روايات وقصص ضمن Don't Tease Me In Spanish

They combine so well together. " You don't!" I tease him. " You weren't saying that the day of the party?" he responds. Ohh no, here we go again with the party. " Party,... What party? I'm not sure what are you talking about right now?" " Still, playing huh?" I lean closer to him, now are noses are touching each other, I place some circling moves around his chest and I feel his heart beating faster. I take a deep breath and say: " Don't hate the game, hate the player, Bebe?" aka in Spanish the pronunciation is different.

I walked closer, stopping in front of them. “Excuse me? Can you direct me to the lobby?” I asked, my voice as polite as it could ever be., It felt like I just cracked a joke because the one in the middle that had a neck tattoo threw his head back and laughed while the other two grinned, still staring at me. "Es una payasa por pensar que vamos a ayudarla… aunque se ve bien.”, he said and they all nodded. (Translation: She's a clown for thinking we're going to help her...she looks good though)

"You never reply to my texts, or calls, or even the reels I send you on I***a." I cocked a brow, holding myself back from laughing. "I***a?" "I*******m," He said pointedly. "Haven't you heard of it?" I shook my head, the corners of my lips pulling into a small smile. "I don't know, Rodriguez. I'm still getting over the jet lag and-" "You don't have jet lag, hijo. You and I know it." He interrupted brusquely. "Come on, do this old man a favour, no?"

I wanted to let the tears flow but I was too mad to breakdown just yet. "Don't you dare blame me for this! I have nothing to do with Rafael being shot! I would never want to see him hurt! So, puedes tomar esa actitud sucia tuya y empujarla por el culo! (You can take that filthy attitude of yours and shove it up your ass!) No me pongas a prueba, puta." (Dont test me, bitch.)

She scowls. “You.” “Me?” She points at herself. “Yeah, if not, you’re already running away from me.” She pouts then beams. “Yeah, why am I still here? You’re an annoyingly hot tease!” I laugh out loud while she’s trying to control her laughter that turns her face red. “You just admitted that I’m a hot tease. An annoyingly hot tease.” She shakes her head. “I need a restroom, you, Alexander Phoenix, King of Cocky.”

She fished out a miniature glass ball from her pocket and whispered to Tom. “Throw this at that black smoke.” Tom nodded, took the little ball, and with all his might, threw it at the black mist. As the ball whisked through the air, Suzanne urgently whispered a small chant. And just as the ball neared the mist, it transformed into a shimmering white net and engulfed the mist. The mist did not struggle. In fact, it looked as if it had given up.

I hiss, venom dripping in my tone. I watch as his jaw tick. "The faster you learn how to behave, the better. I don't wanna have to punish you every day." Punish me? I wish he'd fucking try, so I could kick him in his balls too. The car finally comes to a halt, and the driver utters something in Spanish. Dickweed glances up at the window and sighs. "Ahh, we're home. Ahora eres mío (Now you're mine)."

"Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I now knew that in Joshua's eyes, I was nothing but a clown—a pet he could toy with as he pleased. Well, why should I stick around to be the object of their jokes?

Good thing I knew Spanish. "Todo está bien mamá, no te preocupes (Everything is okay mama, don't worry)" "Llámame en cuanto llegues a su casa. Compruebe su habitación para las cámaras , su padre puede confiar en él, pero es demasiado atractivo para ser inocente (You better call me as soon as you get to his house. Check your room for any cameras, your father may trust him but he's too attractive to be innocent)" My eyes widened at her words, thank god Jason didn't understand Spanish because her voice was loud enough to be heard without speaker.

he snapped and I looked at him like he was insane. “You're scared,” I chuckled and he looked at me with a. Raised eyebrow. “What the fuck did you say?” He asked as he looked at me. “I said you are scared, the great King of the mafia is sacred, scared of being won, you will need to admit it but you listed from the beginning, even tho you would not admit it you lost,” I said and he looked at me like I was insane as I laughed out, my laughter waking the children as they cried for attention.