Mexican Novels & Stories

This is the first time she was yelling at me, which made the situation ten times worser, as I began to panic again. “Mexico city, as fun as it might seem is a very dangerous place” “I-I don’t know,” my voice cracked, tears were beginning to run down my checks. I felt so embarrassed. It didn’t help the fact that I was having a rush of emotions. “I just got lost, I wanted to check on the fire dancers, like the other night, I just got lost and I got so scared, i-“

I turn to the Mexican guy, ignoring Enzo's mutterings of a crazy woman. I wince at the up-close picture I got of his face. "I'm sorry man but they fucked you up," I told him in Spanish as I sat down. "Fuck you," he spat, not appreciating my honesty. I put up my hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm not here because I want to be. I'm just like you... just not tied up and less bloody, I guess." He scoffed, "No you're not. You're a disgrace to all Mexicans, working for this evil Gringo."

“I know how my men eat.” The various flavors mixed well, and the sauce had the perfect amount of spice. Delicious, thought James. Esmeralda swallowed and addressed him. “Do you like Mexican food, James?” “Yes, ma’am. I’m from New Mexico actually,” he told her. “Really? What part?” “Albuquerque originally,” James said, before adding, “but kinda all over.” She gasped. “I’m from Albuquerque too. I get the chile shipped from the Bueno company.”

"I live here. And who are you?" "My name is Abra. I came to see Mariano." She answered. Well, she didn't seem as bitchy as she looked. A bra had come to see Mariano. "Yes, I know its a funny name." She confessed. "Its Italian." I stifled a laugh. "I don't know where he is." I said. "Meela said he's gone to get more ice cream. Since when does he like ice cream?" She must be really close to Mariano to be on first name basis with Meela and Linda.

I'm gonna be back in Mexico tomorrow and my return is gonna be hot. Sasha Lee should better watch out. Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

I didn’t speak any Spanish language though Miguel had already taught us so he said that I should stay close to him. Mexico was an amazing country. People were working hard and they seemed to be having fun because of the smiles plastered on their faces. The street looked colorful, and the bright sun that shone above illuminated the street. As I roamed my eyes further, my gaze landed at Miguel who flicked his eyes away when I caught him staring at me. A smile crept across my face as he cleared his throat awkwardly. He leaned back against his chair, plastering a stoic face again, and crossed his arms above his chest.

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 got up and pulled out my phone, switching it back on. While it booted, I considered my dinner options. I could order Chinese or pizza but it was lonely tonight. I needed something to remind me of myself. The me before all these so I searched for a Mexican restaurant, El Libre Loco. Chiles en nogada sounded fantastic so I ordered. My food was forty minutes away, so I opted for a quick nap before it came.

It was good to be home, even for a little bit. The ride home from the airport was nice, my mom and I chatted about New York and what was new down here. We stopped at my favorite restaurant, El Casa de Ramierez. It was a privately owned authentic Mexican restaurant, owned by Diego Ramierez, and passed down for two generations. The food was amazing.

Willy said out loud verbally. . . . . . In another part of the New York city a Mexican shop owner of a very diminutive stature was about to call it a day and close his shop, it was already past 5pm: The Mexican's name was Moe—but, he realized that there were still a few customers loitering about within the shop, checking staff on the shelves— it was just the two heavily built males, He'll wait: They were his customers, after the two men had left he will close shop, and call it a day.