fourth bullets. Jung Kook was also being aimed at by the shooter on the motorcycle. Jung Kook ducks his head from the incoming bullets.

Kalf wanted to throw up at that moment. “They really are like animals. How could they make love with such an unnatural thing." Kalf is really surprised. Kalf doesn't want to waste time. When Klaf saw that Roberto was going crazy, he took out his revolver from the inside of the jacket he was wearing. With one shot, the Black Cobra bullet went straight through Roberto's body. Because he had put on the silencer, Kalf's shot was completely silent. And to end the game, Kalf also kills the sexy daughter Roberto. Kalf smiled with satisfaction when he saw Roberto dying with the Black Cobra poison that began to creep in his body.

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