Mexican Novels & Stories

KATTYS POV I stared at the girl in front of me, from the looks of it she was a human "You moved recently?" I asked raising an eyebrow, Mexico was a town full for werewolves every single person who lived in Mexico were wolves or rather those who attended the school they are all wolves and it seemed like she has no idea whatsoever about it "so what brought you here?, i mean this town?" I rose an eyebrow " well dad gets transferred every year due to his work so he was transferred to Mexico"

or maybe it's how spicy it is. “Qué rica comida!” Bryan says cheerfully as the waiter clears our table. “What was that?” I ask staring at him inquisitively. He laughs, “In Mexico, food is described favorably as rico which means rich, so after a meal you can drop a compliment by saying: Qué rica comida, Which would mean: What a rich food.” “Uhhhh... damn, these cultures.” I say, laughing and unaware of what he just explained. ******** We immediately leave the restaurant and Bryan drives me to the apartment complex.

She wants to have as many children as possible. “They’re so cute, aren’t they?” Caterina looked left and right; there was only one adult man there. She stared in confusion. “Did you just talk to me?” Caterina asked to make sure. The man turned and smiled widely. “I don’t think you’re Australian. Your accent and facial features are a bit different.” “Ah, yes. I just came from Mexico.” “Mexico? Wow, no wonder you look so sexy. I like Latina women. Can you speak Spanish?”

Ever since he had known her Sia never missed a chance to impress him and make him fall in love with her every second "Enchiladas, tostadas you name it all...granny used to make guacamole for my chips and I loved them," she remarked and logan nodded with a smile and added more shrink on her plate and both chatted while having their hot meal in a cozy quiet restaurant that Sia suggested and he lived been away from the noise and just have some peace with the woman he loved "I think I never had a chance to eat any Mexican food despite being one" he was born in Canada but both his parents were Mexican

NO ONE! MISTY DELOS REYES, JUST GOT REJECTED BY THIS JERK. HECK! Her looks were sharp and is almost furious with anger. She saw the man just entering the bathroom so she hurried to stop him. "WHAT THE HELL!" Aleja cursed in shock when someone stopped her from taking a pee.

Third person point of view: “You are not going to call him to your side, Diego.” Luna Claudia snapped at her son, knowing that he was going to call the one man that she did not want him working with. The one person who she saw as a threat to him since he was born. The main reason why she believed that her eldest died.

Xander cocked an eyebrow at the man as they made their way out of the police station. “At the Deputy District Attorney to be precise.” Miguel smirked. “That explains a lot actually.” Xander chuckled. “Hey, Selena said she had big news but she never got to tell me what it was.” Serenity asked out of the blue, suddenly remembering her friend’s words after the service today. “I’ve been offered a position as District Attorney in Los Angeles.’ He smiled. Miguel was actually a US citizen, he chose to move to Mexico for work after his brother was killed and his killer was never brought to justice.

The Del Valle family, are powerful multimillionaires, who run practically all of Mexico, many fear them, others not so much, but nevertheless decide to get out of their way to stay out of their way, they have no weak enemies as they tend to disappear mysteriously. Over time they managed to create more alternate routes for their dark business and it was becoming a bit dangerous if someone, for some reason, got in their way, but this news will take time to reach Maria la Mexicana's knowledge.

I want to know where he's taking me, but I don't dare ask for fear he might come to his senses and tell me to get out. I know enough about the layout of this town that we are getting close to Dad's neighborhood. We passed the road that would lead us to his house and continue on about two miles. We pull into a gravel lot where an older building stands. Painted on the front of the building were the words Super Mercado and the name Rodriguez underneath, but smaller, all written in a fancy font. Many of the signs are in Spanish, with pictures, selling tamales, tacos, carne asada, pozole. The beer signs are mostly ones I don't know, imported probably, but I do see Modelo and Dos Equis, Corona. I

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"