Pandemonium (MC Sinners Next Generation, #1) - Bella Jewel


Bella Jewel


As always, my heartfelt thanks to every single blogger, reader and author that has supported my journey. From reading my books, to sharing them, to raving about them, to being there for me. Thank you. My career would be nothing without any of you.

A huge thanks to Kylie from Give Me Books for organizing my reveals and blitzes. You do such an amazing job. No matter how many times I use you, I am always blown away by how efficient you are. Nothing is ever a drama. Thank you for giving me so much support.

A massive thanks to Louisa from LM Creations for this STUNNING cover. I love how effortlessly we work together, and somehow always come up with something this incredible.

To Lauren, my epic editor. You are the best thing since sliced bread, no lie. You seriously are the best person EVER to work with. You are quick and your notes always make me laugh. No one else could ever keep up with my writing pace, but you always nail it.

A big, heartfelt thanks to Rose from Read By Rose for this amazing proofread. You came in at the last moment and helped me in incredible ways, you’re truly epic and I can’t wait to work with you again.

And of course, to my admin, MJ, for ALWAYS keeping my page running beautifully. I couldn’t do it without you, girly. I love your teasers and your passion, thank you for taking the time out of your life to help this poor girl keep everything running.

And, last but certainly not least, to my loyal readers. To each and every one of you that picks up my books and give me a chance. To the reviews you write, good or bad. To the time you take to make me a better person. You make this real for me; never stop giving such love and passion. You make our journey so amazing.

This novel can be read as a standalone, however, if you’re unfamiliar with the MC Sinners and are intrigued after reading this, you can buy all the books. The titles are as follows.

Hell’s Knights – Book 1 (Cade and Addison’s Story)

Heaven’s Sinners – Book 2 (Spike and Ciara’s Story)

Knights’ Sinner – Book 3 (Jackson and Serenity’s Story)

Enjoy x


Once upon a time . . .

If only all stories began with such a joyful motto. If only dreams really did come true, as the books that brought that sentence to existence said they would. The stories that begin with ‘once upon a time’ are sure to make you happy, to promise that you’ll find your Prince Charming, to ensure that you’ll sail off into the sunset. Reality is different; the stories that come from real life, they don’t begin like that. No, they begin a little something like this . . .


Tears dry on my face and the harsh scratching of my jeans against my cheek reminds me that I’m still on the ground, my head on my knees and my hair tumbling around me, soaking wet. My fingers are trembling, and it doesn’t matter how many times I sit on them, they won’t stop. My mother’s agonized cries echo through the bitter halls, and my father’s pained voice keeps ringing in my ears.

A painful reminder of what I’ve become.

“Not Ava. Not our Ava. She would have told me. She would have opened up to me. Not my baby. She’s been drowning, and I didn’t fuckin’ see.”

His baby.

I was that once. I’m not anymore.

They stopped knowing what kind of girl I was when that night changed everything. They stopped knowing but they didn’t stop believing. And there is a difference, you see. They didn’t see. And now they regret it.

That isn’t what I wanted for them, but I can’t stop the inevitable. I lost the power to stop that when my life was put into the hands of another person, and that person twisted it until it was ugly and broken.

But they still didn’t notice.

Now they’re crying and I can’t bear it. I can’t bear to hear them cry.

Because it means I failed.

As a daughter.

As a person.

As me.



There is a comfort that one hundred rumbling Harley-Davidsons brings to your chest when the sound fills your ears. For me, it’s protection, it’s family, and it’s home. I grew up in the loving and fierce arms of bikers. They were the air I lived and breathed. I was never scared, never alone, and never without someone to cover my back. I wouldn’t have