Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

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?"

Hunter asks, his face void of emotion. "No." I say, not quite sure what he's referring to. Though knowing his reputation, it probably has to do with his morbid style of torment. Not wanting to be the Reaper's next victim, I choose the safest answer. "Pity. Cause I enjoy them." He says, pulling back on the trigger once more. I feel the oxygen leave my lungs as I put the pieces together. I've unwillingly become a victim of the cruel game of Russian roulette. "You're a lucky man." Hunter remarks.

he yells out, looking at Russeell menacingly. But somehow, it works. People are cheering for the other guy, and maybe it was ok... It was who they were used to seeing fighting. He was famous. But they have never seen Russell. They've never heard of his name, and they surely will remember it after tonight. Russell somehow manages to squeeze an arm in and gets out of the headlock the guy had him choked on. He manages to flip over, and is now behind the guy, grabbing him by the torso and flips him, slamming his body behind him. The guy goes down with a loud thud, and Russell takes advantage. He begins pounding his fists on him, slamming one fists after another on the guy.

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."

There was a twinkle in his eyes, meaning that he had a plan, meaning that his plan was that he knew her plan. "I won't choose." She said to Payne, sniffing. She clasped her knife firmly. "Well then. You must be forgetting we have a fucking ticking time bomb. I will help you make your decision faster. On count of ten, you both must tell me who your choice is. In the mean time, our Russian roulette begins now." He clicked the gun with a single bullet and rotated the cylinder. "One..." He pulled the trigger, pointing the gun at Collins. The gun clicked.

I asked, more intimidated by the second. "Don't worry. None of them is going to harm you," Caishen assured, but I was doubtful. "We're going to play a little game." He took out a revolver from his jacket's pocket and put it on the table. "You're kidding me right?" I laughed hysterically. I knew that this man was insane, but I couldn't see anything "safe" about playing a game that required a gun. He smirked. "Have you ever heard of Russian Roulette?" he asked while taking out two bullets and placing them in two random cylinder chambers.

“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.