Russian Roulette Memes Novels & Stories

She had assumed he was just being his usual cold self, but maybe he could only be that calm because he knew there was no chance of Elena dying. It also wouldn't be the first time Massimo rigged a game of chance for Elena. "Gambling isn't about playing fair—it's about winning and losing. Those who don't have the guts or skills to win deserve to lose." Massimo had said those very words to her after her first game of poker. And Russian Roulette, despite its more deadly stakes, was still a game of chance. It was still a form of gambling, wasn't it? There was only one way to be sure. Elena looked over at Massimo. She waited for him to meet her gaze.

Tom waited a bit and called back again. Lou, are you okay? Laughter and Russian speech in the background. - Already yes ... f-u-u-x, you need to quit smoking. Fuck. - What did you do there? - We are nothing, it's Rosvo, the red-haired bastard, pissed on the "bear skin"! Turned away for a minute! — Ha! Here's the crazy guy! "Tommy, Roswo isn't a bastard!" came Kitty's voice. He thought it was an object! An inanimate thing.

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.

One of the men hugged taking advantage of her and brought her up to the ship and when he saw everyone’s disgusted expression, he followed their line of sight and saw the yellow stains on her dress. The guy’s expression was priceless as he pushed her off like a plaque and distanced himself, constantly wiping his hands on his suit and looking down on his suit to see if there were any remnants on him. Neil took his phone back when the video finished playing and swiped the screen to bring up the next few visuals “These are the most popular memes now.” The screen had a picture of Amanda with the lower part of her body with the yellow stains and a caption ‘shark repellent- only while stocks last.’

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.

Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. “Bro she’s INSANE” “Ethan run 😭” “Psycho girlfriend energy” “She belongs in jail wtf” Elena clicked out of that post and the next one loaded so fast. A meme this time. Her face photoshopped onto the Hulk’s body, mid-rampage. Caption: “Elena when you forget to text back.” Then another. Her face on a tiger, roaring. “Don’t mess with Elena Cruz.” Then another. Her with exaggerated muscles and a unibrow. “Roid rage Elena.”

"Russian roulette? Derek, tell me you're joking." Derek stared at his phone screen like it might change if he looked hard enough. "That's what it says. 'The game has changed. Russian roulette. One bullet, one chance.'" My knees gave out. I grabbed the nearest marble pillar in the lobby to keep from falling. "He's going to kill you." "Maybe it's a metaphor." Derek's voice cracked. "Like, you know, one shot at winning?"

“You don’t even try to lie to yourself.” I tilt my head. “And that’s what makes me crazy?” “That’s what makes you fun.” I can’t help it, I grin. “Well, we can’t all be as exciting as you, Mr. Plays-Russian-Roulette-for-Fun.” Rich laughs, pointing at me. “See? That right there. That’s why I like you.” “Because I call you out on your shit?” “Because you get it.” He gestures vaguely. “The thrill. The rush. The idea that maybe just maybe one day we go too far, and that’s it.” He clicks his tongue. “Gone.”

One of the three men commented I got goosebumps when he lick his lips, that's gross. “Be careful with this woman, she’s related to a crime of murder of 1,023 people in Russia.” “Woah that’s a lot, quite impressive.” “But does it means that she could make us moan around 1023 times could she?” I closed my fist. “If you want to moan a thousand then you should give each other enough time, we still have a long night to cherish.”

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.