Mexican Gothic Audiobook Novels & Stories

Nero growls as his movements become rougher. He lets go of my legs and hovers over me, pounding inside me like a desperate man, but I don't care. I'm nothing but a moaning mess, clinging to him for my dear life. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as the sensations become more intense and my voice louder than ever.

she added with a touch of sarcasm as she walked purposefully toward the bathroom. * * * Marissa ambled through the expansive hacienda, lost in her thoughts, when suddenly, Juan on a sleek black Mexican horse, adorned with a distinct white mark on its forehead, obstructed her path. "Trust me," Juan's voice resonated, his hands reaching out to her. Marissa paused for a moment, struck by the intensity in his gaze. She felt his sincerity and hesitated briefly before taking his warm hand as he helped her onto the beautiful horse. Together, they rode off.

“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 nodded and replied, “We promise, Aunt Susan.” Adult Lisa saw her young self and Celie fade before her eyes along with her younger aunt. She had not felt totally at home in the adobe house, especially during her first few weeks. She would awaken almost every night screaming and reaching out to figures that simply vanished in the air before she could recognize who they were.

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

I looked at Amelia’s face then I cupped her cheeks in my hands. “We have three options; It is either I end up dead in a ditch or behind bars for a murder I did not commit, or we go back to Mexico today! What will be your pick, Amelia?” She looked extremely confused, and her eyes had lots of questions, but she nodded her head and hit the driver's shoulders. “Please, drive faster, Gusto” ***************** ONE MONTH LATER (LUNA) LENA’s POV “It is time to go, Madam” “I will be right there, Marina”

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

HE KEEPS WATCHING CHAPTER 83 [ And so he keeps his eyes wide like a hawk as they were trained across to her, never leaving ever actions as he dwelled, and pry…] To where it all starts, the street of Mexico unlike before ceased with noise. The door locked, each house that laid side-by-side have its lights on, if not off to repel the darkness, which looms. Or perhaps, a precaution not to feel entrapped as a victim of the killer who was terrorizing the road. It’s been months to whereas they had lived in terror. The fear they are filled with intensifies with the news uprooting, the death of the missing doctor, who had been set up inflamed. It was traumatizing. The sight of her burning body left

"I hate you so much." "Good," Knox rasps, his pace increasing, turning my insides to liquid fire. "Hate me while you come for me. Hate me while you realize you will never belong to anyone else." He's over-stimulating me. He's pushing me toward a cliff I'm not ready for. My breath is coming in ragged hitches, my seed leaking onto the floor as I reach my breaking point. I'm moaning his name—not as a plea, but as a prayer—as I come