Russian Roulette: One Life Novels & Stories

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

“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.

Instead, he walked to a polished walnut cabinet, unlocked it, and drew out a single object: a sleek, nickel-plated revolver. My breath hitched, but I didn’t move. He opened the cylinder, showed me the six empty chambers. From his pocket, he produced a single, golden bullet. He slid it into a chamber, spun the cylinder with a smooth, practiced flick of his wrist, and snapped it shut. The final, metallic click echoed in the silent room. He placed the gun on the low table between us. “A final gamble,” he said, his voice eerily flat. “My life against your mercy. One chance in six. If the chamber is empty when I pull, you stay another day. We keep playing. If it fires… my interference ends. Perma

Cassian’s fingers played with my nipples, pinching and tugging harder, while his other hand guided the gun’s movement inside me, pushing, twisting, pulling—slowly, torturously. “Now you’re wet…” he murmured, voice low, cruelly amused. “I still have more questions… But we will play a game.” His tone came dark. “What kind of game master?” My trembling voice asked. “It is called Russian Roulette,” he said, and my heart dropped… I’ve heard about this deadly game before. The one where a revolver holds a single bullet, and players take turns pulling the trigger, hoping the chamber is empty. The one where someone always loses.

My eyes went dead, he was the reason why I was shot, why our child died. The man was shaking looking like he wanted to pee in his pants, I knew Matteo better he wouldn't kill him, he was more of a mind game torture kind of guy. "Do you want to play Russian roulette?" he asked. The man's hands trembled as he reached for the gun. He knew that if he refused to play, he would be killed. If he played, he had a one-in-six chance of survival. "Who else?" Matteo said in his authoritative voice and the man pointed to a bald man.

"Russian roulette? Derek, tell me you're joking." Derek stared at his phone screen like it might change if he looked hard enough. "That's what it says. 'The game has changed. Russian roulette. One bullet, one chance.'" My knees gave out. I grabbed the nearest marble pillar in the lobby to keep from falling. "He's going to kill you." "Maybe it's a metaphor." Derek's voice cracked. "Like, you know, one shot at winning?"

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

Russell replied sarcastically. “Please don’t Master, you and Young Master are very kind and wise people, please have mercy on us!” they both said, cupping their hands in front of their chests. But Russell didn’t care. Instead, he pulled the trigger of his revolver to shoot them in the leg. “Please Master, Please!” this time the blonde pleaded and took out his wallet. “Sir take my wallet. I just won a gamble and there is a check for hundreds of millions,” he pleaded.

I left a light on downstairs and sat on the couch to wait for her. She was taken aback when she saw me as soon as she returned. Then, she sat across from me and pulled out a document from her bag. "Tell me what you think about this." I knew this was her final test for me. The document she showed me was top secret—there couldn't be more than five people in the company who'd seen it. This was one of the financial crises Lawson Group faced. It had also happened in my past life. I pondered the matter for a while before giving Wanda a proposal. In my past life, Lawson Group had hired a group of financial experts to come up with a proposal to resolve the issue—I remembered it and told Wanda about

she answered, and Nero nodded. “You see, baby, this revolver holds a single bullet in one of its chambers. Spin the cylinder, pull the trigger, and pray that fate is on your side.” “So let’s play a game; if I say my name wrongly, then I pull the trigger on myself. If you say your name wrongly, then I will pull the trigger at you,” he explained, and Lena’s eyes widened in shock when Nero pointed the gun at himself. “My name is Dante,” he said, then pressed on the trigger when Lena’s eyes widened in shock. Nero chuckled.