Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

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.

She corrected, and the lights came on almost immediately. Roonie is standing beside a table at the center of the big room, and his head is down, he's arranging a revolver gun. "I think The Titans came to my place" she said "Aren't you here for the favor?" He faced her, the deepness of his voice hitting her. "What do you want?" She replied. "Russian roulette" he said. "You want me to play Russian roulette with you? Are you crazy?" She scoffed. "You can't? We can wrap up the hide and seek game with it, plus the favor " he replied, looking her up and down.

He puts on his glasses and gets to work on retrieving the bullet from my shoulder, while I lean my head back and just focus on taking calming breaths. “You’re very lucky. There have been a number of deaths around Russia lately all involving piano wire. Most victims didn’t get to keep their heads. You may have just found the culprit,” he says absentmindedly. At that, I open my eyes and stare down at the man. Guess he underestimated this particular prey. “Got it,” announces Vsevolod proudly, dropping the bullet in a small jar of rubbing alcohol.

Just like that ass deserves. I was about to finish the job when I was distracted by the commotion behind me and I turned to see the guy I had kicked in his most precious area now had hold of the gun and he was pointing it directly at me. "See you in hell. Miss Pierce," he spat coldly and pulled the trigger, there was barely seconds between the bullet coming towards me and the body which flew in front of me without so much as a second thought. I didn't have the time to register what the hell was happening, all I saw was Jayson snap the neck of the guy who had attempted to shot me and then there was the overwhelming smell of blood which was filling my nose. It was becoming nauseating and I was

She sounded so sure I was surprised. “I never touched your collection.” She said innocently. Referring to my hunting gear and room full of ammo. “Here,” I said handing her a revolver. It is a short or hand-held firearm with a revolving cylinder typically of five to nine chambers, manually loaded with cartridges. As the cylinder rotates into position, the trigger can be pulled, releasing the hammer firing the cartridge. Expended cartridge cases remain in the cylinder until manually unloaded. “Have you ever played Russian roulette with this one?” She asked, placing a single round in the barrel and spinning the cylinder.

“Play a game? What do you mean?” Shannon walked closer to her, standing a couple feet away from her. She opened the barrel of the gun and dumped out the bullets in her hand. “We’re going to play Russian roulette.” She put one bullet back into the gun. Just as she started to close it she decided to add another one in a different chamber. She closed the barrel and gave it a spin. “You know how to play don’t you?” “No, I’m not a complete psycho to play that game.”

"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?"

“Harvey, what are you trying to do?” Harvey said indifferently, “I have seen too many people like you. “You’re still very upset, although you have lost. “You must have thought that you lost to me by chance. “If you have prepared earlier, then the one who will die at this moment is me. “So, in response to your thoughts, I decided to give you a chance. “I decide to play a simple game with you. The Russian Roulette, “We’ll take turns in firing shots and see who is luckier.

“Marco, I can’t forgive you,” I said quietly, “so I’m leaving the final decision to God. “A Russian roulette revolver has six chambers but three bullets. We take turns pointing it at each other’s heads and pulling the trigger. If, in the end, neither of us dies, that means God has forgiven you on my behalf. Then, I’ll follow His will and forgive you one last time. “But if either one of us dies, then the game ends, and we’re both finally free.”