Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

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 ever

he said to her. "Technically, if this Nika.. person is still alive and..." she started. "It's Nikamura," he said to her. "Whatever, but if Nikamura is alive and you shoot me now, don't you think you'll kill her too?" She asked him. For a moment, Zayne stared at the gun in his hand and let off a loud sigh. She did have a point after all, and slowly but reluctantly, he put away the gun. "Good," she was saying when he rushed over to her and punched her arm painfully. "Owwww! What was that for?"

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.

Sometimes I forgot how normal they could seem, when the world saw us like monsters and people to fear Vivian smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We did think about it." "See?" Bree said, flashing me a look that made my stomach knot. She opened a revolver right there on the coffee table. One bullet. Five empty chambers. "We tried Russian Roulette first," Stella said, lounging back on the couch like she was talking about a new TV show. "Shot it three times, too," Bree added, way too proud of herself.

"Your fiancée owes me fifty million. Plus interest." "I can give you the money," Dante said, holding Isabella tight. "Right now." "No, no, no." Marco shook his head. "Money is boring. I want her to play a more interesting game." He pointed to the gun on the table. "Russian Roulette. Six chambers, one bullet. If she's lucky, she walks out of here alive." Isabella started sobbing. "I won't do it! Dante, I don't want to die!" "She knew the stakes when she sat down," Marco sneered. "The penalty is death."

“Our usual best two out of three or are we going for a total knockout, winner takes all?” It was a good question and Azrin had to take a minute to really weigh the pros and cons. On the one hand best of three gave the omega more opportunities, it also was a fairly normal interaction for the two males. On the other, if Azrin chose the second option, Lex would realize he was serious, that this wasn’t a game to the Brunet. “One and done Lex,” The omega answered with conviction. The alpha’s eyes widened. He had obviously expected a very different answer from his omega. “You’re serious?”

"Once you're at the table, you follow the rules. You still have a chance to go back and rest. Otherwise, don't come crying to me when you lose." His words stabbed me. I forced a smile. Clara seemed greatly encouraged. She and Killian exchanged a look. "Why don't we raise the stakes? Let's play Russian Roulette. The winner of each round gets to order anyone here to do anything they want." She paused, then added with false sincerity. "But let's be clear. Seraphina has never handled a gun, so you all have to go easy on her. Don't bully my best friend." The men in the casino erupted in laughter and crude remarks.

She was right, and it hurt. My chin trembled, and they just watched us like we were in a reality TV show. “Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?” she told her boards or whoever they are. When she nodded at the man behind Spade, my back instantly stiffened. “What are you doing?” The panic was thick in my voice. “Give him a gun, Razic,” he ordered the dark-eyed man, and that asshole acted without hesitation. My pulse started to race as I felt like I knew where this stupid game was going. I’d seen it a thousand times. She was about to make us do Russian roulette.

“Both are charged with espionage and attempted murder after friend Alexander Chernyshevsky fell dangerously ill after dinner with the two men.” “Dimitri!!” I screamed even louder. I was standing up but had no idea how I got there. The study door opened and he looked at me. “What! Why the fuck are you screaming?” I pointed to the TV, my hand was shaking like crazy and I had to sit down because of the pain in my chest. Coming over he looked at the TV which now obviously had the weather. He looked down at me confused. With my shaking hand I grabbed the remote and rewound his TV for the second time and pressed play. The woman’s voice boomed out again.

Instead, he walked to a polished walnut cabinet, unlocked it, and drew out a single object: a sleek, nickel-plated revolver. My breath hitched, but I didn’t move. He opened the cylinder, showed me the six empty chambers. From his pocket, he produced a single, golden bullet. He slid it into a chamber, spun the cylinder with a smooth, practiced flick of his wrist, and snapped it shut. The final, metallic click echoed in the silent room. He placed the gun on the low table between us. “A final gamble,” he said, his voice eerily flat. “My life against your mercy. One chance in six. If the chamber is empty when I pull, you stay another day. We keep playing. If it fires… my interference ends. Perma