Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

I shielded myself with the car but even that wasn’t safe enough as the bullets were everywhere. A Russian lunged at me without a weapon, and I fired two bullets in his chest before he could finish screaming. Lorenzo was a few feet away, using the hood of our wrecked car as a cover. His left arm was basically useless, blood soaking his sleeve. He fired one-handed, every shot precise and hitting the target intended. Another Russian rounded the corner, much closer this time. He pointed his rifle at me. I raised my Glock, pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.

That he'd take Bibi again, my mind was filled and at that moment, I realized something. Kaiden's gun was empty, there was no bullet in it. That's why he couldn't shoot the first time, I trusted my guts, my hunch and with all the strength I could muster, I kicked him in the groin and rushed towards the door, but I was wrong, his barrel wasn't empty, it was a Russian roulette. He shot directly at me but hopefully, he missed and the gun went through the door. "Go!" Lucien pushed me out of the room and I ran without thinking,

“Let it go.” I considered it for a moment, then pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing. The Russian froze. His breathing turned shaky, his chest rising and falling fast. For a second, he looked confused. Then it hit him that he was still alive. His eyes darted between me and the gun, his body stiff, waiting for what would happen next. A drop of sweat rolled down his face. No one moved. My men stayed still. The Bratva stayed still. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see if I’d pull the trigger again.

ROSES AND GUNS CHAPTER THREE MARY PAUL'S POV FLASHBACKS .......................................................................................... " My cherry, what would I do without you?" Peter murmured sultry into my ear, his soft touch grazing my naked thigh as we laid in bed. "I don't know, you tell me." I said as I hoisted myself up into sideways position, my right arm supporting the weight of my head. I stared into his eyes, my hands softly trailing along his chiseled stomach.

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.

Before that, he loaded one bullet into the pistol with a Double-Action Revolver style. Right now, we were in the backyard of Zeus' palace. The morning that should have been bright but has turned dark, because of the screams of pain from the people in front of me. I saw about 7 people who were tied up by Zeus' bodyguards, they were tied to iron poles. "This is a game of Russian Roulette. I want you to execute these rebels, using your wits. Because there's only one bullet in this gun. You have to remember, there's only one bullet in this gun." Zeus looked at me, smiling horribly.

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!"

I shook my head and said, "No, don't gamble with your lives!" At this moment, I had already understood Roger's words! I knew why he said they staked themselves. There was only one gambling game concerning a revolver, Russian roulette! Russian roulette was a game in which a single round was placed in a revolver. The players, in turn, spun the cylinder, placed the muzzle against their heads, and pulled the trigger. This game didn't end till the bullet hit one of the players. This was a very cruel and terrifying game! If there was a rank of cruelty for gambling games in the world, Russian roulette mu

Even the men seem to brace themselves. Roman lifts the gun and points it directly at Paula’s forehead. Then he smiles. A calm, terrifying smile. “Let’s play a game, Paula,” he says softly. “I like games and I hope you do, too. And this one… this one happens to be my favorite.” My breath stops. “I hope you love Russian Roulette.”

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.