Russian Roulette: One Life Novels & Stories

My voice quaked, my heart drumming so loudly I feared I was going to pass out. Finally, he slid his intense gaze to me. His stare was chilling and his eyes looked...dead. "I told you I was going to give you a reward, didn't I?" he said, holding up a bullet. Then, with expert ease, he pushed it into one of the gruesome holes of the rotating cylinder, slammed it shut, and then rolled it close with a blurry speed. "We're going to play Russian roulette, but you'll be the only one who gets to shoot." My pulse skittered, the nauseous feeling turning my stomach making my eyes burn.

Over on the other side, Jake was still trembling as he fumbled with the lock. Jenna, who had been so indifferent just moments ago, frantically rushed forward, snatched the keys from his hand, and quickly opened the gate herself. By then, I'd already jumped back into the ambulance. The next second, Trevor slammed on the gas, and we sped straight out of the complex. The whole way there, my heart was in my throat as I watched Dr. Goldberg perform CPR on Kelly without stopping. Thankfully, she eventually regained a faint breath.

Glen shouted, glaring daggers at Frederick. Aleena raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. "If you insist on fighting, I have a compromise." She placed a heavy revolver on the table, her expression serious. "In Chiusil, we have a fashionable way to settle such matters. We call it Russian Roulette." "Whoever the gun points to, that person pulls the trigger on themselves. Let's see if you Drakonians have the guts to play!"

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.

I shook my head and said, "No, don't gamble with your lives!" At this moment, I had already understood Bleak's words. They staked themselves. There was only one gambling game concerning a revolver, Russian roulette!

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 FIRE THE GUN AND IF THERE IS NO BUL

The relief that flooded through her was so overwhelming it almost sent her knees buckling, but her joy was short-relieved at the clear and present danger they were still in. “Now step aside so we can let Miss De Luca out,” Viktor said, cocking his head to his left. “We’re in a bit of a hurry, you see.” “What happened to Mr. Nikolin?” Igor demanded, his gun unwavering. “He’s dead.” Alexei’s voice was quieter, and breathier with audible exhaustion. “I shot him myself.” Sergey and Igor exchanged glances. Whatever silent agreement they had, it was swift as Igor lowered the hammer of his pistol.

I feel the pressure on my shoulders as if it were my duty to stay alive when the disease gradually degenerates without being able to do anything about it other than follow the treatment to the letter and wait patiently for it to work, and in many cases not even a strictly regimented treatment can ever work. My diagnosis was not very encouraging, the doctors stated that it was statistically impossible for me to survive but here I am, living, or rather, surviving. Every morning when I wake up it could be my last day and the daily thought of that as soon as my eyes open is totally depressing. The only thing that keeps me sane and brings me back to reality is my deep and infinite passion for art

“Maerilee, if you are meant to have four Ones, you’re still missing two.” The room falls silent once more, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. My relief evaporates, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. I hadn’t even considered that possibility, that there might be more to this than just Akin and River. But if Permiton is right, if I'm truly meant to have four Ones, the matter is yet to be settled.

Why had the murderer remained unnervingly calm throughout the process? Only a professional assassin could achieve this level of cold precision. Following this lead, the police dug deeper and uncovered a hidden assassin network on the dark web. The man who had killed me was a hired hitman. In the chat logs, the client had given explicit instructions. "Make sure to torture her. Destroy her body beyond recognition." After dismembering me, the hitman had sent pictures to the client for confirmation. The client had responded with dissatisfaction. "What about her head? Smash it and dispose of it."