Novelas y relatos de Mexican Word Of The Day

“There is no rush to get married. Let’s wait until Regal Palace returns to Celestial Empire.” “Okay.” *** The following day, inside the conference room of the authorities’ headquarters of Mexico. The chief of the Mexican authorities and Jim were sitting on both sides of the conference table. The atmosphere in the room seemed rather odd and gloomy. Though the official chief of Mexico was in control of the country, this land had long been a mess. The government’s incompetence had made life impossible for the people. All kinds of drug dealers were roaming freely in this land. The authorities had lost their control in many places.

the waiter beamed, handing each of us a menu. "¡Gracias!" I said and she nodded before leaving. Interesting! I thought as I stared at the different Mexican dishes and for some odd reasons, they all seemed familiar and my eyes landed on a name and they remained there and suddenly, a deep voice rang over my head. "Discada is my favorite" I shut my eyes at the familiar voice echoing my head, I listened and heard my voice as well. "Tell me more, doctor" Doctor, what doctor, I didn't know any doctor?

I thought, for a 21 year old, he sure was smart and knew what he was talking about. "Reagan, what is the Spanish term for death?" he asked. He was eyeing me like a drill sergeant. It was Saturday. I didn't know why he opted for us to have language studies where we should be lounging by the pool or something. But instead, we were congregating at the library. Having a class. I groaned. What was that again? Muerta? Muerde? Moody? I groaned again. Moody wasn't even a Spanish word.

Erica remarked. “They need a room, that's what!” He chuckled, “What’s that word you use, ko-kochen..o’s?!” He tried saying. “Cochinos, tonto!” Erica yelled. (Cochinos is nasty in Spanish slang, it can also mean dirty. Silly or dummy for tonto.) Leaving us both in our world, “I have to go to class, baby. I’ll see you in an hour and a half. Wait for me outside my class, okay.” I said, with our foreheads touching.

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.

We finally found her) ✨BTW, Xoco is Nahuatl for little sister. And no, I'm not fluent in Nahuatl, but I'm learning a little.😭✨ I gulped down, looking at Hunter for a second with tears in my eyes, and then looked at her with my heart beating rapidly. I couldn't help feeling my body shaking from so many emotions surging through my veins. "How are you, Luna? It's a pleasure to meet you." I say, doing a curtsy. She reaches out to me, cupping my face.

Didn't the other Yin Yang Master say, "This is impossible to happen" Why did their guns start to fade? And then there were those shabby soldiers from the United States over there, why did they... The Mexican officer's eyes widened in disbelief, "No way, this can't be happening!" He said "Spanish". Amelia replied in Spanish, "Nothing is impossible. Not only did you lose when you were alive, but after you died, the United States economy crushed Mexico. Just so you know, I'm not going to let you rest in peace. I want you to watch from underground as history never forgives invaders. That's how the United States slowly crushed Mexico."

[good night or perhaps good morning] "Buenos diaz. I’m happy for you two." I replied. Mary whispered to herself, "I need to learn Spanish." "No, mi amor. It’s fine." Diego said. "I will teach you the importante words." "No, you will only teach me love words or dirty words," Mary laughed. "Eso es verdad, [It’s true.] Diego said. "Well, anyway, I’m going upstairs. Maybe I’ll see you at breakfast, Diego?" I said, quickly running up the stairs to my bed. All I wanted was to sleep. It has been a long night.

I did feel bad for pushing him. He wasn’t answering, he was just looking at me. “I’m a fast learner. I won’t take much of your time. Just an hour every day, that’s all I’m asking. And, I know some already. Yo una hombre” I give him a cheeky smile. “Soy una mujer.” He corrected. “Sorry?” “Hombre is man. Mujer is woman. You are a woman. So, you say, soy una mujer,” he clarified, sighing in defeat.

I force a smile on her as I say. “Buenos días, mi amor. Bienvenido a México.” I grin. This is going to be fun.