Mexican Romance Novels & Stories

“Come inside.” I dried his hair with a towel while he sat silently at the edge of the couch. The scent of chicken tinola filled the small space—his homemade dinner, spiced exactly how I liked it. I didn’t have to ask. “You’re not afraid this is all for nothing?” I asked quietly, towel still in my hand. Romero looked up at me with an expression I hadn’t seen in years. Devotion. Not the kind forged by obsession or longing—but by choice. “I’m not doing this for a reward, Carmenta,” he said. “I’m doing this because you deserve to see what love looks like without pain in its hands.”

I said, judging. “Miguel, tell your wife to pipe down,” Carmina said. “They've met before,” Miguel explained. “And the age difference isn't so much. This is the first time I'm seeing my sister smitten by someone and I'm enjoying it.” “We talked all night last night,” Gabriella said. “We have so much in common.” “So much and I can't wait to know more about you,” Carmina said in her thick Italian accent. It was strange to me, but Gabriella looked so happy, her eyes lit up when she talked about Carmina, Carmina too couldn't take her eyes off Gabriella.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

Ace kissed her cheek before walking to where his brothers stood. “you look beautiful” he whispered, the moment she stood in front of him. Camila grinned. “you don’t look too bad yourself” she replied earning a small chuckle from him. “we are gathered here to witness the marriage of Roman Romero and Camila Santiago” the priest started. He read all the marriage rites and had the couple repeat after him, he led Camila in her vows but when it was Roman’s turn, he pulled out a paper from his pocket. He’d written special vows.

He heads off to the unknown, kills those who need killing, and comes home to his art. The smells coming from the kitchen bring a smile to my face. Marguerite is cooking Mexican food because she knows it's my favorite. I walk up behind her, place my arms around her ample waist, and press my lips to her neck. "Marry me, Chiquita?" She turns and large welcoming arms wrap me in a deep hug. "Senor can do better than vieja mujer gorda." I shake my head. "No one can cook like you, and there is more of you to wrap my arms around. I can make you scream in ecstasy, mi amorcito bello."

She muttered under her breath, " How did I get to Mexico and why?" She was really confused because the last time she was in Paris and now Mexico? " You don't need to think too much damsel, your knight in shining armor is here to save you" someone spoke and entered the room and she couldn't help but marvel at the man that entered, a handsome Mexican man who had a lot of tattoos covering his body. " Who are you and why am I in Mexico?" She couldn't help but ask.

My heart fluttered. “We’re here,” I whispered. Nathan smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Almost.” Carmen clapped softly. “I can’t believe we made it. Mexico. Our honeymoon.” Lucian squeezed her hand. “You deserve this. Both of you.” As we buckled in, I rested my hand over Nathan’s. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly. He hesitated. Just a second too long. “Yeah,” he said. “I just… I want everything to go perfectly.”

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.