Imagine Espanol Novels & Stories

Alonso's pov “Alejandro, ponte los zapatos,” I say, glancing at the clock. (“You’re going to be late for school.”) He swings his feet from his seat at the breakfast table, making no move to obey. Instead, he pushes eggs around on his plate, sighing dramatically. “I don't want to go today.” he mutters. My brows lift. “Y eso por qué?” (And why is that?) He shrugs, playing with the hem of his shirt. “Solo no tengo ganas.” (I just don’t feel like it.)

Alex (P.O.V.) When I arrived at the class I just entered. The teacher stopped speaking and turned around. I rolled my eyes. Everyone stopped and stared at me. The teacher was about to speak, but I rose my hands in a stop do not talk to me motion. "Detener. Por favor, no hables porque me temo que tu voz es tan molesta que arruinarás mi día entero. Sé que llego tarde y realmente no me importa un carajo. No pienses en mandarme a la oficina porque te arrepentirás. ¿Lo tienes? Ahora muévete antes de que le quite un sombrero a tu viejo tresero. " (Translation: Stop. Please do not speak for I fear that your voice may be so annoying that you might ruin my entire day. I know I am late, and I really d

Roman laughed, following a chuckle from Luke. "¿Siempre pronuncia mal las palabras en español (Does he always mispronounce Spanish words?)?" Luke asked. Whatever that was, he said, it made Roman laugh even more. "Siempre lo hace. Siempre pretende ser un español nativo, pero ni siquiera se acerca (He always does. He's always pretending to be a native Spanish but not even close)!" Roman replied, feeling comfortable talking with Luke. Luke, on the other hand, also felt the same, based on his genuine smile.

I giggled and Zach replied, “J, when you finally get your dream girl, you’ll understand.” “Who…Kendall Jenner?” Erica burst out laughing. “Si hombre, Kendall. Bro, please! She doesn’t even know you exist because she’s too busy shagging basketball players, stupid.” (Si hombre is slang in Spanish for Sure dude. ‘Si’ is also yes.)

I look at the Black Tiger who’s sitting next to the other window, “We should come back here. We need to get pictures.” Tiger turns and stares at me with a blank face. He leans his head toward me to say something and I do the same. I feel his warm breath against my ear and I hear him whisper, “Who said I want to come with you?” I roll my eyes and mentally curse him. “La empresa de la señora Romero está en este barrio, llegaremos ahí en cinco minutos.” says Pedro. Hearing him confirms that I’m in love with Spanish even though I can’t understand a single thing. t’s a sexy language.

I stare at her. “Mmm… you know. I love you with every ounce of my soul” Maia says as she gives me a sweet smile. “You know, I can’t speak Spanish but I’ll try… please don’t laugh at me because of the accent,” I say. “Mmm… okay...” Maia says while staring at my lips. “Te Amo… Maia” I say. Maia smile and chuckles “Te quiero mucho Lena” Maia says. “What does it mean?” I raise an eyebrow.

I frowned trying to decipher what she was mumbling about. "Who's Diego? Go Diego Go? That Spanish whatever cartoon?" I glanced at Janice who was questioning the same thing. "Wait was that cartoon a Spanish one?" She asked. "I think so." "But I watched the English version. I don't think it was a Spanish one." She retorted. "It was a Spanish one. Dora is Español, Dora's cousin Diego is Español so that cartoon was Español." I explained, emphasizing the word Español. She deadpanned and looked at me. "You only know one word of Spanish and that is Español." She shook her head, dismissively.

I asked him, my eyes caught two blue pairs of orbs curiously waiting for an explanation from me, “I’m closer to you… I’m in Spain,”

I shook my head quickly. “What language then?” “Español, obviamente.” His lips twitched. Amusement. Barely there, but I saw it. I clasped my hands together dramatically. “Como no hablas español, puedo insultarte como quiera, pero déjame ir.” (Since you don’t speak Spanish, I can insult you all I want, but please let me go.) He tilted his head like he understood every word. Before he could reply, headlights sliced through the dark. A cab slowed, horn blaring.

ARDYN. It's been four days and Princess and I haven't squashed our differences. Asides from speaking to her everyday while still being upset, I've learnt a few Spanish terms. One ¿Cómo estás? Which means "How are you". Two ¿Cómo estuvo tu noche? Which means "How was your night?". And finally, three Realmente no respondiste a mi pregunta sobre si habla español o no. Which means "You didn't really answer my question on whether he speaks Spanish or not."