Russian Roulette: One Life Novels & Stories

Elena took a deep breath and explained her time on the cruise ship from her perspective. She skipped over how Massimo had gotten drunk and what came after, but otherwise she tried to be as objective as possible. Elena told everyone in the courtroom how it was the other gathered mafia men who had decided that she had to play Russian Roulette—that such a dangerous game had never even been considered by Massimo until they suggested it. She explained that once the gathered dons had made their decision, no one person could object to it.

I cried out. “Too late.” I watched as Mr. Reyes uncorked a gun. I recognized that brand from movies— Russian Roulette. It could never miss. Straight to the target and could make anyone drop dead in less than a milli-second. By now, strings of tears have come out of my eyes. Swollen and puffy, my chest heaved in worry. And then I began to actually worry. What if Jackson was too late? And none of us made it out? What if we all died?

Even the men seem to brace themselves. Roman lifts the gun and points it directly at Paula’s forehead. Then he smiles. A calm, terrifying smile. “Let’s play a game, Paula,” he says softly. “I like games and I hope you do, too. And this one… this one happens to be my favorite.” My breath stops. “I hope you love Russian Roulette.”

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 would know where the bullets wer

, Alessa couldn't deny the fact that she was terrified too, a lot could go wrong in a game of chance. “The rules are simple, ladies. You get to decide who goes first. The gun has a six-chamber revolver, the trigger will be pulled once and the cylinder will be spun again before the next person pulls the trigger. That resets the odds back to one in six.” Madam Olga explained and with a racing heart and trembling body, everyone listened carefully.

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.” Marco immediately grabbed my hand. “Aurora, if you die, I’ll pull the trigger and die with you.” Instead of feeling touched, I said to him calmly, “If you die, I won’t do the same. I’ll forget you and go on with living my life.” Marco’s expression twisted in pain, but he didn’t arg

I shook my head and said, "No, don't gamble with your lives!" At this moment, I had already understood Roger's words! I knew why he said they staked themselves. There was only one gambling game concerning a revolver, Russian roulette! Russian roulette was a game in which a single round was placed in a revolver. The players, in turn, spun the cylinder, placed the muzzle against their heads, and pulled 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.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

a room full of blood the length of the blood in the room was 2 cm, it was the blood of 100 people, the defence minister made a small mistake, that is why he kept in a room with the new owner of the Illuminati, the owner was a 28-year-old man, when was teaching discipline to him, and punish him for his mistake. the rule of game is simple, on the death of every pawn their real family member will be killed, and at the last, if the general loses he will get a chance to shoot the owner with revolvers but he gets only one chance with only 3 bullets if he failed then general will get killed.