Df Mexico Novels & Stories

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.

"Perhaps you should try a whiskey neat instead." "I'm telling you," Dolf insisted, leaning forward and sloshing his drink everywhere. "Mexico is the most beautiful country on earth. You'll see when you go there." "False," Lemuel countered, shaking his head so vigorously that Jenny felt a little nauseous just watching him. "Hawaii is the most beautiful place." He turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "I'll take you there, Georgina. Want to come on vacation with me?"

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?”

"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?"

Texas borders Mexico and so, he planned to find a way to smuggle himself into Mexico after arriving in Texas. Finley had been selling people for many years and he had a strong network of connections in Canada, the United States, and Mexico. Now, he did not dare to return to Canada and he could no longer stay in the United States. Thus, his only option was to go to Mexico first.

Bryan finally muttered. “What?” Bryan turned his head to the side. “It’s Daniella.” “And please don’t ask. I don’t have the answers you’re looking for.” James held up both hands in surrender and zipped his lips dramatically, mouthing, Lips sealed. ********** Mexico It was Día de los Muertos, and the streets of Puebla were alive with celebration. Captain Smith walked alone, his gaze caught by a hauntingly beautiful artwork on display behind a shop. The painted skull bore a sorrowful expression, one that oddly mirrored the heaviness he’d been carrying since morning.

Wednesday. FBI Holding Facility. Austin, Texas. EVAN WAS GLAD TO see that pasta wasn't on the menu again. He could appreciate that a good lasagna checked all the boxes for what they needed in the field, but it got monotonous after days of eating one variation after another of the same dish. The Tex Mex was a welcome change. Had Felecia ever had it before? Well, good Tex Mex.

Thursday. DDM Inc., Ju醨ez, Mexico. ARTURO LOBO SQUINTED AT the computer screen, his mind shuffling the numbers into imaginary columns. He couldn't risk creating his own file or even writing the quantities down without the Asclepius Health systems recording his every keystroke then there were the cameras in each office.

Aimee reread the list of place names she found in Austin's locker. Last night without anyone knowing she was desperate to go to the locker room to pry Austin's locker. And after she rummaged through the contents, she found a paper with the names of places on it. The first name written on it was The Wyn, then she also found regional names that felt foreign to her ears. “San Jose, Phoenix, San Antonio, Dallas and Houston. Are all these areas related to the mafia?” Aimee muttered suspiciously.

Phoenix could tell Gael was trying to place who this chick was. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” “Yes silly, I’m Miranda, Amy’s friend. We went to the Cayman islands on vacay two years ago. I remember you two were M.I.A. most of the time though.” Gael cleared his throat. “Umm okay, this is my mate Phoenix.” Phoenix was amused at this bitch trying to snub her and Gael’s obvious discomfort. “Oh, that’s Phoenix? Hmmm, I can see why Amy kept you close. Well, be sure to tell Amy I said hello, and we’ll get together soon.”