Mexican Gothic Characters Novels & Stories

Mex got into the middle, pulled my arm around him and snuggled under it like I was a blanket he knew would keep the monsters away. Daniel stood in the doorway, watching us, clenched jaw belying what he might want to say—stay, ask to hold me too—but he didn't. He never did when the twins were like this. Maybe he felt like an outsider to them still. Maybe he still felt that way about me. I brushed Mex's curls from his forehead. "Want me to hum?" He nodded. Michael blinked once. That was yes, too. I wasn't a lullaby kind of mother. But I hummed what I knew from the streets—songs sung by the broken, melodies stitched together with pain and resilience.

“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.

said Salvador emotionless. Romero shrugged his shoulders thoughtlessly. “You are right, I just borrow this name shamelessly.” Salvador glanced at Romero who was joining him on the table. “Can’t I see my sister-in-law?” asked Romero in more challenging way of tone, triggering Salvador to throw the glass he was holding. “Don’t you dare talking about my wife to-be here,” Salvador hissed, looked irritated. “When will you stop playing and messing around out there?” Salvador had heard about Romero who played as grim reaper in Denver and killed young girls and caused much terror in Jaxon Bradwood’s territory

When Porter reported this information to Charlie, Charlie could not help but mutter to himself, “It’s strange. I can understand if they tricked people into going to Mexico so they could help them bring contraband back to the United States from Mexico. However, these people disappeared directly after going to Mexico, which is a bit strange. What value can they gain from tricking these people into going to Mexico?” Porter said, “Mr. Wade, I cannot seem to figure this out either, and I discovered a certain characteristic. The family situations of all the people who disappeared in Mexico are very similar to Brienne’s son. They are the kind of individuals and families that are about to go bankrup

Ajax cut in. "Sorry to disturb your vibrant sex life..." "Shut up Reynolds. You're not sorry. Right now I know you have that stupid smile on your face knowing I'm going to dump the sucker soon enough. Tell me the name of the sucker disturbing your partner." Macey went straight to the point. "Santoz Martinez, Mexican. Recently moved in to Boston. Moustache, likes fat cigarettes, smiles like a squid. That's all I know." Ajax rushed off in one breath. He could hear Macey's nimble fingers tapping away on her keyboard.

The gringo took his seat as his eyes were still locked with mine and I looked away. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. The man I was sold to, Nacho, was the head of some Mexican cartel. He looked in his mid-forties and had long dark hair and some visible tattoos. He looked scary. He walked towards me and started touching my hair with his fingers and leaned closer and was about to kiss me on the lips when I turned and the kiss landed on my cheek. Seeing that, he forced a kiss once more but this time I bit his lips. I didn't want my first kiss to be with a stranger.

But this was important, it has to be done. “Quit pouting. We are just going to coax some Mexicans.” Xander nudged my shoulder gently, and I glared at him. “The same Mexicans who are lunatics?” He had to be kidding. Mexicans were unruly, very crazy. And there was no predicting what they would do at any moment. Those fuckers in cowboy hats really had some loose screws. They came off as peaceful folks, but I knew firsthand what they were capable of. And t was not lovely.

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.

He has to left something out and let her figure everything else by herself. “Grey..” Austin’s nervousness is evident in her awkward laughs and trembling voice. “This is not the right time to joke about that.” “Austin. I know I may sound crazy and all, but you have to believe me. What you thought about them is true. What your instincts tells you, is true Believe me when I say, they do exists.” Grey said. “But they are not as monstrous as you thought them. They just don’t have a choice. They just can’t control their desire and thirst. And they were punished for their greediness.”

Twenty minutes later, inside a very shabby-looking house, Joaquin Santacruz was shivering in the corner after being badly beaten by Rex. “Joaquin, back then, I could tell that you were a coward. I didn’t expect that, even now, when you’ve become the number one drug lord in Mexico, you’re still that p*ssy.” At this time, Sol had walked into the house accompanied by several men. When he saw Joaquin, who was frightened by Rex to the brink of mental collapse, Sol laughed.