Mexican Novels & Stories

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

“Someone wants me back in México. They’ve decided to fuck up my plans, maybe to make me look incompetent so mi padre would call me home. In case that didn’t work, their plan B is to take away my ability to stay in the States.” “Me,” I said, my voice hoarse.

I took her hand and walked us to her bed where I sat her next to me without letting go of her hand. “Today we’re going back to the States” I began to say “We will arrive to Brazil and there we will give the alert of your appearance, so everything will be easier with your arrival and the paperwork will be expedited quicker because you’re a foreigner.” "Okay...” She murmured not knowing what to say. "Then we’ll go to America,” I said swallowing hard, "And you will meet your grandfather." “What?” she murmured, separating from me, "But why? No! I’ll stay, I stay here! I'm not going with that man! He hates me, Alex. No!”

2:00pm Abuja, Nigeria. "I'm tired." Mehr whined through the phone. She was talking to Afnaan. "Just two hours fah," Afnaan whined back. "We all know that that is impossible," Mehr reasoned out "Puulease vesfrennn(please best friend)." Afnaan whined. "Lemme ask Maa then," Mehr said standing up from the bed to the door "I wurv you vesfrennn." Afnaan said grinning from ear to ear "But if she said no, then it's no." Mehr said sternly.

I grimaced from the sourness as they all cheered right after I took a drink. “I brought a bunch of tequilas if you all wanted more,” Miguel said, shifting from his seat and glancing at the crate filled with tequila bottles. “Miguel actually went all the way to his country just to bring us those,” Emma joked as we all laughed. “Má has a lot of tequilas at home,” Miguel defended himself. “But, you’re right. These are from Mexico.” While they engaged themselves in a conversation, Danny went beside me so I scooted over until my left thigh almost crossed atop of Amanda’s. He settled beside me, spreading his arm on the chair, and stared at me.

I mumble, grabbing my bag and heading out. The terminal is bustling, and the tropical air that filters in from the exit feels sticky and warm. I collect my luggage and start dragging it again, the squeaky wheels echoing against the tiled floor. “Here we go,” I mutter to myself. My plan may be crazy, but it’s all I’ve got. ****

Miguel Romero was a young lawyer living in the Mexican capital. He attended an American college, but after finishing school and apprenticeships, he returned to his native country. Miguel was a fairly tall and slender man with broad shoulders, a dark complexion, black eyes and slightly curly hair of the same color. The features of his face were very masculine and looked like carved out of stone, and he had a little bit of facial hair.

Cassi added motioning to Jason and I and I smiled doing as told. "What did he want?" I asked pulling out of the parking spot referring to the coach. "They need new equipment," Cassi replied "They treat us like we're cash cows," Jason mumbled "But you are cash cows," Trinity reasoned making us laugh. "Well take care of it when we get to the mall today," I told him driving out of the parking lot. . . . . . . . .

"I'm so sorry I made you worry, baby. I swear, I won't let that happen again" "You know you shouldn't do things like that again. They leave me thinking the most scary thoughts" "I won't, baby. I promise" "Better" "So how was your stay in Mexico?" "Well, it wasn't bad. I enjoyed every bit of my time there. I got to taste some of their food and trust me when I say it's delicious, especially their Tacos, Burritos and Enchiladas. I got to see some places like the Riviera Maya, Puerto Vallarta and Ixtapa Beach. I visited the National Anthropology Museum and the great pyramid of Cholula as well. I also got a surprise for you"

The only time I was on a plane was probably years back when I saved up alot of money to go on a school trip which was where I met Max. Max Salazar is Mexican and speaks three different languages, he speaks English,Spanish and a little bit of french although I'm guessing he's already speaking a little bit of Korean since his never dying crush on the Korean boy band - BTS is huge. But that field trip that year was one of the best things that happened to me. I was lost in the city of Mexico, I can't remember the name of the particular town we went to but I got lost and I couldn't communicate with the locals there, Max helped me through that and I knew I found my