Mexican Gothic Audiobook Novels & Stories

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

Four guards rushed forward with a medical gurney, lifting Jax's bleeding body to carry him inside toward the mansion's infirmary. I stood frozen in the dark, foggy courtyard, my hands covered in Jax's blood. The security alarms continued to wail overhead, but all I could hear was the terrifying echo of Jax's dying words. Valerie is using an illegal dark relic... she's forcing Knox to do what exactly?... A wave of pure horror washed over me, leaving me trembling in the freezing wind. What was Valerie doing to Knox? What kind of dark magic was she using on him? And was there even anything left of the boy I loved, or was Knox already lost to me forever?

I ask nervously, restraining against the ropes again. Deimos doesn’t answer. He just continues to read whatever is written in the book. I stop for a moment to try and decipher what’s on the cover, but the writings on it are strange and misshapen like runes or some ancient language I don’t know about. That makes my anxiety spike up to levels I can’t even fathom. I’m starting to sweat, even though my entire body feels deathly cold. “Please,” I beg, sobbing now. “Please let me go. Please let me go back to where I belong….”

Good thing he hadn’t changed much since high school. I kept my phone on the floor before standing up from the bath. I dried off silently, careful not to wake up the kitten. I wondered what I’d tell Emma and Mia. I was more worried about their opinion than anything else. Will Emma know I’m with her brother just for some money? Will Mia find out that I’m just pretending? Shaking my head, I started my paranormal romance audiobook. It had a reverse harem trope with four vampire lords and one human girl. The plot was thrilling, and it kept me on the edge of my seat. I hummed and applied body lotion.

Rodrigo's POV The following day after the call, I made my way to Mexico. Right now I'm inside my Mercedes-Benz S-Class, moving through the rural roads of Tepito. The landscape outside is grey and waterlogged — cracked concrete, rusted iron gates, the kind of poverty that doesn't ask for your pity. It just exists. All that's on my mind is Javier. Getting those answers out of Javier. And for once, I have a good feeling about this. Because this one — this one has something to lose.

I stared out the window the whole way, pretending the blur of headlights and trees were more interesting than the chasm widening between us with every passing minute. When I finally stepped into the warmth of the Barrett mansion, I felt like my chest had cracked open, exposing all the soft and bruised parts of my heart I had worked so hard to protect. I kicked off my heels and wandered into the lounge, the scent of fresh wood polish and orange blossoms hanging in the air. I flopped onto the velvet chaise, my coat sliding to the floor, my fingers trembling as I pulled out my phone to check my email. There it was. A food piece Nathan had just published: Tasting Dust and Heaven: The Wild Sweetn

Miss Diaz asked with her voice slight above whisper. I gulped remembering the incident at Mexico. It has calmed down but have not stop entirely. I still get the flashes here and there and a glimpse of everything in some sounds and actions. “Uhm,” I began staring down at my palms, “they have calmed down but not gone entirely. Just the flashes here and there.” A hand reached over and grabbed mine. “Okay, that’s really a relief, I should probably go to sleep now in peace.” Was Miss Diaz’s sleep disturbed because of me?

His hoarse voice asked, shaking her core and making her gasp, her mouth became dry as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva in excitement. Her eyes narrowed soulfully as she whispered into the speaker, “What do you want to do to me, Mex…?” “Karina…” He growled in response, his voice thick with something dangerous, something unknown, something dark, but this didn't scare her but somehow made her inside twist in nervousness, her blood pump with excitement, and her pussy wet in the blooming desire she hadn't even realized herself. “Mex…” She whispered back, so soft and sweet, tickling the heart of Mex who was already wild in his imagination. Then she continued, “Tell me, I want to hear you, I want

It was dark and raining when they arrived in Mexico city. The car stopped in front of a bungalow which was painted brown. Emilia pulled him out of the car with his luggage beside him and they both rushed into the building with the rain splashing all over them. Everywhere looked strange to him as they walked into the house. The lights were dim and he couldn't see clearly. The sitting room was small, compared to the one at his Father's mansion. There were three Sofas and a small glass table in the middle of the room. A soft music was playing in the background and the smell of jade perfume filled the room.