Russian Roulette Lyrics Novels & Stories

He took a revolver from his man, popped the cylinder open, and loaded a single bullet in front of everyone. "Russian Roulette. You game?" Roman spun the cylinder. "If you live, the casino is yours." "Boss, no!" "You could die!" "It's too dangerous!" Killian's men yelled, trying to stop him, but he ignored them. "Deal." Killian reached out and took the gun. "No!" I finally yelled out. Killian looked back at me, his eyes full of deep love. "Aria, nothing in this world matters more than you. I'd do anything for you."

Male voices speaking in Russian. My heart beats so fast I think it’s going to burst out of my chest at any second now. I can’t make out what they’re saying or even see their faces as they come barging into the room. The white smoke is heavy in the room and while it’s impossible to see where the people are, Igor starts firing aimlessly, shooting in the direction of the two men who stormed in here with assault rifles. I hear screams. Sudden bangs. Followed by thuds. One falls right before me, landing face down right at my feet. I scream, crawl back up against the wall, and cover my mouth with my hand while my eyes are glued to the man’s motionless 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

“That girl was a solution! You need to stop sabotaging this!” “The only solution I need is one that doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out. Next.” The last girl scurries out like she’d rather be anywhere but listening to our back-and-forths. For an agonizing long second, it’s just the two of us and the hum of Lewis Capaldi crooning “Someone You Loved” from the corner speaker. The irony isn’t lost on me.

Not tight… but just enough to let me know he won’t be letting me go this time. Or anytime soon. “Running again?” He asked. “I’m not running,” I lied. Our eyes met and I swear he could tell. His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Then stay.” He said softly. I couldn’t refuse. Didn’t have the willpower to. The violin band shifted songs. “Dandelions” by Ruth B. filled the air. Wow, perfect timing to let my emotions shoot through the roof. Stupid band. Stupid feelings.

The boxes made my arms tremble. It was past midnight when I finally went home with a crumpled hundred dollars in my fist. Daniel had already left. He didn't usually live here. I could only rely on myself. Dad's room light was still on. I heard him anxiously shout, "The money's gone? Didn't you say this would definitely make money? How will I pay for my daughter's tuition if I can't get the money back? A gamble? W-What do I have left to gamble? This rundown old villa is all there is!"

Her tears start to fall again after hearing it. “It's fucking positive!”

He has no fucking business not knowing what's going on right now! Trepidation wraps around me like a suffocating shroud, and, through some miracle, I manage to stifle my sobs. The Russian man speaks again. "I can hear your breathing," he taunts, his dark chuckle permeating the air. "Surrender, or I'll start spraying bullets. The boss said to bring her back alive, he didn't specify how alive she had to be." He begins to count down. "Three...two..." Each number resounds in my ears, intensifying the impending threat. I close my eyes as I prepare to meet death.

I vaguely notice Jaxon turn away from me and he addresses the crowd in Russian as the familiar calmness falls over me. But it’s different this time. Because my mind is very much present, my shields torn down and ripped to shreds. A man in a red tailored suit stalks to the centre, his eyes raking my figure as he picks up the gun and aims above my head. The noise in the room swells and I pee on myself a little when he pulls the trigger, a loud bang reverberating off the walls. I scream, shutting my eyes tightly, but I hear the applauses and whistles, and crack one eye open, daring a glance up. There’s a bullet whole above my head, right on the number ‘1’.

Dehleez pe mere dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan seekha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan seekha maine jeena mere humdum Na seekha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na seekha jeena tere bina humdum Dehleez pe merey dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan sikha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan sikha maine jeena, mere humdum Na sikha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na sikha jeena tere bina humdum Oh god! I am going to cry! I am going to cry! He placed the guitar aside and came in front of me.