Mexican Novels & Stories

" An I*******m influencer. An American by the way, I relocated to Mexico city few months back" "Mexico they call it, no one here says Mexico city" the police man giggled. He was a tall muscular figure in the short sleeve police uniform shirt and well fitting trouser. His big droppy mustache has just been trimmed and so had his black bushy hair. "And you?" He asked facing a tall man in a blue expensive suit to back it up. "I'm Stanley Stinnes" he replied

Ajax cut in. "Sorry to disturb your vibrant sex life..." "Shut up Reynolds. You're not sorry. Right now I know you have that stupid smile on your face knowing I'm going to dump the sucker soon enough. Tell me the name of the sucker disturbing your partner." Macey went straight to the point. "Santoz Martinez, Mexican. Recently moved in to Boston. Moustache, likes fat cigarettes, smiles like a squid. That's all I know." Ajax rushed off in one breath. He could hear Macey's nimble fingers tapping away on her keyboard.

Martinez replied, his voice trembling slightly with nerves. Alexander glared down at Martinez, his eyes narrowing in a menacing manner, causing the young man to shrink in fear. "Martinez, how long have you been in Mexico?" Alexander repeated, his tone clearly indicating his anger. "Five months, Sir," Martinez answered, still visibly trembling as he avoided making eye contact with Alexander. "Why were you sent here?" Alexander asked again, his glare directed at Martinez, making the younger man feel as if he was being electrocuted. "You sent me here to acquire land and oversee the construction of the bottled water company you plan to establish in Sonora," Martinez explained, his voice tremblin

I couldn't resist, I've been completely in love since the day his lips touched mine for the first time. [...] My eyes wander around the entire stadium, I see thousands of fans wearing the same red shirt, all shouting at the same time ¡Vamos España! I look for Raúl, but I can't identify him. I don't know his shirt number, everyone on the field is wearing the same color shirt as the crowd, and the other team wears a very intense orange uniform, it makes my eyes strange , they open and close when looking at that color. The stadium is filled with an awful silence, a unique moment, until it explodes in a single sound that comes from the stands:

Gina said, bending slightly, “I’m Auntie Gina.” “I don’t know you so I can't call you Auntie,” Michael said, perfectly polite. “But welcome.” Mex stuck out a hand at grown up height. “I’m Mex,” he said. “Short for… Mex.” He smiled. “This is my brother, Michael. Short for Michael.” Gina blinked, then laughed, “You’re adorable,” she said. Michael looked at me. “We can’t control that,” he said gravely. “It’s genetic.”

He took the shot quickly, and handed the phone back to James, who took a selfie with Sofia, and Chef Guzman, before returning her phone to her. "Now if I may," Chef Guzman cleared his throat and began. "Buenos días, and welcome to our humble establishment. I'm Chef Gonzalo Guzmán, and I'm honored to have you dine with us tonight. Our menu is inspired by the rich tapestry of Mexican flavors, paying homage to tradition while adding our own creative touch. To start, allow me to present the "Agua Fresca de Jamaica", a refreshing hibiscus cooler that captures the vibrant essence of Mexico. Its tart and floral notes will awaken your senses and prepare your palate fo

Nick's pov; I came to a nearby take out restaurant near Elena's place since we're both tired of cleaning the place and didn't cook for lunch. Mi Casa Americana. The only place in Anaheim which has great Mexican food to my taste and which is also close to her place. I ordered the chicken nachos and fries as appetizers. The shrimp salad(shrimp served with crispy lettuce, juicy tomatoes, red cabbage, carrot and cheese), Mexican BBQ chicken salad(Grilled chicken served with same ingredients as Shrimp salad)and ordered a main course as Carne Asada Plate(Marinated steak served with rice, beans, lettuce, jalapeno, onion and juicy tomat

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?”

Reginald smirked. That was a perfect idea! Draco gave a wicked smile. "I'll go with Dominic's idea. We'll send it by tomorrow through Jeremy ". Everyone clapped at the Don's plan. "I need to contact Mr Diego. I have another sweet offer for him. " Draco smiled at his phone. Mr Diego was the name of the Mexican client. He was one of the members of a powerful mafia in Mexico as well. Every member of the City Council arose, bowed to Draco and left , except for Reginald.

Even if it killed them both in the process. *** Far south, in the bustling chaos of Mexico City, the afternoon sun filtered through smog over Calle Juárez in Colonia Roma. The air tasted of exhaust and street food, a combination that was somehow quintessentially Mexico City. Vendors shouted their wares from carts and stalls. Cars honked in an endless symphony of frustration. Pedestrians hurried along sidewalks, dodging puddles from a morning rain that had left the streets steaming.