Russian Roulette Novels & Stories

Not like his scream would do anything in a sound proof room. He dragged a chair. Sat. Removed the gun’s safety. “Ever played Russian roulette?” Tyson asked. His voice was soft, almost kind. “No? I'll teach you.”

“Devil, please. You don’t understand, Bishop, he, ” Kain waved a hand lazily, cutting him off. “You bore me, Viktor.” Then he looked at Luca. The mask angled toward him, paper crinkling faintly as Kain smiled behind it. “Puppy,” he said, tone almost gentle. “Shall we play a game?” Luca blinked, his voice catching. “A… a game?” Kain’s thumb rubbed over his wrist. “Russian roulette.” The words fell heavy. Viktor stiffened. The woman’s gun didn’t waver. The other men at the table went still, the kind of stillness born from fear, the kind that didn’t dare exhale.

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

It was another empty cartridge. Casius, who had looked on in anticipation, felt grim. “I’m on a roll today too. Your turn.” Kaze handed the gun to Casius with a grin. The latter took a step back. However, Kaze’s sarcastic smile made Casius brace himself to take the revolver, his arm trembling violently. The Russian Roulette was a cruel game. It was a huge test of a person’s self-confidence, composure, and even character. Maybe only a madman could keep the game going.

She asked at the same time as she points the gun and taking aim at her target, then she shot him right between the eyes. Agatha and Samatha watch in horror as Analina took down Phoenix in one shot. “NOW, AGATHA YOUR UP NEXT!!!” She also shot her between the eyes. “OH, I'M GOING TO LOVE TOYING WITH YOU!!!” She said while looking into the bullet chamber. “Let's see, it holds six bullets, two were fired, leaving a remainder of four bullets. What will happen if I just happen to take out three of the bullets and leaving just one. OH, I KNOW. DO YOU KNOW, SAMATHA?” “No.” “SO, YOU NEVER HEARD OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE? WELL, THIS IS HOW THE GAME IS PLAYED. I'M GOING TO FIR

Russian roulette was a game in which a single round was placed in a revolver. The players, in turn, spun the cylinder, place the muzzle against their heads, and pull the trigger. This game didn't end till the bullet hit one of the players. This was a very cruel and terrifying game. If there was a rank of cruelty for gambling games in the world, Russian roulette must be the cruelest. No! No! But at that moment, two bodyguards came over directly. They held my hands, and forced me to stand aside.

"You can leave some cylinders blank. When you fire the weapon, you don't know if a bullet is chambered or not. It helps you behave consistently when firing." "So like Russian roulette?" I ask. Ryan looks at me and narrows his eyes. "In a way, I suppose. But no one is getting shot in the head." "Of course not. That would be breaking the rules of gun safety, and I would never dream of doing something like that," I say in a somewhat teasing voice. Ryan tilts his head. "Are you mocking me?" he asks, the smile in his eyes the only hint that he's merely pretending to be offended.

Many mafia members got out of their seats. Some were leaving to continue their vacation, but the rest were preparing for Elena's game of Russian Roulette. Tyler had, thankfully, taken himself and his date outside to get more refreshments for the room. Because apparently the punishment of an innocent woman made the mafia members very peckish. Elena wanted to throw up. She took a deep breath and tried to think through her situation. "So what exactly happens now?" Elena asked Massimo. "They'll get out an old six-piece revolver," Massimo explained. "Someone will load one bullet and five blanks into the gun. You spin the barrel of the gun, point it at your head, an

My chest tightens as pins and needles burst through my extremities. "If you don't want me to tell him, why did you bring me here? Why are you doing this?" Vince grins at me and leans against the jamb. "It's a bit like Russian roulette, isn't it?" My eyebrows twitch inward. "I don't know what that is." "It's a game of chance. One live bullet in a chamber, a healthy dose of adrenaline." He sniffs and shifts his weight. "You look scared." "I didn't do anything wrong."

I paused a few inches away from him, spinning the revolver in close examination. “A game?” He murmured in a voice thick with dread. “Yes, Cory.” I stopped spinning and reached into my pockets for a couple of billets. “Ever heard of the Russian roulette game?” Slowly, his eyes grew wider, to the point of popping out of their sockets, as he started to realize where we were headed. Together. Well he would separate from me, eventually, if he didn’t cooperate. On his way to freaking hell. “Please,” he started in a quivering voice, “don’t do this.”