Ii Taco Novels & Stories

The power went out and it opened. "I'll go first." I said. I went out first and looked around. Lots of people pass by here. There were also many lined up at the bank opposite our school. There are also people who look at me and murmur. "Let's go. It's safe." I said. They went out one by one. They were immediately amazed around. Especially prince Neo who immediately approached the person who’s selling taho (Taho is a Philippine snak food made of fresh soft/silken tofu, arnibal and sago pearl. This staple comfort food is a signature and taho peddlers can be found all over the country)

But he just smiled—that maddening smile that made me question my sanity—and led me toward the exit. The cool night air hit me as we stepped outside, but the heat of his hand in mine didn’t fade. Instead of heading back to the sports car, Marco walked me down a side street, away from the neon lights and luxury. We stopped in front of a beat-up food cart with a sign that read Tío’s Tacos. The smell of grilled meat and cilantro filled the air, and an older man behind the counter greeted Marco like an old friend. “Seriously?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “The great Marco Vallardi eats street tacos?”

I admitted. “I will have to take you to the best taco place in the city.” She grinned. “It's this little hole in the wall off Timberelm Square that's owned by an American. It's the only place I've found that makes a decent taco. Took me months to find it. We'll sneak out and eat enough for three college guys.” My mouth watered. I'd barely eaten anything for dinner tonight so that I would fit comfortably into my dress. I'd been too nervous to eat much anyway, but a taco sounded amazing. And the fact that she'd found a taco place here in Paradisa was great.

What he had not anticipated was Bobby Sullivan walking into the room. Doña Rosa arrived at the Plantation house carrying a large basket lined with cloth, the unmistakable smell of tortillas recién hechas trailing behind her. Inside were her famous tacos de picadillo—potato and minced beef simmered with herbs—alongside a smaller bundle of chicharrón con yuca, meant for sharing, for comfort, for easing nerves. She greeted Bobby and asked if Bobby might come along with her today. Just as a friend. For company. For emotional support.

His date wasn't bad looking either, but Gemma was- well, she was Gemma. The tacos were made with hard shells made of purple tortillas but had white soft-shell tortillas around them, and each one had either a different meat or vegan protein and accompanying toppings. "Mmm, I'm starting with this one," Gemma said, immediately taking the standard ground beef taco and crunching into it, trying to catch the spillage in her other hand. "Mmmmm- fuh dis i' goo'!" she groaned. You picked up the next one in a line, a chicken taco with a spicy kick coming off of it, but Gemma put her hand on yours to stop you. "Mm-mm, I wan' tha' one 'oo," she said, still chewing.

Albert curled his lips and said, “Tsk, tsk... based on the current flow of things, Master Wade seems to be planning to fly away tonight. I thought that he wanted us to come over to Mexico to do something. By the way, he also said that he would eat Mexican tacos. I quite like eating that dish, but the tacos in our country do not seem to be very authentic. For food, you have to eat it at the place where it originated from so that you can experience its real authentic taste.” Isaac smiled and said, “Don’t worry about eating tacos. I’ll make the arrangements after I’m done handling the matters arranged by the young master!” After that, Isaac reminded him, “But you have to be careful in places su

, Nico muttered to himself and became relieved as the havoc and breaking noises stopped disturbing his peace and quiet and came Rylie skipping excitedly. “Ok guys, so-”, She started excitedly before freezing in her steps as her gaze landed on Nico who sat there on the counter eating her special tacos with extra chicken, spices, and cheese loaded with hot sauce and jalapenos. Her fist clenched, jaw dropped, and eyes twitched repeatedly. Is this bitch trying to pick a fight? Does he really want to die early? Has he chosen death? She thought as a cold smile made its way on her face before she whacked Nico on his back making him choke and cough.

,she was to sweet. "yes we are escorting you both with alpha",she nodded and they talked to her about what taco soup was. "it is basically taco meat with either corn or without corn. You put in kidney beans and black beans in it and taci seasoning it's topped with lettuce , cheese, sour cream and tortilla chips either in it or on the side. It is hearty and fills you up I can make it tomorrow you will love it",they nodded till alpha cleared his throat it was time to go.

El Tiempo tacos are messy, and I try not to salivate. He waits for me to pick up a taco before taking his first bite. Watching him eat shouldn’t be so sexy. When he closes his eyes and chews, I swear I have a small orgasm. I take my first bite of my taco and then have another. This time I close my eyes; when I open them after swallowing, Moon is fixated on my mouth. I lick my lips and watch his eyes go from ocean blue to sizzling hot subterranean blue.