Mexican Novels & Stories

" Yes. Well Papa has many clothes. It's there in his wardrobe. If you want some, Ma will surely give them to you " Maximo nodded gently at this. He headed towards the door but then suddenly stop to say this. " Don't have any lustful thought about me Arlene. Can we be siblings? That's the best I could offer you. I'm sorry about this evening. I was carried away by my emotions, that's all " Maximo walks out to meet Ma'am Eda without waiting for the lady's words. He is the Italian Mafia Boss but now a simple man who lives in the heart of Texas.

“If it’s about what to pack, just pack whatever. You won’t be wearing your clothes there anyway.” His words made my cheeks flush instantly. “Excuse me? What do you mean by that?” “Get your mind out of the gutters.” He said, chuckling. “Mexico is like a vacation spot. You won’t need thick clothes—just light, skimpy things. Preferably short dresses, bikinis, cropped hoodies. If you’re missing anything, I’ll give you my card to buy what you need. So pack light.” I could feel the heat rising to my face as I stammered, “How do you know all this?”

“Are you an American citizen?” “Yes, sir.” “So you consider yourself a Mexican-American?” “No, sir. I consider myself to be an American! Where else could a girl with a baby out of wedlock rise so far in such a short time? Unfortunately, not in Mexico nor anywhere else to my knowledge.” “Let’s not talk about who you were, Miss Sanchez,” Don Alfredo said. “Let’s talk about who you are. First, my grandson tells me that you will be graduating from UCLA in June, summa cum laude. Is that correct?”

I force a smile on her as I say. “Buenos días, mi amor. Bienvenido a México.” I grin. This is going to be fun.

I squealed happily, "I have been to Mexico so many times. They know how to throw good festivals," Dashiell didn't say anything until a minute later. "What do you like about Mexico?" He asked. I almost jumped in my seat at the sudden question. "The food, the music, the towns, and this bracelet which was given to me by a boy who I met there. Your middle name is engraved on the bracelet, so I guess it may be one of your relatives who gave it to me," I added, hoping to get more information from him, but he said nothing.

La Paz, Mexico Haider sat behind his desk, calmly sipping on a glass of scotch as he reviewed the financial reports of his various businesses. He was the epitome of power and control, with the whole of Mexico at his fingertips. He was a white collar Mafia, the kind that operated behind the scenes, pulling the strings and making deals that others could only dream of.

– she woke up from her thoughts. “You, ok? Why are you not eating?” – Elif asked politely “I’ll do…” – she replied “If you’re tired then I can show you your room….you can have rest... there” – Alejandro added “No….I’m fine…Relax guys” – Ceyda said to everyone “Elif you should taste this one….This is enmolada.....one of the famous cuisines of Mexico…the yummiest and my favorite.” – Alejandro said to Elif She tasted the dish excitingly and everyone could judge by her expressions that she was enjoying eating it.

The grave realm must have been built from inspiration from Mexico. Cassidy’s uncle runs a Mexican branch of the family business over there and she was always jealous of her cousin who got to embrace the way Mexicans honour the dead. Her uncle would often laugh how his own daughter preferred the more traditional relaxing ways that Cassidy’s parents use but knowing Cassidy preferred the ways of Mexico.

He moved his head back and smiles his words out, "Nah, it's okay? I knew you might be busy" If only he knew with what ( that's my head talking) "Miss boma, I have a surprise for you?". ( Added his words) "What kind of surprise?". I donned a curious look. "You will see" Brandon answered and smiled his way outside. I wonder what surprise he has for me, I said and walked out to see guys of guitar-playing men, who airs out a particular love song to me, in Mexico, they're called, Mariachis.

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√