Novel & Cerita Audiobook In Spanish

I decide to try it. I head back to Moon’s bedroom, remove the sundress and swimsuit, and put on shorts and a tee after a quick, refreshing shower. There are two comfortable chairs in the corner of the room and I curl up in one and begin to read. I fall asleep while José Arcadio Buendía dreams of Macondo. A soft whisper startles me awake. “Señorita?” My head is fuzzy. “Gabriella, I’m sorry. I fell asleep,” I say.

When she asked him what kind of books he liked, Christian answered slowly. “No matter how many times I get asked that question, the answer is always the same. My favorite book is ‘Meditations on Quixote’ by Jose Ortega y Gasset. Every time I read it, I fall in love with it all over again. You should try it too when you get a chance. I think you might also like ‘I Am Not I’ by Juan Ramon. Lorca’s poems are also very memorable.” This was a night she could never forget.

I asked. Surprisingly and thankfully, he glanced at me. I was worried for a bit that he found the book more interesting than someone in his bedroom. Okay, that came out wrong. I internally winced. "Fernando Santos," he said. I gave him the most disbelieving stare he had ever witnessed. "What?" He raised an eyebrow. "You've never seen a Spanish werewolf?" "Yeah, your accent is highly convincing." The sarcasm that laced my tone was obvious to him.

"I know." He reached up. His arm brushed against my shoulder as he stretched. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off him. He pulled down a book. Handed it to me. "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. It's in Spanish. But there's an English translation on the opposite page." I took the book. Our fingers touched. Electric. I pulled back fast. He noticed. "You're afraid of me," he said. It wasn't a question.

It was so intriguing. Sounds, whispering voices of a language I don't understand clouded my head. It felt magnetic, like it was telling me I'm close, close to something. I don't know but I ended up doing one thing. I grab the book and that's when a memory came to me, a female voice I've never heard before. "mi vida,mi destino,suerte y sabiduría.Me los bendiga se todos para que" (my life, my destiny, fate and wisdom. I bless it all to you) it kept ringing in my ears with the same sound of a bell.

com/book_info/31000006237/Romance/When-you-leave-your-heart-behind "I Belong to you forever" on english https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000017494/Werewolf/I-Belong-to-you-forever "Por Siempre Tuya" en espanol https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000018152/Paranormal/Por-Siempre-Tuya "Cuando dejas tu corazon atras" en espanol. https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000007152/Rom-ntica/Cuando-dejas-tu-corazon-atras

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

“I do audiobooks.” God. Now I was wondering what he sounded like reading those filthy lines out loud. Damn it, Eve. “So,” he said, taking a sip of his cappuccino, “you’re a fan of Lola Noir?” I finally worked up the courage to speak first. “So, you read Lola Noir?” Stupid, Eve. What a stupid question. His lips curved into a slow smile. “I do audiobooks.” God. Now I was wondering what he sounded like reading those filthy lines out loud. Damn it, Eve.