Books Like Mexican Gothic Novels & Stories

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

Maxon said, looking at me. At that moment, I panicked and raised my hands that were in blue flames, "Maxon, what am I." **************************************************************** Author's Note: I am very grateful to you for giving my book a chance, please leave your comments on what you think of the story and what you think of the characters' decisions, don't forget to leave your raiting (the little stars) for my book. Available on Spanish at "Por Siempre Tuya" en espanol https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000018152/Paranormal/Por-Siempre-Tuya

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

But surely a man as rich as him would have a book or two? And he did. A whole room full. And in a room that was free of his scent. I ran my finger along the spines of the books, scanning for something to read. Sure enough, they were all in Spanish but there was also a Spanish-English dictionary and that combined with my pre-existing Latin and Italian knowledge, I was able to sit down and slowly decipher a Latino thriller. Although continually having to pause and refer to the dictionary which somewhat destroyed the suspense, I found myself getting completely engrossed in the book. I also considered how much I hoped Andrea hadn't read it. The main character was a serial killer with some fairly

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

Finally, she decided to explore the study that Rydell and Melania had provided for her. The shelf to the right of the door was filled with books of all subjects. There were reference books, fantasy books, science fiction books, and even romance books. She looked at the titles and noticed that some of the authors were unfamiliar to her. She picked out one of those books and looked at the publisher and saw that it was printed here in this village. There were authors right here in this village, this made her happy. She had always liked to write little stories, nothing big, just stories that she used to tell the pups back home. She took the book and sat at the desk and started reading. The stor

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

“And how is Magnus?” “He is as well as can be expected. Looking forward to seeing you. We will have dinner with him this evening.” I nodded as he led me inside to the great room. The interior did not disappoint. Everything was an open layout. The decor and lighting were moody with black and gold accents. Black was my best color, so naturally I was a fan. I looked around the kitchen that led into what seemed to be a common area. Walking down the halls, I noticed a library with a huge selection of books, and I imagined myself enjoying some quiet time there. As we continued to walk down the long halls, I noticed aside from the vampires that had accompanied us on our trip, I had yet to see anyon

The very statement was enough for Alice to lose her breath. Scorpion were the most dangerous gang of Mexico. They are feared by all. There root are also spread in Italy and many other countries…. “Y-you must be joking?! Leonardo!! Tell me you are joking!” “I am sorry Alice…” Leonardo said in utter shame. “Oh God! Oh God! I can’t believe you Leonardo!! You have kept me in so much dark!! Why in hell were you crying?!” Alice asked worriedly feeling that their was more to this news…. “Alice..they will kill me soon! I am so scared Alice!! They will not leave me alive!!”

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.