Mexican Novels & Stories

“There is no rush to get married. Let’s wait until Regal Palace returns to Celestial Empire.” “Okay.” *** The following day, inside the conference room of the authorities’ headquarters of Mexico. The chief of the Mexican authorities and Jim were sitting on both sides of the conference table. The atmosphere in the room seemed rather odd and gloomy. Though the official chief of Mexico was in control of the country, this land had long been a mess. The government’s incompetence had made life impossible for the people. All kinds of drug dealers were roaming freely in this land. The authorities had lost their control in many places.

When he sees me he smiles and walks over. -How's it going?- he asks as if we have known each other We've known each other all our lives. I shrug my shoulders. - I'm Axel, and you? -Kara- I answer. -Axel, come on, there are some hot twins and Campbell doesn't want you to come- says the blond entering the kitchen and shouting a little bit because of the music- oh the waitress, I'm Liam. -Kara- I answer without much enthusiasm.

Daley's words struck me, and then he went on, “Mickle thinks Mexico is responsible for the drug epidemic in the United States. He thinks that just building a wall is not going to work, and expanding the war is going to solve the problem.” “What do you mean by expanding the war?” I asked. “It means there could be a war,” Daley said in a heavy voice, “His decision upset Mexican officials, who didn't want a war. So they wanted to negotiate with Mickle, and my business depended on them. So...”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Good afternoon!” “Carina, this is Mr. Pyke Hughes and,” Liv looks at me as if she finds trouble in introducing me as her daughter or as a friend. I wave my hand at her, smiling back. “I’m Camila, Liv’s daughter.” I feel Pyke’s hand squeezing my knee. I can sense my mother freezes on her seat across the table and Levi’s eyes slightly widen. “Nice to meet you, Bella.” “Thank you!” “Do you have orders yet? We have special Burrito, Chili Relleno, and Enchiladas.” The word burrito drawls from her. It sounds good from a Mexican tongue.

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"Did you contact the Mexican Customs officers about my shipment?" Confusion crosses his face. English isn't his strength. "¿Contactaste a los de la aduana de México por lo de mi envío?" He stills. Then nods. Yes. "Bien. Ya ves, ya empezamos con el pie derecho. No perdimos ninguna uña." (You see? We're already off to a good start. No nails lost.) I offer him a smile. The kind that doesn't reach anywhere near warmth. "Ahora la siguiente pregunta. ¿Te pagaron para sabotear mi envío?"

For a moment, he just stops and stares, transfixed. “My god. You’re beautiful,” he says. To my surprise, Helena blushes. I can't help but roll my eyes. “What’s with the accent?” I ask. Uncle Bruno straightens up, adjusting his sombrero with a flourish. “I spent two glorious weeks in San Miguel de Allende, and I’ve come to realize that my spirit belongs to Mexico. I now identify as a Mexican. They have such wonderful food, vibrant music, and pretty women. But none,” he drops to one knee in front of Helena, “comes close to this lovely being before me. I am honored to be in your presence, my lady. Please accept this humble offering as a tribute to your beauty.” H

Her mum asked She scoffed, “pls mum loves overrated. They both laughed “That reminds me, you still remember that you boys gotta go, for that meeting tommorow right?” Elia said “Yeah, we remember,” Dante said “Good, cause only three of you are going.” “What? Why?” Raffaele asked “I need the other three to go handle some business over at Monaco.” “I don’t mind going,” Nico said “I love monaco” Leo quipped. “I’m in,” Adrian added. Each raising their hands. Enzo turned to them, “Shit heads,” but they just laughed.

Each muscle of my body creaked with the movement, like a very old and little used spring. Without realizing it, I ended up holding it with a little more force against the mattress, and it tore itself in my hand, releasing foam. I laughed, and my cellmate looked over his shoulder. How much urine would that bastard have kept in a single night to take so long? "Be careful, hermano," he said, in his foreign accent. I always suspected that Ramirez was Mexican. First, by last name. Then, for his angular face and with traits that could only be Latin. And the bastard didn't help at all by wearing bandanas on his forehead and keeping his hair up to his shoulders attach