Ferret In Spanish Novels & Stories

She is our property] Romero looked at them calm and confident he knew they were rattled and he knew he had them where he wanted them so he smiled, ‘"Perdi sempre la tua 'proprietà'? Mi sembra un po' negligente’ [Do you always lose your ‘property’? That seems a bit careless to me] ‘Non l'abbiamo persa, la piccola cagna disobbediente è scappata’ [We did not lose her, the disobedient little bitch ran away]

He was close, much too close for comfort and I could feel all the nerve endings in my body reacting to his nearness… the thrill of the danger radiating from every movement of his body. “How do you know I am not from around here?” I shot at him. “Nobody is from around here, Gatita” He drawled, flexing an arm. Gatita was Spanish for kitten, I thought. I did not know much Spanish but I knew that at least. “Kitten?” I inquired. He smiled, just one tilt of his wicked lips. “You know your Spanish… I am impressed” He murmured. “Where are you from, Agosti and what are you doing in Las Vegas?” I challenged.

His eyes were brilliant sapphire, almost startlingly so. She recognized him from Juliet’s description. This had to be Isai, her lifemate and one of Fero’s brethren from the monastery. He came straight to Fero’s side and reached out. Fero’s arms abandoned her for one moment, reaching toward Isai, clasping forearms in the way of the Ancient warrior greeting. “Sívad olen wäkeva, hän ku piwtä,” Isai greeted. May your heart stay strong, hunter, Elizabeth interpreted. Fero was her lifemate. His heart was very strong. She called him kont o sívanak—strong heart— for a reason.

And at least we had fun with Mommy and Daddy then. I was still driving and searching the Ferrer family home. Every corner I pass, I look at its pathways. I felt dizzy because it's too big for me to get lost in the detours. The amount is as much as the guard's instruction, so I forgot. Just the last thing he said was 'Mi Amore Palazo' But I don’t see anything like that. Hacienda Palazzo, Te Amo Palazzo, Palazzo’s Del Mundo, and Prima’s Hugada. That's what I have seen.

Her eyes became watery. “Ugh! If only he knew how much she was worth. He is such a jerk! After everything he did he gets mad at her for sleeping with one guy!? P*ndejo! I really, really hate him right now.” She began to cry for her friends. (Pe*dejo can mean several things in this case mother f*cker)

Small, dangerous, but hers. The next day, rumors swirled through the fortress. Gabriel’s men had intercepted the rat on the southern border. Ferrero’s council laughed at their rival’s desperation, but Elena knew the truth: her message was in their hands now. Ferrero summoned her again, pride glowing in his gaze. “Word spreads already. They call you la vipera—the viper. They fear you.” Elena forced a smile, but inside, she was screaming. Fear was power here, but she was teetering on a blade’s edge. If Ferrero ever suspected she was feeding intel, her life would be worth less than the scar she carried.

I reached out a hand and ran my fingers through soft fur. "I wish you could tell me your name", I said. "You're so beautiful." The large wolf rumbled a purr and stepped backwards, drawing a large paw through the dirt. It took me a second to realize he was spelling out his name. I didn't know wolves could do that. Call on the intelligence of their human and successfully utilize it. I went over to his side to get a look at the name and he stepped to the side, waiting patiently. "Luxe", I said. "That's a beautiful name."

Her sweet smile and graceful movement instantly lift the tension. "Fera Luzares." "What a pleasant name, sounds like Pera a Tagalog(Filipino Language) word that means money. " The landlady spoke. "And how old are you?" ”Sixteen,” ”Such a fine young lady-” she was cut off by Fera's loud yawn. “Your sleepy and tired, I presume." "Pardon me." "No worries, here's your key. But never forget to drop your ID next time, alright?"

I drove us home from the airstrip and Alvaro kept his hand on my leg the entire time. He was on the phone with someone and every time he'd raise his voice I'd feel his grip tighten slightly. He was worse on the plane. I had to put on my headphones and go sit in the room. He was a person whose basic vocabulary and his go-to proverbial was fuck and then when the word fuck wasn't getting his point across. He'd say puta which I learned was bitch in Spanish.

Pero means but. Hush. I thought for a moment, more back to when Elsa would bilingually mutter under her breath. "Pedidos?" She turned from the filing cabinet, smiling. "Exacto! Pedidos. You're getting better, chica! Now, let me see.. Ah, sí! Los pedidos de mantenimiento... Ah, here they are!" That was exacto the way I'd learnt the words for orders and maintenance. She pulled out a folder for me and held it out smiling.