Mexican の小説・ストーリー

Maria is the only child of Ricardo and Juana Lopez who where farmers in the small village of San Sebastián Bernal. She often joined her parents to work in the farm, but she had bigger dreams which existed outside the small town in Mexico. Maria left Mexico to visit a her friend Emma Pelan who resides in Los Angeles,who she attended college with her with papers , which was supposed to last for just six months. Emma had a job in Orleans restaurant where she helped Maria get a job where she worked as a waitress.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * OAXACA, MEXICO * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ R Y D E R ] I never thought that fish tacos would save my life.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

"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.

"Canada has never been defeated. That's just America's side of the story, just like Mexico always denies the massacre—it's just America's word!" "Mexico... they only admitted it." Colten's gaze was sharp. "After they lost to America, they announced their surrender. They never admitted it because they didn't dare. I looked into it specifically—at that time, Mexico invaded American territory, conducted inhumane live experiments, and didn't spare the elderly, women, or children. They dug a deep pit, and all the massacre victims' bodies were thrown in. It was utterly insane!" Gamal looked up at Colten. "You're my son. Why are you opposing me?"

Six years later Phoenix POV I was squatting in the swamp waiting for the signal. I knew none would come. I could feel the leeches as they attached themselves one by one on my body. I heard low talking in the bush and waited. As the noise got closer, I shifted to maneuver the M16 to get it ready to fire. As I grabbed the rifle, my finger, the trigger finger, couldn’t fit into the trigger as there was a huge leech latched on. I brought it to my mouth, released my canines and bit it off. Just as I got it off, I had just one second to pull my weapon and shoot two shots into my victims. No extra bullets lost, no noise. I crept out of the swamp and crawled over to an embankment, I had to still my

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.

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

Leo suddenly resumed the previous topic. "Well, just so you know, honey... Gretta Juarez or Olivia is a procurer and brothel keeper from the 'La Coahuila' prostitution district in Tijuana, Mexico," Leo sneered sarcastically, "It's an open secret among state officials and I'm sure even government buildings often use her to find young girls to satisfy the lust of those political pigs." On the other side, I saw Owen seemingly give Leo a signal to stop. But Leo smiled defiantly instead.

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.