Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

Cassian’s fingers played with my nipples, pinching and tugging harder, while his other hand guided the gun’s movement inside me, pushing, twisting, pulling—slowly, torturously. “Now you’re wet…” he murmured, voice low, cruelly amused. “I still have more questions… But we will play a game.” His tone came dark. “What kind of game master?” My trembling voice asked. “It is called Russian Roulette,” he said, and my heart dropped… I’ve heard about this deadly game before. The one where a revolver holds a single bullet, and players take turns pulling the trigger, hoping the chamber is empty. The one where someone always loses.

Mae didn't find the sight gory, it wasn't the first time someone was dying in front of her but she just couldn't believe the man who had single handedly killed six men to bring her yet was just shot dead by him. "This is a Russian pistol, Tokrev Tt-33," Leo was back to swirling the gun's trigger guard around his finger when he spoke to her."Someone recently gifted it to me and look, I just launched it." He laughed and brought his face to her."You didn't think I'd just kill you like that, did you?"

Saint responds, distracting me from my thoughts, "We should focus on those guys. They are about to play Pussy Russian Roulette and the blond one is about to shoot himself on the leg.” Now I have to look at that. I sneak a quick glance at the big mahogany table behind us and finally see what those guys are laughing and yelling about (harder than before). They're all putting copious amounts of money in the middle and one of them pulls out a gun and makes a whole show of showing just one bullet inside of it. Then he spins the thingy. Saint said the blond one was going to lose, so I wait with morbid anticipation until it’s his turn. There’s a muted sound and then

"If I were you, you would tell me now. Because even if I set you free, the one behind this wouldn't let you roam the streets knowing that you could betray them any time. They must have known now that we had caught and brought you here. So, think about it properly, buddy. And, don't try to fool me." Sebastian handed his boss one of his favorite collections of revolvers. "Finish him, boss." "Let's play a game, shall we?" Dionysus' eyes glinted in a way anyone would dreadfully tremble on their knees, like a devil had suddenly taken over his body. "Do you somehow know the game 'russian roulette'?" The sniper's eyes instantaneously widened in utter shock. He palpab

It's been a long time since anyone has played Russian Roulette and now, after all this time, someone has finally dared to propose it. Of course, this is going to be a very tense and interesting game. Especially since the person playing it is a woman as well as a man. "This will be the most challenging game in the last five years," said a bald man wearing glasses after he placed his bet on Daniel. "Yes, you're right. I feel the same way." The man in the blue suit next to him chimed in. He had just placed his bet on Audrey. When everyone had placed their bets, the dealer now took the revolver that had been loaded with bullets that had been turned so that no one

And I think, maybe for the first time… I want to. “Russian roulette,” I say, calm as ice. “If you’re lucky, you take Stone and leave this ship. I’ll wire fifteen million to a Swiss account of your choosing. More than enough for plastic surgery, a new passport, a new face — so I never have to see your rotting soul behind those pretty eyes again.” Céline exhales, sharp and shallow. “And if I’m not lucky?” I smile. Madness curls at the edges of my mind like smoke, sweet and slow.

He took a revolver from his man, popped the cylinder open, and loaded a single bullet in front of everyone. "Russian Roulette. You game?" Roman spun the cylinder. "If you live, the casino is yours." "Boss, no!" "You could die!" "It's too dangerous!" Killian's men yelled, trying to stop him, but he ignored them. "Deal." Killian reached out and took the gun. "No!" I finally yelled out. Killian looked back at me, his eyes full of deep love. "Aria, nothing in this world matters more than you. I'd do anything for you."

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

I covered my mouth. Russo’s jaw was set tight. His intense gaze shot at me. "Do it willingly or," He warned, sliding his hand under his coat. He took out his gun. "You'll walk over their dead bodies, the aisle will be drenched in their blood." He dropped his hand, grasping the gun. His gaze held seriousness. He could kill a man by just slapping. He could do anything. My head nodded going against my will. Could I bear to see them die? No! I was not selfish. I wouldn't see his option as an opportunity to escape.

He set it on the bed where I could see and pressed play. The screen lit up to show a video of Janice. She sat in a wooden chair in some sort of field, dressed up this time. Even in video form, it was clear to anyone who watched this that she was scared. Whoever was behind the camera was clearly saying something to her, their voice distorted. Russian roulette. The sick son or daughter of a bitch was playing Russian roulette with my woman. Janice’s voice cracked as she answered questions about us. There were times the bastard clicked that gun and came up empty. Just watching the scenes alone gutted me.