Russian Roulette: One Life 소설 & 이야기

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

I just stood there in silence, letting the snow blanket my shoulders. This was the end. From now on, Alicia and I no longer had anything to do with each other. Randall never did manage to escape the loan sharks. Even after they chopped off two of his fingers, he refused to give up. He figured that if he kept gambling, he could win big enough at some point to turn things around for himself. But he ended up losing every last bit of money he had. When the police raided the place, he was slamming down his last debit card on the poker table, shouting with a crazed look in his eyes, "I'll definitely win big this time!"

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

Rose's eyes widened, perspiration filled her face at the thought of dying. Russo clicks off the safety of the gun and then………….. Click!

He placed the mouth of the revolver under her chin and stared at her once again as if giving her one more chance to reconsider. The word 'please' sat on her tongue, but her stubborn head wouldn't just let her say the words. She rather die than let him mess her up. She closed her eyes. Eros had thought that she would quickly succumb to him once he brought the idea of Russian Roulette. He had expected her to shriek with dread and beg him to have all of her, he had imagined it, he had relished the moment before she was brought in by Bully. She wasn't going to lose her life over sex, he had thought to himself.

The entire cabin fell silent. Killian's gaze fell to my leg, his expression turning ugly. "I bet my birthright as heir to the Russo family. I bet all my future assets." I met his gaze, stepping out from the shadows of the gambling table. "We won't bet on luck. We'll bet on marksmanship." I pointed to the far end of the yacht's deck, at a playing card fluttering in the wind fifty meters away. "One shot each. If you win, I'll jump from here. My life will be yours."

What kind of ridiculous question was this? It was a standard gun loaded with five bullets. Remiel had killed three people with three shots. Now, two bullets remained. Larissa raised an eyebrow as she said, "Aren't you a gentleman? Since you've changed the rules, can I also change the way we play?" Remiel became interested. "How do you want to change it?" Larissa said calmly, "I'll shoot myself. Whether I live or die, I want it to be in my hands."

"I won't kill him. Instead, I'll play a game with him. You'll come to understand that the soft-looking man doesn't deserve to be with you. "Come now, softie! Let's play a game! The winner will get sweetcheeks all to himself!" Jonathan spun the pistol with his fingers. "This pistol has six bullets. I already removed five bullets in advance. We'll take turns shooting ourselves in the head. Let's see who can survive this roulette." He gazed at me contemptuously. "Do you have the guts to accept the challenge?" Who the hell wanted to steal his so-called sweetcheeks from him?

They have been at odds from the very start and her mouth had been what he disliked the most. ‘’Well .. well … well. See who finally finds her way into my den?’’ bradon mocked as he picked up the whip. ‘’You know today I am in a good mood so I won't do the whipping’’ Tessa, could not thank her stars more. But her joy was short-lived. Brandon carefully takes out his 38 Revolver, she was no naive nerd, she knew what it meant even before the words fell out of his mouth. ‘’How about we play Russian Roulette?’’ ‘’you are indeed the devil-like they say’’ ‘’well I never said i was some angel bitch’’