Fog In Spanish Novels & Stories

The tattoo is barely revealed because he's almost lying on his back and though the tattoo on his ribcage is on full display I pull closer to read what it says, but I get a slap in the face as I realise it isn't in English, but rather in Spanish. "Si vas pasando por una tormenta, sigue caminando." I shouldn't say I'm surprised, but Rogue does that to me almost every time. He's full of surprises. When you think you have him figured out, he throws a shade and you are left looking stupid for ever thinking you can get close to figuring him out.

A fairytale-like experience. He frowned and stared at me. He squinted his eyes, observing me. Darn! I think he found out that I was staring into his eyes. I feel like a creepy stalker, fantasizing about his beautiful amber eyes. Shoot. I don't have time to admire. "¿a que estas mirando? (what are you staring at?)" he said while looking at me with a frown. What? What? What kind of language is that? Are we still even on the same page?

rest to spend the night there. “I've heard… in this area… if we come on the way down a light fog… then we have to cancel the trip…” said Reggy, he is in a smaller tree beside Rhodia. He rested his head on the biggest branch. "Nonsense. In the forest… fog is normal… why believe in such nonsense?" "Black fog... that means all the inhabitants of that place don't want you to walk on its land." Reggy continued.

"Justin, you—" She had just begun to speak when Justin, his eyes bloodshot, hammered his fist into the wall with a deafening bang. The loud noise silenced her. Startled, Claudia trembled as she shrank back into the corner. She stared at Justin with a terrified gaze. "Claudia Reed, is this what you meant when you said you 'didn't forget me' while you were abroad?"

It was a look that was so terrifying that she immediately corrected herself. “Ah, I suppose it’s not possible.” Cleo seemed upset by how much she was pandering to his mood. Just when it looked like he was going to manufacture a punishment, she produced a get-out-of-jail-for-free card. It was a plane ticket bound for Vinland. Cleo's anger deflated in an instant and was replaced with general confusion. “What is the meaning of this?” Though she was afraid to meet Cleo’s eyes, she proceeded with the explanation she had recited many times over.

making me wonder if I should accept this coldness that was suddenly surrounding me. It hurt, something hurt as I felt the fog push me down, something that prevented me from reaching forward; reaching towards the man before.. the man who had appeared in my dreams. I pushed myself against the cold, allowing the fog's coldness to embrace me further, "We are forbidden.." My lips had spoken the words, but my voice sounded foreign in my ears, like someone else had spoken them for me. My mind was left in a dizzy haze after the fog began its effects. The deep black floorboards took my attention, as I started to feel vulnerable and lost as the fog slowly consumed me, but it helped me to keep away fro