Mexican Novels & Stories

Malachi admitted, and little Leon waved at me before going back to watching the giant screen. “You came here?” It wasn’t meant to be a question, but it came out this way. “I thought he would like it better here. More distraction, but I can go…” Malachi started, but I shook my head. “It’s fine; he was meant to live here eventually. Both of you, actually.” Why was I making things so fucking awkward? Malachi nodded, “yeah. So how was Mexico?” “Fine. Warm. I don’t know.” I paused, watching the little guy on Malachi’s lap. “Do you want me to try?”

Inez said, resting her head on Mario’s shoulder. "His name sounds foreign?" Mario asked curiously. "Yes, he’s originally from Colombia, South America. I was on X yesterday and saw his post saying he wanted to visit Indonesia, so I messaged him. He’s a nice person, but you’ll have to speak English with him, Mario. Mr. Miguel Juan Diaz only speaks Spanish and English," Inez explained in detail. "Oh, okay. I can speak English, Inez. I used to compete in the Men’s Bodyshape contests, and there were Q&A sessions with the judges in English. During training camps, I also had trainers from outside Indonesia," Mario said.

“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.

Chastity said stoically. “Yes. Chastity, if this is what you really want then I won’t stand in your way. Everyone has to choose his or her course in life. But . . . Mexico? It was going to be hard enough with you in Boston. I looked up where Chiapas was before I came in here. It’s in the southernmost part of Mexico. That’s not a couple of hours in flight time.” Chastity smiled her small and faint signature smile. “Is this your way of saying you’ll miss me?”

As a citizen in Mexico, there is two words you got to fear most. Except and unless you do not value your life any more, oh yeah! ‘THE BLOODS’ is the only two words that causes cold chill to run down Mexican citizens’ spine. They fear the words like any one would fear death and they always try their possible best not to have any thing in common with it. The bloods are the most callous and dangerous association in Mexico, even the government has failed many times to bring them down.

I murmured pulling the trigger. I watched as Recc's head flew back, releasing the girl who screamed in horror, to fall off the pier into the swamp waters. I approached the girl and picked her up to get her out of there, noticing first how Recc's body was eaten by various alligators. "You'll be fine,” I murmured to the girl, "You'll go back to your house." "I was just getting out of school,” she whispered crying, "They took me by force and then I don't remember anything else until now, I'm from Texas."

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.

—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 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.

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. . . . . . . . .