When I Was Puerto Rican Audiobook Novels & Stories

I let out a debauched laugh that came from deep within me, causing him to look at me more intensely. — I don't behave like a poor girl, I am one, dear. — I replied, proudly. — Fucking dick. — I completed in Portuguese. I watched with pleasure as his expression became confused and disgusted, for he couldn't understand a single word of my native language and still picked on me when I pronounced something. In fact, Lorenzo thought that Spanish was spoken in Brazil. In fact, I had insisted too much on this broken relationship in the last months. However, after delighting myself with a lunch prepared by the fairy hands of Mrs. Lucy, I would put an end to what should have been over by now.

“I once worked for a drug lord for a few months. I quit a week after I saw him use this technique to make a man run mad.” “How did you end up working for a drug lord?” I chuckled. “I was dead broke and desperate. In my defense, I didn’t know who he was until I saw him use this technique on someone.” “And he let you quit?” “He hated the fact that I couldn’t speak Spanish so when the first Spanish woman walked in looking for a job, I was all too happy to quit and never come back.” ***

On hot humid nights in the deepest of summers he’d sit next to me on this same old porch, enjoying the breeze and telling me all kinds of stories about that place. I am not an educated man, I don’t know much about geography and history of places. All I’ve ever known are the borders of my home village, how to ride horses and how to take care of the hacienda. Pedro taught me that, preparing me for the day I was supposed to take over. But he also taught me about the world, about his birth place with its ancient history and its blue mountains and endless beaches. His stories made me dream of seeing it all one day. One day when I will actually be free, because I’ve never been free here. I was too

I said in confusion and he smiled “That's because I'm mixed I'm half Korean and half New York” “Ohh okay” I nodded in understanding “Actually I was never poor,” He said making my eyes widened “I..I….I…don't understand what you're saying “Mi amor promise you won't hate me after this” “Can I hear your reasons first”

Or was this his way of saying goodbye? “How’d you even get here?” Bruno asked, half-chewing a bite of pão de queijo, crumbs clinging to his lips. I paused, my fingers tightening around the mug in my hands. “I... I don’t know,” I admitted before I could stop myself. “I just... woke up. In a beach house. Alone.” “Alone?” my mãe echoed, her eyes turned sharp around the edges. I nodded slowly, gaze drifting back to the window where the breeze was nudging the curtain, where sunlight spilled onto the tile floor like nothing was wrong.

Derrick never knew when to play and when to joke; he was always joking with everything including his love life. " Really, should I pick up the phone and call Sophie that her man is slutting around with other women" Audrey threatened picking up his phone to call Sophie when Derrick pushed it down ,giving a signal that if he does it he was going to be dead meat by the end of the day. Audrey immediately dropped his phone and stayed calm when another thought popped into his head. " Do you know the person who invited me for this game is a Mexican and he reminds me so much of Nanny Maria, the way she talks, his looks, his way of mannerism I don't know maybe they are all Latinos so I expect them to

* The night went by so fast that i was left, on the side of my bed, my eyes half opened as i stared at the windows, i was leaving for Mexico today. I was leaving Miami. And i was left with these slow flashbacks of coming here with Alejandro and my mother and how i was going back to my father. “Are you okay?” Wu asked, coming in. I had spent the night at hers, with my bags already at the door. “Did i tell you Alejandro died coming here?” I said, randomly off one of the thoughts. “ICE fucking had me detained for months” I snorted as she sat on the bed. “We helped bring a psychopathic murderer down and a terrifying druglord” I burst into laughter and slowly she did too. “The bomb?”

“I lived with my parents in Hialeah and took two buses every day to get to work. I saved every penny I could, and I closed on my first building the day after I got my construction management degree from FIU.” I loved the way he talked, the occasional rolled r, the way every Spanish word -- even street names -- got the perfect Castilian pronunciation. He was almost unbelievably handsome: dark curly hair, with one stray lock that dropped over his forehead; cinnamon skin, deep green eyes, and lips that were so full and luscious I longed to kiss them again. “And when did you know you were gay?” I took a sip from my glass of Chilean chardonnay. He laughed. “You get to the point, don’t you?”

And we are prepared to help them to the extent of our ability in accordance with the Cairo declaration. We express our solidarity with the people of Puerto Rico and their great leader, Pedro Albizu Campos, who, in another act of hypocrisy, has been set free at the age of seventy-two, almost unable to speak, paralyzed, after spending a lifetime in jail. Albizu Campos is a symbol of the as yet unfree but indomitable Latin America. Years and years of prison, almost unbearable pressures in jail, mental torture, solitude, total isolation from his people and his family, the insolence of the conqueror and its lackeys in the land of his birth--nothing broke his will. The delegation of Cuba, on behal

A perfect creation made by both of us. I grabbed her hand helping her up off the ground and she placed little Roberto in his stroller and we continued. Antigua was paradise. Every day we were surrounded by beauty and at night we would watch the sunset from our patio.I had been given enough money in the three briefcases to start our life together, no one had any clue we were still alive and my enemies had given up on their threats to my family once Angelo Junior got involved. Her brother was becoming a feared man in the business. Pedro and he worked on some loose ends and Pedro said I would have loved working with him as he also used Renaissance medieval forms of punishment. I had to smirk a