Russian Roulette K Pop Novels & Stories

“Marco, I can’t forgive you,” I said quietly, “so I’m leaving the final decision to God. “A Russian roulette revolver has six chambers but three bullets. We take turns pointing it at each other’s heads and pulling the trigger. If, in the end, neither of us dies, that means God has forgiven you on my behalf. Then, I’ll follow His will and forgive you one last time. “But if either one of us dies, then the game ends, and we’re both finally free.”

Aliyah picked her friend while others picked their friends too. “Welcome to your final trial. You are playing Russian roulette.” Madam Olga announced and a gasp escaped their lips. She could tell they were terrified due to the look on their faces. Of course, they were all familiar with it, they had been taught about it in class. “I believe you are all familiar with it but if you are not, I will do a quick explanation. It’s just a game of chance in which a player places a single round in a revolver, spins the cylinder, places the muzzle against the head of their opponent, and pulls the trigger.” Madam Olga explained and the fear on their faces was obvious.

He studied her for a while to be sure she wasn't under the influence of anything and when he was sure he wasn't, he tucked the gun behind his pants, rising up. “Okay then, Russia it is.” She returned his frown with a smile. “Thank you, this means so much to me.” Kai clicked his tongue, staring down at her, “Two cannot play this game. One person is gonna burn so bad.” He looked back at the dead man on the floor before returning his stare back to her, “And I would hate for it to be you.”

They have been at odds from the very start and her mouth had been what he disliked the most. ‘’Well .. well … well. See who finally finds her way into my den?’’ bradon mocked as he picked up the whip. ‘’You know today I am in a good mood so I won't do the whipping’’ Tessa, could not thank her stars more. But her joy was short-lived. Brandon carefully takes out his 38 Revolver, she was no naive nerd, she knew what it meant even before the words fell out of his mouth. ‘’How about we play Russian Roulette?’’ ‘’you are indeed the devil-like they say’’ ‘’well I never said i was some angel bitch’’

She corrected, and the lights came on almost immediately. Roonie is standing beside a table at the center of the big room, and his head is down, he's arranging a revolver gun. "I think The Titans came to my place" she said "Aren't you here for the favor?" He faced her, the deepness of his voice hitting her. "What do you want?" She replied. "Russian roulette" he said. "You want me to play Russian roulette with you? Are you crazy?" She scoffed. "You can't? We can wrap up the hide and seek game with it, plus the favor " he replied, looking her up and down.

My eyes went dead, he was the reason why I was shot, why our child died. The man was shaking looking like he wanted to pee in his pants, I knew Matteo better he wouldn't kill him, he was more of a mind game torture kind of guy. "Do you want to play Russian roulette?" he asked. The man's hands trembled as he reached for the gun. He knew that if he refused to play, he would be killed. If he played, he had a one-in-six chance of survival. "Who else?" Matteo said in his authoritative voice and the man pointed to a bald man.

Kim threw the gun to the ground, dragged John up by the collar of his shirt and faced him. "Never in your life point a gun at me. Or Hades will receive you" Kim calmly stated staring eye to eye at John, who fidgeted in pain. "And I have a better plan. More like my last card tho." Kim added throwing John to the ground roughly. John stood up slowly, whining in pain. "What's the better idea?" "Have you heard the name 'Russian Man of steel'?" Kim asked rhetorically with a smirk. "No. Some kind of Soviet superhero movie or what?" John replied wiping his lips of the blood stained on it.

“And they are pure silver. Russians love that shit. Then the weapons…” Deter tapped some keys and the feed zoomed in on the men standing by a black SUV. Grisha pointed. “An SV-98 rifle. Then one of them is holding a VKS sniper rifle. Then that one looks like…” he paused and looked at one of the other Russians. Adrik nodded in appreciation. “That is krosta… a beauty. An SKS Simonov Semi-automatic.” Crow grinned. “I would love to have any of these guns.” “Ok, ok. Enough of the Gun Appreciation club.” Greer scoffed. “So we know they are Russians, but just six guys?”

I covered my mouth. Russo’s jaw was set tight. His intense gaze shot at me. "Do it willingly or," He warned, sliding his hand under his coat. He took out his gun. "You'll walk over their dead bodies, the aisle will be drenched in their blood." He dropped his hand, grasping the gun. His gaze held seriousness. He could kill a man by just slapping. He could do anything. My head nodded going against my will. Could I bear to see them die? No! I was not selfish. I wouldn't see his option as an opportunity to escape.

[Chorus: Jungkook, RM, Suga, Jimin, J-Hope] Another trophy, my hands carry 'em Too many that I can't even count 'em (turn it up now) Mic drop, mic drop 발발 조심 너네 말말 조심 Somebody stop me, I'm 'boutta pop off Too busy, you know my body ain't enough (turn it up now) Mic drop, mic drop 발발 조심 너네 말말 조심 [Bridge: RM] Haters gon' hate Players gon' play Live a life, man Good luck [Outro] 더 볼 일 없어 마지막 인사야 할 말도 없어 사과도 하지 마 더 볼 일 없어 마지막 인사야 할 말도 없어 사과도 하지 마 잘 봐 넌 그 꼴 나지