D'artagnan Pronunciation Novels & Stories

His lips parted and he averted his gaze before whispering to Declan, which she barely heard. "Damn, I had no idea Margaux Anson could be this tiger; how did you tame her?" "I can hear you, dumbass!" All eyes are on her, and only shock can be seen on their faces, especially Declan and her father Alfonso, who are the most affected of all those present. "Holy shit! Where did you learn that word, Darl?" He was blown around in his seat by the strong wind, as if his buttocks were on fire from the chili labuyo.

imitating his British accent. "I prefer the word…handsome." He wiggled his eyebrows and gestured his hands to his face. "Au contraire, mon ami." (On the contrary, my friend.) He gasped, holding both of his hands to cover his mouth, "Oh mon Dieu, comme c’est choquant" (Oh my, how shocking), mimicking a girl’s squeaky voice and shocked expression. "Nous sommes amis? Un serviteur ne peut jamais être ami avec la reine." (We’re friends? A servant can never be friends with the queen.)

Brandon trails off to look at her nametag, "Anaïs. Merci beaucoup." The smile she rewards him shows that he got the pronunciation right and I repeat the name over and over again in my head without voicing it out. Ma has taught me the importance of pronouncing a person's name correctly and I feel bad for not getting hers right away. Unlike Brandon, I don't have the thick, rich accent to make it sound right.

Natalia glanced at him and nodded, noticing that the burning look in his eyes was replaced with an apologetic one. "It's okay. I'm sorry too." She muttered. "Hey." He cuddled her warmly. She leaned into him. "It's my fault for getting carried away. Excusez moi, mademoiselle.'' He kissed her hair. Natalia chuckled. "You speak French?" "I'm French, silly." He sniffed her lavender scented hair addictively. ''My parents are French aristocratics." She rested her head on his chest and wondered. "Argent is the French word for silver, right?"

She was asking questions in her mind to understand what he meant before she burst out laughing. "Ohlala! Yes! I know what you mean. Is he five years old? Which translates to a-t-il cinq ans?" Magnus ran the fingers of one hand over his lips. "You know what I mean? Where did that fucking -t- come from?" "From nowhere," Bianca immediately replied, placing many small kisses on the Alpha's arm. "What the fuck?" "Out of nowhere, mon Coeur. Let's just say that -t- is to make the connection, so it's easier to pronounce," she replied with a shrug.

he looked at me expecting that I finish up by saying my name, highlighting how I wanted my name pronounced “Diana” “--Diana” He added and paused as the young men and ladies said and did nothing but keep their head bent, their hands on their stomach, the other behind their backs and ears listening. The way he said my name... it sounded heavy like the name of some rich princess from a respected and loving home.

Ralyne - Ray-leen Rania - Ray-nia (had a hard time (and I still do,) deciding if I wanted Rah-nia or Ray-nia.) I call her both though, so you choose. Lyon - Lee-yon (usually it's pronounced like "Lion" but I wanted something like Léon that isn't Spanish.) Aimee - Ay-mee Tiberius -Tye-bay-rius (just the normal biblical way.) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah