Mexican Novels & Stories

—That’s Mama. — Hermana! - Repeat Juan, laughing. — Mama. -Carlos speaks, pointing at me, and then points to you. — Papi. — Hermana! - Repeat Juan laughing. — Leave it, Carlos... Juan must have heard Valéria call me that, and now he’s like a parrot. - I say putting Juan in his lap. — You know, when my parents were teaching Valeria to talk, they called themselves Mama and Papi, what do you say we start calling ourselves that?

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

He opened his curtains and looked out of the windows to see him. Toni. It was Saturday and the past two weeks had these two getting closer, bonding over the fact that they were both new to Puebla, Mexico. Toni, from Detroit and Mateo from Miami. He looked down at his black hair with a tint of blonde at the edges. And Toni waved his hands as a smile crept to his lips, Mateo rushed through his door and downstairs, abandoning whatever Mateo was doing in the kitchen as he strolled to the door. Toni was already by it, holding up keys in his hands.

It's been a few days since Alex left, and as much as hate to admit it, I kind of miss him. Mr. Simmons has also been bugging me with the finalization of the selling of my company. It didn't matter to him that I just came from a fucking car accident and couldn't walk. My secretary walked me through all the damages that the company suffered over the past few months and honestly, it was better to start over despite the protests of others. I decided to just get it over with and signed the papers and complete the transfer, not wanting to deal with Simmons anymore.

His voice is deprived from any emotion as if the romance that he’s been put with were all just a show. [Fun Fact: Nuevo León is a state in Mexico. The state of Nuevo León has a gross domestic product per capita (PPP) of $27,000. By 2010, the economy of the state represented approximately 11.4% of the country’s total GDP. Its economy is mainly export oriented and largely based on manufacturing. In line with this, the state has the lowest poverty rate among the Mexican states with a poverty rate of 23.2% in 2012 (Wordatlas, 2021)] “About an hour, Sir.” Briefly, Jacob replied. Long before his eyes landed to Rio. “Should I dress—”

“Here.” I took the cool bottle and sat on a tall stool at their breakfast bar. “Do you think Rei and I could do the same?” She shrugged. “How worried are you about Dario being upset?” “I want to say not at all, but the truth is on a scale from zero to ten, I’m a nine.” Camila pressed her lips together and hummed. “What if you two wed in Mexico?” “Why would we do that?” “Because marriages in Mexico are recognized in the US.” Her green eyes opened wide. “I have an idea but first tell me if this is what you want.”

Unfortunately, I had to head to my biggest club to deal with some things even though I'd love nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with her and make her scream my name all night long. Sighing, I pulled back the gearshift, reversed out of the place and drove back into the road. I dialed Dominic's number and his answer was prompt as ever. “Don.” “What's the situation?” I demanded. “The Mexicans are pissed and have shut down their operations for now to deal with the mess. Trying to talk through them doesn't seem like it'd work at the moment.” Dominic's tone was annoyed just like I knew it would be. My good friend hated anything that disrupted order and

The air was thick with tension as Dino, Luciana, and Tomiwa moved cautiously through the dimly lit alleyways of Mexico City. Alejandro’s betrayal had left them exposed, forcing them into a desperate escape. With every step, the weight of uncertainty pressed down on them. Their enemy was closing in, and they had no idea who to trust.