Mexican Romance Novels & Stories

Jacqueline advised curtly, but inside her, the anger was raising. As Jacqueline turned her head sharply away, she realized the limo was already coming to a halt outside the hugely imposing dwelling that was the Martinez del Río family home in Ciudad de México. “Mi cielo, you’re no longer a single woman… You are my wife.” She breathed in so deep she honestly thought her lungs might burst. But the deep breathing helped her to emerge from the car, climb the steps with a fixed smile on her lips for the benefit of the hovering housekeeper and head straight for the stairs.

look. With her hand locked with his, they both walked to the chairs. Stewart gently pulled out a chair for her, and he placed a kiss on the nape of her neck as she sat. He went to settle into his seat too. At almost the same time, a waiter appeared with two glasses of white wine and a plate of warm, freshly baked bolillos. Soft jazz floated from a small speaker in the corner, blending with the hum of the city below. The light across the city made it even more beautiful at night. Stewart finally knew the reason she was obsessed with Mexico. It was indeed an essential location for couples.

I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. Mama pulled me into a hug. She looked past me. “Whose car is that?” Mama asked. “My husbands’ car.” “Husband mi hija. Your only twenty-one and you are married. Did you marry some gringo Americano? Is he a drug dealer? Some stupid Americano has soiled my daughter.” “Mama, I didn’t marry an Americano. I married a Mexicano. And he’s nothing like Don Ricardo.” Mama stared into the car to see who was in it.

I stroke his sweat-filled face as he lays his head on my chest, having lost his strength as a result of his climax. "I love you too, Darling, always and forever." I manage to say while slowly stroking his face before we both fall asleep. As we wake the next day, we take our bath and get ready for our journey to Mexico, I walk into Rayge room and take him into my arms while Gloria takes his things into the car and Rogue takes ours. Thank goodness this trip was set for the weekend, this way neither of us has to worry about work and we can focus on the goal at hand. I've never been to Mexico before and this is an opportunity to see the country my husband and love of my life grew up in.

Lorenzo’s POV I organize my luggage, eagerly anticipating the moment I can surprise Elena. Having spent four days in Mexico, I have missed my beloved immensely, and I long to see her, to embrace her, and to feel her warmth against me. We have already completed the engagement and all related arrangements. I find myself weary of my time in Mexico, particularly in Elena's absence, prompting my decision to return to Los Angeles ahead of schedule. I am determined to surprise her; I am confident she will be taken aback. Although she pretends not to enjoy surprises, I am aware of her true feelings, as evidenced by the smile that lights up her face whenever I catch her off guard.

The business in Colombia had been a total success, Maria De La Cruz, continued to keep out of justice, and to tell the truth the power felt quite good to the Mexican. On the part of Emiliano Romero, love sprouted between them, they never left each other's side for a second, that is to say, where Maria was, Emiliano was, they were inseparable, although the important business was always handled by the Mexican.

She said and I laughed. "Yeah you were right, we also made a deal to take the winner to any country of their choice so I guess I owe you a trip to any country in the world but you still haven't given me an answer." I said and she stood up, moved closer to me and kissed my forehead. "Is that enough for an answer?" She asked and I chuckled. "Definitely" I said. "I love you Alex, I really do." She said. "I love you too Jasmine, a lot." I replied and she smiled.

Mia bit her lower lip hard and swallowed the remaining words If she was to be watching this movie alone, or with Marisa, then she wouldn’t have had any problem with it. But with Aaron… Marisa wasn’t lying when she said it’s a romantic movie. Not just romantic, but quiet erotic too Two people were busily engaged in love making. Kissing and doing all sort of things Mia clutched onto the foam tightly and did everything possible not to meet Aaron’s eyes even by mistake till that scene vanish from the Tv.

She really needed a hug. “He’s a filthy bastard. It’s alright.” “Mmhmm…” She nodded. “A racist bastard.” He assured and she nodded while he placed a kiss on her head. “I love you very much.” “Yo también te amo” she said in Spanish, a teasing smile crawled up her lips. He held her tighter and they chuckled. “Come on, let’s go pack up. We’re going to Mexico.” She was all cherry again. Ace shook his head at how easily she could switch from a bad mood to a cherry one.

Ana furrowed her brow, knowing that Levi could speak Spanish, but she remembered that her late father-in-law had Spanish heritage. “Maximiliano, This is Ana Mystica,” Martin introduced Maximiliano, who smiled in return. “Hello? I’m not good at English, but I can tell you that you are the most beautiful of all the women here,” Maximiliano said with a smile as he kissed Ana's hand, which Martin brushed off, causing Maximiliano and Ana to laugh together. “My friend, I don’t like girls,” Maximiliano said. Martin nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah! Lo sé, Rio también está aquí. (I know, Rio is here too.)”