D'artagnan Pronunciation Novels & Stories

His thick french accent combined with a crunched nose looked extremely funny to her. "Philipé." Ronan bumped his chest now and Philipé chuckled. "You look exactly the same." He said intently analysing Philipé's face. Anya stood behind them awkwardly like a monkey in a sloth herd. She cursed Ronan under her breath for not having the manners to introduce her but luckily for her, Philipé seemed to notice her.

I took another sip of champagne, letting the effervescence dance across my palate. Giovanni chuckled, the sound like gravel tumbling in a velvet bag. "You still have your American accent, tesoro, even after staying this long in Florence." He pronounced the painter's name with proper French inflexion, all soft consonants and rounded vowels. "It's Vahn Gokh, not Van Go." "Fine!" I laughed, turning to look at him properly. "I'll put it into practice."

I say hesitantly. "Oh?" Another tilt of her proud head, one that has me shifting nervously on my feet. "It's not Ari as in marry. It's Ari as in starry night. Ariella," I repeat the line I have said numerous times in my life. Though it's bothersome, I prefer the pronunciation and make sure people know it.

His words hold a hint of an accent… French maybe? I resist the urge to roll my eyes. It would be so stereotypical. A middle aged, retired ballroom dancer who had come out of retirement after trying to work a typical nine to five and was looking for a way to feel passion again. The cruise line definitely did their research. He eyes her with professionalism, his admiration clear. “Have you done the dance before?” He crosses his arms, studying her form. He pronounces “Dance” as “daaanse.” Maybe he’s Italian and not French?

It was beautiful. "Our Mate is beautiful" I heard Zakara say, "I don't think you can call a man beautiful" I replied back to her. "Well there's always a first," she added as she was about to turn and walk away. She turned and said "Invite him for a run, I would love to meet D'Artagnan" I nodded as she walked to the depths of my mind. Taking a deep breath, "Zakara wants to go for a run with D'Artagnan" I said to Alexandre.

" tu l'aimes. tu l'aimes. Tu l'aimes (You love him)" I watch as he dance around, attracting the attention of the teenagers taking pictures. He went towards them and pose for a picture. I laugh. " Tata loves the prince, tata loves him so much." He tells them. I pretended not to hear him as I drag him back towards the lobby. "Tu l'aimes." I shake my head at his stubbornness. " TATA LOVES THE PRINCE." *

"Maman. He said his name was Maman." "Maman? That name sounds so familiar," a young nobleman frowned in thought. "Maman... Hmm…” Then as if struck by a realization, his eyes widened with shock. Pointing at the corpse, he tried to speak but was unable to get the words out. "What is it? Why are you suddenly speechless?" someone teased, laughing. The young nobleman gulped several times before exclaiming, "He's Maman Sattar!" Someone dismissively replied, "So what?"

Gia Kian’s jaw flopped open, and he froze like that. I thought that I broke him until he blinked and started stammering. I could hear hearty laughter rumbling down the line, and then a male with a strong Cajun accent hollered, “Well, hello there, Mon Chere. I’m liking you already.”

, he answered. Ana stared at him, she raised her index finger, "First of all that word didn't sound as if it had a single letter 'D' in it, so it actually has two is astonishing. And it's said 'signi-vaj-hejs'", she stated, "Why Signidvajdhejs", she asked.

I don't even know what accent she was attempting; all I know is she sounded ridiculous. "What on earth is that accent you're putting on, Ana?" I snapped. She whipped around to look at me "Do not call me that! My name is not Ana, and it's not Anastasia! My name," she continued calmly coming towards me, "is Anastausia. Say it with me, sister, repeat after me," she sat on my bed and said very slowly "Ana-" then looked at me and motioned with her hands for me to repeat. Feeling too tired to fight, I amused her, "Ana-" I responded with some sarcasm. She looked at me sternly and finished "stausia. Ana-Stausia is how it's pronounced. extra emphasis on the U," she informed me. Stunned, the only resp