Mexico Novels & Stories

"Hi. Is Attorney Fulgar here?" "Who are you, ma'am? Do you have an appointment?" "Please tell him it's Alexa Escobar," she said. The people outside glanced at her. Who wouldn’t recognize an Escobar? They could walk around without bodyguards trailing behind them. Their area wasn’t as dangerous as others. Even Chinese businessmen could stroll through the towns without security. The maid quickly went inside, and when she returned, she immediately opened the gate for Alexa. She entered with Jumbo, her companion.

Cassi added motioning to Jason and I and I smiled doing as told. "What did he want?" I asked pulling out of the parking spot referring to the coach. "They need new equipment," Cassi replied "They treat us like we're cash cows," Jason mumbled "But you are cash cows," Trinity reasoned making us laugh. "Well take care of it when we get to the mall today," I told him driving out of the parking lot. . . . . . . . .

Alana MADRID Capital of Spain. Where I grew up and lived. Return, disembark at Barajas airport to the sound of Mardy Boom by the Monkeys in my player, it brings me a feeling of homesickness, I remember the good times I had in this beautiful city, full of colors and flavors. I look around me, and I see people, some celebrating their arrival, others saying goodbye, and it reminds me of the day I left, and went to live in Brazil. At that moment, I really thought leaving was the solution, but it wasn't.

The air was thick with tension as Dino, Luciana, and Tomiwa moved cautiously through the dimly lit alleyways of Mexico City. Alejandro’s betrayal had left them exposed, forcing them into a desperate escape. With every step, the weight of uncertainty pressed down on them. Their enemy was closing in, and they had no idea who to trust.

SILVER LAKE PACK In less than a week, it would be two years since Sirius took Celeste to the recruiting station before she went off to bootcamp. Now, he was making plans to go to the Nohoch Mul Pack in the Yucatan peninsula of Mexico. The last time he had been in Mexico, it had been to retrieve his sister’s body.

“What kind of place do traitors run to, Damian? Somewhere far, somewhere untraceable… somewhere we wouldn’t dare look.” “Could be anywhere, Dona,” he mused. “Africa. Asia. The Middle East. Depends on who’s helping them.” “No.” She stopped pacing, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “There’s one place that fits.” He hesitated. “You mean Mexico? Or maybe an Arab country?” Her eyes lit up with sharp excitement. “Mexico.” She smiled to herself. “Jeez, Damian… sometimes I forget how clever you are. Start there.”

"Perhaps you should try a whiskey neat instead." "I'm telling you," Dolf insisted, leaning forward and sloshing his drink everywhere. "Mexico is the most beautiful country on earth. You'll see when you go there." "False," Lemuel countered, shaking his head so vigorously that Jenny felt a little nauseous just watching him. "Hawaii is the most beautiful place." He turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "I'll take you there, Georgina. Want to come on vacation with me?"

Maya asked. "An hour and a half to the crossing," Dominic said. "Then we're clear from the cops." "Mexico isn't our home," Maya said. "It is now, or maybe for now till everything is over," Dominic said. Maya leaned towards the window with the windows down and her head tuck out a little the to receive fresh air, to disconnect from all this, from the chaos going on in her life. About living in an entirely new country with no money and no plan. About never seeing her family again. About spending her whole life watching her back and before she knew she was fast asleep.

I took her hand and walked us to her bed where I sat her next to me without letting go of her hand. “Today we’re going back to the States” I began to say “We will arrive to Brazil and there we will give the alert of your appearance, so everything will be easier with your arrival and the paperwork will be expedited quicker because you’re a foreigner.” "Okay...” She murmured not knowing what to say. "Then we’ll go to America,” I said swallowing hard, "And you will meet your grandfather." “What?” she murmured, separating from me, "But why? No! I’ll stay, I stay here! I'm not going with that man! He hates me, Alex. No!”

Why is he so unconcerned with my Omega status? None of that matters, though, because my first priority is getting somewhere safe. Now that we’re in Mexico, I feel like I can breathe a little easier. Wolf shifter packs typically respect national borders, and since I’m in a different country, it’s much less likely that the Flagstaff pack will be coming after me. Not to mention the fact that Mexico is absolutely gorgeous. Nash says that we’re in an area called Baja, which appears to be made up of adorable beach towns and crystal blue shorelines.