Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

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.

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’’

Instead, he turned his head, his azure eyes locking onto Alexander coldly. "Ivy doesn't want to see you. But since you refuse to leave, as the Underboss of the Rainier family, I should collect some interest for my sister." He drew a silver revolver from his waist, deftly swung out the cylinder, dumped the bullets, and left only three. Click. With a flick of his wrist, the cylinder spun wildly before snapping back into place. He tossed the gun into the mud at Alexander’s feet. "Russian Roulette. The oldest rule of the Mafia."

I cried out. “Too late.” I watched as Mr. Reyes uncorked a gun. I recognized that brand from movies— Russian Roulette. It could never miss. Straight to the target and could make anyone drop dead in less than a milli-second. By now, strings of tears have come out of my eyes. Swollen and puffy, my chest heaved in worry. And then I began to actually worry. What if Jackson was too late? And none of us made it out? What if we all died?

Rose's eyes widened, perspiration filled her face at the thought of dying. Russo clicks off the safety of the gun and then………….. Click!

Dante opened the box, and the Russian roulette was exposed. Nero picked up the gun before he sat on the bed and spinned the cylinder. “Ciao, bellezza. [Hello Beauty]” Nero’s hoarse voice made a shiver run down Lena’s spine with her gaze focused on the gun in the man’s hand. “Come ti chiami, habibi? [What’s your name, Habibi]?” he asked, but Lena couldn't understand a word he was saying. A creepy smile formed on Nero’s face before he pointed at the space before him.

"Well, you have no choice!" Margaux could have said more things, but then Rome didn't give her a chance to push back anymore. Swiftly, he reached for the gun sitting quietly on the table and started feeding its cylinder with three bullets. One flick to shuffle what he had loaded in it, and he pushed the cylinder back to its place without looking at her. "Have you tried playing Russian Roullete before, Cara mia?" "What the? R-Rome, no! I can't. We can't—shit!"

[Third person’s Point of View—Nikolai] The scent of smoke and liquor permeated the entire room. The tension around the long glass table is so thick that even the sharpest knife could not cut through. Nikolai seated calmly at the end, but his one hand poised on the band of his waist where he tucked a revolver ready to fire in case something broke out. On the opposite side of the table sat an older man, roughly in his late sixties or early seventies.

He didn't stop her, only looked at her intently and said, "Tania, before you go, play one last game with me. Let's place a bet." Without slowing her steps, she glanced at him coolly. "I'm not interested." "The stakes are your freedom and my life." Simone raised his hand, and Cesario stepped forward carrying a black wooden box. When opened, a vintage revolver was revealed, its metal gleaming coldly. "Bullet roulette. There's only one bullet in the chamber. I'll pull the trigger and gamble on whether the last shot will fire."

John Moore walked up to me from behind to relight the cigarette in my hand. He then asked, "The muzzle wasn't aimed at his heart. Did you have second thoughts?" White smoke rose from the lit cigarette. I replied in a disdainful voice, "Second thoughts? I never planned on killing him. A bullet is enough to end Thomas' life. What I really want is the PIN to his Swelia Bank's account, the ledger to all his dirty deals, and all of the legal businesses under his name. There's no way I'll let him die that easily."