Novelas y relatos de Df Mexico

" You are right about that. Although when you hear the word Mexico,all you think about is drug trafficking,it is still a major tourist attraction site. Art and culture are deeply rooted in the city, not forgetting that if you want the Best reggaeton music, then Mexico City will be your best choice. " Is that why your first stop was this City?" Lucia asked the obvious. Ezekiel was fond of reggaeton music. That was something you could never miss in his phone. Everytime be drove,he would connect his phone with the car system and play songs by his favourite reggaeton band, CNC O.

I asked, accepting his help to exit the car. "What do you mean? We're at a high-class bar, the biggest one in the city," he replied. "City?" I muttered. "Where are we? What city is this?" I asked. He appeared momentarily confused. "We're in Mexico. This is Mexico City, and my name is—" I interrupted him, placing my hand on his lips. "You don't need to tell me your name," I murmured. I didn't want to know his name, as I didn't want to start caring about him.

I scream, clutching my head with both hands, falling off the bed. I can’t breathe. Can’t move. Can’t think. Just pain. Aubrey’s in front of me, saying something, trying to touch me. But I can’t understand her. Her voice is warped. Like sound underwater. The world goes white. I can’t hear anything—but I can see. A bustling city. Warm, bright. People in light clothes. Old buildings with colorful banners like the ones in Mexico. I see a restaurant on the corner: La Mesa. Tables sit outside in the sun. A man walks out to clean them. My heart pounds as soon as I see him.

Chastity said stoically. “Yes. Chastity, if this is what you really want then I won’t stand in your way. Everyone has to choose his or her course in life. But . . . Mexico? It was going to be hard enough with you in Boston. I looked up where Chiapas was before I came in here. It’s in the southernmost part of Mexico. That’s not a couple of hours in flight time.” Chastity smiled her small and faint signature smile. “Is this your way of saying you’ll miss me?”

Back to Dante and Julie Dante and Jullie stepped out of the taxi into the heart of Mexico City, the vibrant energy of the place a stark contrast to the grim task they were about to undertake. The air was filled with the sounds of street vendors, the scent of tacos al pastor, and the distant melody of a mariachi band. They walked toward a small, unassuming cafe, its faded awning a splash of red against the beige walls. Inside, the scent of fresh coffee and pastries hung in the air, a comforting aroma that did little to ease their nerves.

Maya asked. "An hour and a half to the crossing," Dominic said. "Then we're clear from the cops." "Mexico isn't our home," Maya said. "It is now, or maybe for now till everything is over," Dominic said. Maya leaned towards the window with the windows down and her head tuck out a little the to receive fresh air, to disconnect from all this, from the chaos going on in her life. About living in an entirely new country with no money and no plan. About never seeing her family again. About spending her whole life watching her back and before she knew she was fast asleep.

Moon Gods I love my pack. "Shh Alexa all will be fine," Brendon cooed rocking me back and forth like a child, "at least you now know your mate isn't a waffle." My tears now stopped leaving me with hiccups I look up to my cousin giving him a weak smile before whispering, "he is better. He is a waffle covered in syrup and smells like one too."

It took ten minutes and three calls to pull up the flight logs. His stomach turned to lead when he saw it: two tickets, two female passengers, destination: Mexico City with a population of over nine million. Departed over four hours ago. Dominic’s hand clenched so hard around the printout that it tore. She was gone. He’d never find her again in a city that large. For the first time in a very, very long time, Dominic Guerrero didn’t have a plan.

Miguel Romero was a young lawyer living in the Mexican capital. He attended an American college, but after finishing school and apprenticeships, he returned to his native country. Miguel was a fairly tall and slender man with broad shoulders, a dark complexion, black eyes and slightly curly hair of the same color. The features of his face were very masculine and looked like carved out of stone, and he had a little bit of facial hair.

"Canada has never been defeated. That's just America's side of the story, just like Mexico always denies the massacre—it's just America's word!" "Mexico... they only admitted it." Colten's gaze was sharp. "After they lost to America, they announced their surrender. They never admitted it because they didn't dare. I looked into it specifically—at that time, Mexico invaded American territory, conducted inhumane live experiments, and didn't spare the elderly, women, or children. They dug a deep pit, and all the massacre victims' bodies were thrown in. It was utterly insane!" Gamal looked up at Colten. "You're my son. Why are you opposing me?"