Mexican Gothic Review Novels & Stories

"Canada has never been defeated. That's just America's side of the story, just like Mexico always denies the massacre—it's just America's word!" "Mexico... they only admitted it." Colten's gaze was sharp. "After they lost to America, they announced their surrender. They never admitted it because they didn't dare. I looked into it specifically—at that time, Mexico invaded American territory, conducted inhumane live experiments, and didn't spare the elderly, women, or children. They dug a deep pit, and all the massacre victims' bodies were thrown in. It was utterly insane!" Gamal looked up at Colten. "You're my son. Why are you opposing me?"

CATALINA Okay. I know I said I'd build my walls even higher….but how could I do that when he's doing all these sweet things for me? The way he looks at me and touches me. Maybe I should bring my walls down a bit? Watch how things go…. I had this fear that things would go back to the way they were once we went back to Mexico. If they did, I'll have to accept my fate and keep the memories of this place buried in my heart.

Back to Dante and Julie Dante and Jullie stepped out of the taxi into the heart of Mexico City, the vibrant energy of the place a stark contrast to the grim task they were about to undertake. The air was filled with the sounds of street vendors, the scent of tacos al pastor, and the distant melody of a mariachi band. They walked toward a small, unassuming cafe, its faded awning a splash of red against the beige walls. Inside, the scent of fresh coffee and pastries hung in the air, a comforting aroma that did little to ease their nerves.

CHAPTER 4 Later that evening, El Casa Cuatro is full of rigor, one of the renown club around Mexico. Men loitered. The cheers of both sexes on vigour as they lost sanely –room confined by the smell of alcohol, smoke and sex. Sweaty bodies grind uncaring. Strangers who initiate intimacy in spite of unbeknownst circumstances. People on that place were driving themselves to ruin, but it makes them free. Cluttered disarray in a crude display to what excites them.