Russian Roulette: One Life Novels & Stories

And I think, maybe for the first time… I want to. “Russian roulette,” I say, calm as ice. “If you’re lucky, you take Stone and leave this ship. I’ll wire fifteen million to a Swiss account of your choosing. More than enough for plastic surgery, a new passport, a new face — so I never have to see your rotting soul behind those pretty eyes again.” Céline exhales, sharp and shallow. “And if I’m not lucky?” I smile. Madness curls at the edges of my mind like smoke, sweet and slow.

When I spat it out, I found two of my teeth lying in my palm. At that moment, I no longer cared about anything else. I hurriedly texted Mirabelle, asking her to come back. … Mirabelle had settled down somewhere and was still live-streaming. The scene of me barging into her room earlier had been broadcast live, and now thousands of viewers were pouring into her stream. "You latecomers just missed it, but the heiress of the Hawthorne family went ballistic over her housekeeper's glow-up." "Are you sure that was Rosetta? She looked nothing like her; she looked more like a middle-aged woman who'd let herself go."

After five years of hurting each other, I was finally tired of Aiden Russell. Five years ago, I finally brought down the biggest drug lord in the Walled City and avenged my father, Paul Chadwick, who had died in the line of duty. But Aiden refused to let the drug lord's daughter, Naomi Siddall, die. He even threatened to take his own life just to force me to agree. After the operation, Aiden brought Naomi back to our home. From that day on, we never stopped hurting each other. Once, I held a knife to Naomi's throat. Aiden immediately pointed his gun at me without hesitation. When I threw away Naomi's medicine, Aiden stripped me and threw me out into the freezing snow. Then one day, Naomi tim

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

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’’

"If I ever betray Leah, every bit of suffering she has endured will return to me tenfold." ... The auction venue was in chaos. The Alpha heir, Timothy Russell, was curled up on the ground in the fetal position. He looked like a wild, contorted beast. His handsome face was distorted by the intense pain, and blood soaked through his well-tailored suit. "Timothy! What's come over you?" Rochell Lucas's face was pale as she crouched down to help him, but he pushed her away with one swift motion. "Don't touch me!" Timothy did not realise how much fear his shout carried. He clutched his chest tightly, each breath accompanied by the trembling of his clenched teeth.

“I know you don’t have money problems because I pay you well enough and you don’t have any responsibility yet so tell me Enzo who got to you?” I could see him resisting the urge to spill the truth, the fight going on in his head. He’s probably considering who he fears more. “Talk” I commanded but he remained silent. I guess this is it. “Enzo we are going to play a game called Russian roulette” I say signaling to Alex to hand me the revolver on the wall where some of my guns were arranged. Alex took out the gun handing it to me with a bullet. I load the revolver with the bullet, and spin the cylinder. Pointing the gun at his balls. Enzo’s eyes went wide, pleading and begging me to spare him.