Mexican Gothic Audiobook Novels & Stories

As she begins her umpteenth trip from one side of the room to the other, I pull on my magic and fan my fingers out causing her feet to get stuck to the marble floor of the hallway. “¡No mames!” She exclaims nearly toppling forward and assessing her feet. She looks up at me and narrows her eyes then proceeds to throw some very colourful Mexican swear words at me, some I can’t even translate. Something about a donkey? I’ll have to get a translation on that later.

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“Listen Audrey. All of us know I didn’t mean to do it. All of us know I wouldn’t date anybody for their money because I’m not a gold digger, like your mother. She dated my uncle not out of love but out of greed. Your father, your brother and you are the murderers! You ruined my father! You turned him into a selfish monster. Wasn’t it enough what he had went through? He had lost the love of his life and your sick father took the chance to let him ruin my life! I am supposed to achieve my dreams and have a perfect life not to babysit my younger brother! I could’ve went to college and studied instead of working three part time jobs. I should’ve had an awesome father living beside me instead of

Lisa thought she heard the flapping of wings, but after spending the whole day walking, she felt her exhaustion and was soon oblivious of what was happening inside the guest room. Lisa did not know how long she had slept when she heard Celie’s voice as if she were talking to someone. Slowly, Lisa opened her eyes and tried to see through the haze of sleep. She blinked several times before realizing that the room itself was filled with a smoky haze. Then, she heard Celie speaking, but her words were unintelligible. Realizing that something bad could be happening to her cousin, Lisa sat up in bed and looked across the room at her cousin’s bed

God, she felt so good and her passionate cries of "Oye! Oye! Oye, yo quiero tus chorizo!" Made me not want to stop, but we soon found that we didn't have much room on the couch. I got up and pulled her up to me, kissed her deeply for a few minutes, then I reached down and picked her up and carried my Mexican lover to the bedroom.

The minute they crossed the river the Captain struck southeast in a long trot, and in no time the land darkened and they were riding by moonlight, still in a long trot. Since he had never been allowed in Mexico, except once in a while in one of the small villages down the river when they were buying stock legitimately, he didn’t really know what to expect, but he hadn’t expected it to be quite so dark and empty. Pea Eye and Mr. Gus were always talking about how thick the bandits were, and yet the seven of

“Not the part we're going to. Besides, we have Jared, and extra security can be arranged if there's a need for it. No need to worry, Rose.” “Okay,” I said absentmindedly. In the news article my text-to-speech app had read to me, a man and his family had been brutally murdered by cartel members. The thought of being in a place like that left my stomach in knots, but Damien seemed so confident that I eventually got over it. After a flight of a few hours, we landed in Mexico, and as we stepped out of the plane, the queasiness in my stomach returned. It became even worse as we were driving through the noisy, populated city.

I finish. "Maybe he can't hear us, maybe he's hard of hearing or something almost identical," Roman says. Or then again maybe he communicates in a dead language, like old-fashioned Latin, old-fashioned Greek, or Mayan. I glance at him curiously when I hear the rest of his choices. He shrugs when he understands. "Perhaps I'm just reacting to the torment," Justo intercedes practically softly. — Or fear,— Jorge recommends. “Nothing will terrify that thing,” Curator Roman, “just take a look at it.” “It's a mobile corpse,” he comments with a wave of his hand.

“They even promised me that they would overturn my sentence and send me back to Mexico in a few years! That was why I was placed in Brooklyn Prison. At first, they kept their promise and provided me with relatively superior conditions, but I never imagined that they would break their promise so quickly! They hired killers to kill me, and I almost died in their hands!” At this point, Gustavo grasped his chest as if easing a heartache and cried, "Hector! My dear son! You must not fall into the trap of the Americans! If I die, you must do everything you can to avenge me! And you must remember that from now on, we must never work with the Rothschilds in any way! They are nothing but a group of t

Dante I stepped into the dim conference room in that dusty hotel in Mexico City. The air smelled like old cigars and stale coffee. My meeting was supposed to be with a low-level mafia boss named Ramirez. Just he and I with no guns and no men. Ramirez and I go a long way. We had business to settle about shipments and crossing the border without extra fees. I felt tired, but I was ready to wrap things up quickly.