English Of Kanina Mga Nobela at Kwento

Karina snapped *** Note : *Oji-san : Uncle in Japanase

So this was not normal. “Do you like our wolf mummy?” Kiana’s babyish tinkering voice broke me from my thoughts. “Yes… yes, it was… beautiful. Both of you. I'm, how long have you… since when could you…” “Is mummy okay? Are you okay mummy?” Kanu asked with a little tilt of his head. “Mummy is fine,” I said, assuring him. “Mummy is just confused. How long have you been able to… bring out your wolves?”

Glossary: cupam = whiskey/strong liquor - Femina maior = female elder/female high council member *~~~* Kenzie was growing irritated with the unknown language around her. Viper had been on the same call for at least an hour Kenzie was guessing, and it was all she'd been hearing. It did not help her irritation that she knew they were speaking about her. Or at least they had been. It was like going to get a pedicure and the people doing it spoke another language. As soon as you pulled your shoe off, they started talking frantically, and you just knew they were talking about you. Kenzie didn't like that. If they were going to speak about her the least, they could do was do so in English, have th

“In that case, Rena, meet my best friend Uma. Uma, Rena.” Uma also had hair like Yoké, bushy and upright. He had strong facial features and was much darker than Yoké. His eyebrows were also bushy but did not touch like Yoké's. “Can you also speak English?” I asked Uma. He scratched in his bushy hair and smiled at me shyly and said... “I'm the only one who can speak English in this village. I told you that.” Yoké leaned against the wall of the well and said. “And today you look like a true Toko.”

Nina said with a pout which made Hunter laugh deep out of his throat. “Of course, you’re right, Princess.” “Hunter!” Kane called from where he and Nana sat under the shade of the old oak. Nana had her hair down, covering her neck and shoulders and I could wager a guess that she was already wearing Kane’s mark as well as a lot of hickeys. Kane got up and approached us. Nina ran to him and hugged his legs. He lifted her up and put her on his shoulders. She squealed delighted. “I can see far,” she exclaimed.

Why on earth would Junali even in her weirdest nightmares think of me? Worst of all that came in between us then was the language I had, over the years, fallen in love with – English. Junali, as I had come to know, with her convent schooling background, spoke impeccably good English. You would get a fair idea of how my spoken English was then, if I tell you this small anecdote.

" Wapenzi wasafiri,tunawashukuru kwa kuchangua shirika la ndege la Kenya airways kwa usafiri wenu. Karibuni Kenya." " What language is that?" Ezekiel asked. " That's Swahili. One of the fastest growing languages. Even China has embraced it. It's good to listen and romantic too." Lucia praised. " I didn't hear anything romantic though." Ezekiel casually commented, making Lucia laugh. " You didn't understand a word they said that's Why." Lucia answered. If you get to listen to their music, I bet reggaeton will become your second best." Lucia added with a smile.