Russian Roulette: One Life Novels & Stories

I mumbled, sourly, rolling my eyes. "Give him a break, he's the one extremely excited for our wedding," Rai stated and I smiled, excited for it myself. I thought about it all and shrugged as I dialed Fernando. I explained everything I wanted him to take care of and he was happy to hear about Rai and I. After hanging up, Rai grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the remainder of the museum. As we continued our tour my thoughts became scrambled in my brain as I recalled my father telling me that Death and Life couldn't be soulmates. I gritted my teeth and looked down feeling a jolt of sadness brushing my heart. I truly loved Rai, for that I had no doubt but I had loved Miguel and it hadn

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.

I mumbled silently but loud enough for her to hear. “We are going to back each other while we shoot them down, okay?” she said to me. “yes.” I whispered at her. “Surrender already or we will shoot you.” One of the men said in his deep Russian accent. “now.” She whispered an in a fast motion, we backed each other and shot at them immediately. She shot down three men, and I only shot down one. Then I shot the remaining one after I breathed out from killing a man. Is that how to kill?

And then his gaze landed on Lorenzo, who sat casually twirling his blade between his fingers. Nikolai leaned back in his chair, his hand resting possessively on Evangeline’s waist. His lips curled into a slow smile. “Not really children, Viviane. They’re men now.” I clenched my fists, biting back a string of curses. Scott stepped back, running a hand through his hair, his grin widening as he pulled his revolver from his waistband. He held it up, spinning the cylinder with his thumb, “You know how this works, right?” he asked, “Russian Roulette. A classic. One bullet, six chambers. You tell us what we want to know, we decide if you're telling the truth and every time we feel like you two are

I wanted to stay with Leo, but suddenly, my ghost was tugged back to the Sadler residence. Ethan's room was in a mess. Rosalie was curled up on one side of the bed, trembling. Bruises covered her entire body. Ethan was smoking at the window. Suddenly, a thought seemed to cross his mind, and he pulled the blanket aside. Nothing was on the bed sheets except for creases. His expression turned sour, and he pulled Rosalie up. He demanded, "Rosalie, is this not your first time?" Rosalie froze. She dared not respond. Holding her head high, she stubbornly said, "It is my first time!"

"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!"

I had my finger along the frame of the pistol—not on the trigger yet because if I hit it too soon, it could end up badly. Marcus was enjoying it. I could see it in his face—those smug little smiles every time Katherine whimpered, every time Dacre’s hand shook as he lifted the revolver for that sick game. Russian roulette. Marcus had always been fond of control, but this… this was something else. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted blood. I couldn’t stay still. I couldn’t let it go on any longer. But if I moved now, if I jumped and missed, Katherine would be lost forever. And Dacre... He could be hurt.

"Do you have anything to say to Lady Cora?" Camera flashes blinded me. I knew Cora had arranged this whole spectacle. I ignored their questions and started the engine. The pain in my soul and body made me dizzy. My hands trembled on the steering wheel. "We're live from Silvermoon territory," a reporter chirped into her camera, "witnessing the fall of a queen. This is rock bottom for the once-revered Luna Elena." The truck slowly pulled away from the territory. In the rearview mirror, I could see them still filming.

I lifted my leg and shook him off. "You're too late," I said indifferently. I pulled up a photo on my phone and dropped it at his knees. The photo showed a tiny, undeveloped fetus, streaked with blood, lying motionless on a cold metal tray. It was our pup, the one killed by his neglect. Cassian's sobs broke off. He stared at the photo until the last of his hope crumbled, his body going slack as a low, broken howl of grief ripped from his throat.

My surgery was scheduled immediately. … Meanwhile, Roland, thinking I was dead, was throwing a grand party at Christina's mansion. He had his arm around a young model, flaunting a brand-new million-dollar watch. Drunk on the moment, he then dipped into Ashmore Group's funds and bought himself a multi-million-dollar sports car.