Novel & Cerita Mexican Gothic Audiobook

I saw him mad before but this, this is a whole new level of anger. “Would you look at that, all that rage. “ a mischievous smile pulls on Gustav’s face. “How can you love a monster like that, did he tell you about Mexico? About the drugs, the women? How much do you really know about him?” Gustav ask gazing into my soul, every word he speaks is like a stab to my heart. “DON’T!” Lorenzo roars as he tries to reach for me, but one guy pulls a gun and pushes it to my head.

“I’d better get back to the other room before I’m missed. I don’t want to insult them…” “‘Them…’?” Diego quirked an amused dark eyebrow. “All those terrifying Mexican people next door?” “It might seem funny to you, but I don’t speak the language and the ones that speak English can’t seem to understand my English and keep on asking me to repeat things… It’s a total nightmare!” Jacqueline heard herself confiding, desperately grateful just to find someone who could follow what she was saying. “I’ll go back there and tell them off immediately. How dare they frighten you into hiding in the billiard-room?” Diego teased her trying to make her smile and calm her down.

"The words that made it. And the words that can unmake it." The figure rushed at him, smoke spreading like wings. "You wouldn't dare…" Miguel opened the book and started reading. The language was old, guttural, wrong. Each word felt like it was cutting the air open. The figure screamed, a sound that shouldn't exist. It made Catalina's bones feel like water. The smoke started collapsing in on itself. Lucien dropped to the ground, gasping for air. But the walls kept bleeding. The floor cracked wider. The ceiling groaned like it was about to fall.

Don sat by the window of their room — a room on the fifth floor, overlooking the Zócalo, the cathedral visible to the left, the Templo Mayor ruins visible to the right, the flag in the center of the square being lowered for the evening. "I will write the Mexico City piece from the position of someone who has been enclosed by accumulation," Don said. "Not from the position of someone who is visiting the accumulation. From the position of someone who lives inside an accumulation. The estate is my accumulation. The ten years are my accumulation. The book is my accumulation. I will write about Mexico City from inside my own accumulation, looking at another accumulation. The two accumulations wil

He whispered and immediately pulled away. Amelia quivered at the sound of his low and fruity voice. She turned away in embarrassment. What was she thinking? Bringing her lips forward like that. “There, we're good to go.” He then looked at Amelia. “Enjoy the ride.” *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Hours later they arrived in Mexico. Amelia was the first to rush out. She massaged her neck, feeling jet-lagged. “Feels good to be back.” She moaned as she stretched, her bones breaking.

Or so they thought. I swallowed hard and spoke in Spanish, my voice shaking. “Oye… eres mexicano, ¿verdad? Por favor, no nos hagas daño.” The man turned, surprised after hearing me speak. “Half,” he replied. “Mexican-American.” “So am I,” I said, my heart hammering painfully in my chest. “Please let us go. I swear I can pay you more as long as you release us—” “Doesn’t matter, señora. Our loyalty stays with whoever pays first.” He cut me off with a dry chuckle. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ve only been told to kill one person.”

Hi, I am going to write the next chapter in Diego’s pov and because he’s Spanish, his inner monologue and the exchanges between him and his wolf are Spanish too. However, I don’t speak a word of Spanish and I don’t want you to have to g****e translate the entire inner monologue. So instead I’ll write the whole thing in English and you can imagine it with a thick Spanish accent. In my mind, Diego looks like a young Antonio Banderas or like Diego Luna ( I know he’s Mexican, but still).

If all went according to plan, he could be on the ground in Mexico city by nightfall. Heading back to Aurora’s room, he began to pick through it, looking for anything that could point him in what part of Mexico she planned to hide in. That city was huge but chances were high she and Gianna would stick to the English-speaking parts as they got their bearings. “You’re really going through with this?” Romero asked from behind him, voice sharp. Dominic didn’t look up as he opened the top drawer of her dresser and looked around. “Do I look like I’m fucking around?”

She tightly closed her eyes shut, waiting for the storm. But the storm didn’t come. Instead, a low sound rumbled from Ramón. A sound she didn’t expect. A sound that made her eyes snap open. He was laughing. Not a cruel laugh, not a mocking laugh. It was a low, dangerous, almost admiring laugh. It was like the sound of a predator who had just found a very interesting toy. “You recorded the two of the most venomous men in Mexico,” he said, his voice still laced with that unsettling amusement, “with a waiter’s phone?”

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”