Russian Roulette Lyrics Novels & Stories

*I don't say a word* *But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know* *There you go, saving me from out of the cold* *Fire on fire would normally kill us* *But this much desire, together, we're winners* *They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners* *But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms* *'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me* *And look in my eyes* *You are perfection, my only direction* *It's fire on fire, mmm* *It's fire on fire* "Kind of," Rose said. At that moment, she took her phone and started scrolling through it. While I didn't understand what they were doing, when my voice suddenly rose from Rose's phone, I cut off the song and turned

“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.”

He fell to his knees, but his gaze still burned when it found mine. "Run, Olivier…" he roared, before a mercy shot silenced him forever. A searing pain exploded in my shoulder. The world spun. The floor rushed up to meet me, my face pressed against the cold marble, the smell of gunpowder and blood flooding my lungs. Heavy footsteps approached. A hoarse voice, with a strong Russian accent, whispered above me: "Vsyo, ty trup." (You're dead.) The cold barrel of a gun pressed against my neck. I closed my eyes. The final bang exploded my world into darkness.

I paused a few inches away from him, spinning the revolver in close examination. “A game?” He murmured in a voice thick with dread. “Yes, Cory.” I stopped spinning and reached into my pockets for a couple of billets. “Ever heard of the Russian roulette game?” Slowly, his eyes grew wider, to the point of popping out of their sockets, as he started to realize where we were headed. Together. Well he would separate from me, eventually, if he didn’t cooperate. On his way to freaking hell. “Please,” he started in a quivering voice, “don’t do this.”

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.

And the look of disgust in his eyes. “Let’s play a little game,” he growled, a menacing smile on his face. Slowly he pulled the gun from my temple while Roberto and Massimo held their aim on me. He opened the cylinder of the revolver, eyeing it, counting the number of bullets before spinning the cylinder and flicking it closed. “Russian roulette. Shall we?” He pressed the barrel of the revolver back to my temple. The whole scene played out like it was happening to someone else; like it was a bad movie. “Should I kill you now?” he bellowed, rage clear on his face. “I should have expected something

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.

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!"

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’’

His eyes softened and he slowly reached for my shoulders, like he was trying to give me time to process the movement so I wouldn't flinch. He turned me around and I kept my eyes on his chest. "I'm a good shot," his attempt at a joke irritated me. "That's the thing. You never really know with guns," I mustered the strength to look up at him. “If I had made one wrong turn, that bullet could’ve gone through my head. I’d be dead, Mikhail.” He had the nerve to look affronted. “That wouldn’t matter, would it? I’m a monster. I kill for fun. I’m evil, remember? You said that yourself,” he said coldly. The guilt vanished.