Bells

BELLS THE BOYS OF CHAPEL CREST A PREQUEL BOOK 0.5 K.G REUSS Copyright © Bells: The Boys of Chapel Crest 2023 by K.G Reuss All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Formatting: Books From Beyond Editing/Proofreading: The “Write” Editor Cover Design: Moonstruck Cover Design & Photography, moonstruckcoverdesign.com CONTENTS Foreword 1. Sin 2. Bells 3. Sin 4. Bells 5. Sin 6. Bells 7. Church 8. Sin 9. Bells 10. Sin 11. Bells 12. Bells 13. Sin 14. Church 15. Sin 16. Church 17. Sin 18. Bells 19. Sin 20. Church 21. Bells 22. Sin 23. Bells 24. Church 25. Bells 26. Sin Acknowledgments About the Author Also by K.G Reuss FOREWORD Dearest Reader You are about to embark on the story before Sirena. This tale is dark in nature. Please know your limits. At Chapel Crest, there are none. Anything and everything goes. Visit www.kgreuss.com for more information. There are loads of twists and turns, so make sure you’re taking notes if you’re trying to decipher what will happen next in the series. We do have a Discord where you can join and freely discuss spoilers and theories with other readers. Simply join K.G. Reuss’s Renegade Readers on Facebook and follow the instructions on how to get access to the Discord channel. Welcome to THE BEFORE. Happy Screaming. -K SIN “I don’t like her,” Stitches said, glancing over to the blonde at the table next to us. She was staring down at a book and completely ignoring us. “Not really your call,” I muttered to him as she popped a pretzel into her mouth. “She likes me. I’m trying to get my shit sorted. She listens.” Church scoffed next to me. “She sucks your dick. That’s about the only communication you two have with one another.” I gave him the finger, which made Ashes snort from beside Church who simply gave me a look that said he didn’t give a fuck one way or the other what I did or why I did it. We were students here at Chapel Crest. Or patients. I supposed it depended on how you looked at it. Chapel Crest was a fucking asylum academy, and I’d never let anyone tell me differently. We were all a million shades of fucked up here. There was a medical ward on campus where many of us went for therapy or an extended vacation if we lost our shit. It’s where meds were handed out like candy and religion over science choked you. If the pills wouldn’t cure you, God would. At least that’s how it seemed to be here. Religion was a fundamental study for us all. It was the core of treatment and the core of recovery. Good boys and girls who don’t lose their shit and kill people got to go to heaven. The rest of us got to go to Chapel Crest. Our headmaster was a practicing doctor and a complete fucking cocksucker we hated. I knew the fuck was into experimental treatments and probably other shady business, but I’d never be able to prove it. None of us would unless we slipped and fell hard and ended up admitted into the medical side. “I’m not saying it’s my call, Sinclair. I’m saying I don’t trust her. She’s fucked up even more than we are,” Stitches said, bringing me back to the moment as I stared at her from my seat. “I’m just trying to save your fucking heart, asshole. And your sanity.” “Ah, fuck sanity,” Church said, getting to his feet and heaving his orange across the courtyard. It smashed into the side of Danny Linley’s face. He immediately reached for his bleeding nose and stumbled away from where he was sitting. Church looked back over at us and grinned, his blond hair falling into his eyes. “He was playing with his cock under the table over his pants. Fuck that guy. I’m trying to eat my hot dog here. He was ruining the fucking experience for me." Stitches let out a huff of laughter. “Rumor has it he fucked some passed out chick at a party and got sent here instead of jail time because his old man is loaded.” “Aren’t you into fucking the unconscious?” I asked, finally looking to Church who didn’t look the least bit ashamed of who he was. Church was dark and twisted, much like the rest of us. He didn’t display many emotions, at least not ones that brought warm and fuzzy to mind. If he could hurt it, smash it, break it, or kill it, that was what he’d do. He leveled his green eyes on me. “The difference between Danny Linley and me is that the chick would fuck me awake and scream no to him.” Stitches jerked his thumb at Church. “He’s got a point. If she’d fuck you awake, she’d fuck you sleeping. It’s science.” I rolled my eyes at the two nut jobs as they high-fived. I got to my feet, my sights set on the blonde. “Be careful,” Ashes said, his blue eyes roving over to the girl I was eyeing. Isabella. A complete fucking basket case, but she fucked and sucked and that’s what I needed. I’d say she checked all my boxes. I liked her a hell of a lot, and I wasn’t about to just overlook that since I never felt shit for girls before. Because of the way being with her made me feel, I kept at it, hoping maybe she was the cure for all the bad shit in my life. “Fuck being careful,” I said, turning to grin at my friends. The watchers. My ride or die posse. We ruled this place with an iron fist and giant cocks. No one fucked with us. “Atta boy!” Stitches shouted.