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She knew its probably a horrible idea, but the Prince was drawn away somewhere unexpectedly, so indeed, he’d be gone long enough for her to peek inside quickly. She took a chance and flipped it open as she made herself comfortable on the chair. The first few pages were just notes about innocuous things, atleast she hoped cause they were written in French. She also found some poems in the very same language as she skimmed through those. Next to some of the little writing illustrations started to appear, then later there were some whole pages dedicated to tiny poems. The next time she flipped the page, Celina was stunned. Mon cherie (smile)

After a few minutes, she opened an eye and saw she was sprawled across ‘Vogue France’ and started to laugh. “What’s so funny, mon ange?” Fabien asked. “I was thinking… Maybe I’ve been going about learning French the wrong way,” she replied. Fabien laughed too. “I can think of worse ways to learn a language. Maybe I will whisper it to you while we make love, while I’m deep inside your body. Perhaps that will help your recall.”

"Oui, Oui. It can be said it's just that it's unexpected. The -madame- I mean. Would my Alpha learn French when my back is turned?" Magnus nodded. "Madame and monsieur are pretty common words. I've... tried to learn French, but I think it's made me even more confused than I thought. It would be better if you spoke to me in French directly so I could learn the language." Bianca looked up at him and wrinkled her nose. "What exactly did you get confused about?" "Your fucking grammar." The young woman burst out laughing and nodded. "Terrible idea to start with that. It would be best if you had started with vocabulary and then gradually moved on to simple sentence constructions. If you find gramm

Fiction in languages she couldn't all read. Her finger stopped on a French novel, the spine creased and soft with handling. "You speak French?" "And Italian." He pulled a slim volume from the shelf and tucked it under his arm — and his finger had stopped moving along the spines for just a second before he pulled it out, just one beat, like the next sentence had snagged somewhere on the way and he'd had to push past it. "My mother was Italian. She taught me before she left." He said it without pausing. Without making it a moment.

) Rosaline was clueless about what she said, she just smiled and started back at the lady. "Idiot," Frederick muttered under his breath. He was aware that Rosaline didn't understand what the lady said. She had smiled to cover up her lack of knowledge "bien sûr"(Of course) Frederick replied and Rosaline gazed at him in awe. Growing up as a kid, she had taken a few french classes but never understood anything. The only french word that she knew was 'putain'. But she didn't know the meaning. She had always heard Sonia use the word a lot of times. Today, she was going to show that she at least knew a French word. The lady stood in between Rosaline and Frederick and took a couple of photos with t

] Aside from a few words here and there like please and thank you, I had no idea how to communicate with anyone here and this was no exception. "I-I'm sorry, I don't—parle français très bien." I replied shyly, knowing well that the grammar of my sentence made no sense due to my broken French. [speak french very well; proper sentence would be something along the lines of 'je ne parle pas très bien français'] "Ah, an American." He looked away, softly chuckling to himself. I let out a little laugh to play along and ease the tension. My lack of knowledge surrounding the lover's language was starting to become a problem as I ventured away from the familiarity of my cozy apartment and the places t

I ask him “Oui bien sûr l’amour” [Yes of course Love] He lets go of me and I run towards the bathroom I almost fall flat on my face getting out of bed with my foot getting stuck in the comforter yet that is not the most embarrassing I have done in front of him. This man is my husband and I loved how he loved speaking French as much as I did. I would be lying if I said everything did not sound more romantic in French, which is why I studied French because it is the most romantic language in the world, I practically live on romcoms and romance novels and the occasional crime series... But I am a hopeless romantic, I love when everything works out for the characters and yes, I am the type that

Chapter 24 Veronica's POV The town of France was beautiful. That was one bit I knew much about. From the beautiful paved roads down to the people in the city and the way the sky blinked above us, it felt like I had stepped into an ethereal moment, far away from the hustle and bustle of new york. " I did not have much time to prepare a perfect plan, but I do know that we can get to try lots of their traditional foods, only if you want to of course" he said, grinning at me.

I turned the pages, but the script was a cramped,ancient flowing French that I couldn't quite decipher. I turned toward Lucien. He sighed, already knowing what I wanted. He walked over and took the book from my hand, his long fingers brushing mine. “It’s filled with yearning,” he said, flipping through the pages with a solemn expression. I raised an eyebrow at him. “The text... from what I can read, it’s filled with regret and deep sorrow. Here, let me read you a piece.” He cleared his throat, his deep voice filling the quiet library:

“Well, literally, the woman led astray. It’s based on Alexander Dumas’s book, La Dame aux Camelias.” I opened the strange book Roxy gave me. It was torn from several places, most of its pages were unrecognizable, it was all tattered and torn but some of its pages were still intact. From the first look of it I can tell it was more than hundred years old. Roxy handled it with care as I can clearly saw how she had tried to bind it. I flipped through the pages. I can’t understand anything as expected. After I turned to the twenty page, I saw a white page stapled with the main page of the book. my first guess was that it was Roxy’s writing.