Novel & Cerita Libraries Spanish

“No lo sé, bebé. Tal vez cuando todo esté bien.” “Sister, don’t worry because we won’t stay too long here in Spain,” said Xenno. “Hermana, no te preocupes porque no estaremos mucho tiempo aquí en España.” “Madam, we’re here,” my driver said. “Señora, estamos aquí.” “Okay, thank you for picking us up,” I replied. “Bien, gracias por contestar.” “Please get our luggage,” I added. “Por favor, tome nuestro equipaje.”

I admitted, "Why do you think it will be in Spanish or Latin?" Justin got out of the bed and began to dress himself. He didn't look at me as he answered, "Spanish was my mother's language. Her Lycan family was from Spain." I hadn't known Lycans came from anywhere. A part of me realized they had to have an origin, but I'd never thought enough about them to wonder where they'd made their home when they'd ruled the world. All I'd ever thought about Lycans was how glad I was they weren't around to rule over me and my kind.

If I risk losing you and you will see Se a arriesgo a perderte y vas a ver What's going to be wrong and what's wrong Que va a estar mal y que mal Bad and how bad he didn't know how to have you Mal y que mal no supo tenerte no And he won't be able to see you and that's what he's going to do Y no podra verte y eso le va hacer very bad and that bad Muy mal y que mal Look girl listen to what I say Mira niña escucha lo que digo When you see what you've lost

Emelia cuts through my thoughts. “Fine, should be easy enough, it's one kid.” I let out, “How bad can it be?” “Yay,” her lips stretch into a grin. “Layla, this is Caelum, mi hermano, decir hola.” Of course she knows Spanish, her mother is part Mexican but I'm baffled by how a child so little bilingual.

He glared at his friend. "Do you think his father would give us any dime if he can't speak?" Pablo snapped in Spanish. "Do it later." "You want money from my father?" Vikrant asked. "¿hablas español?" Pablo's eyes widened. "Sí." He replied. "I can speak 14 languages fluently. So there's nothing you say here that I won't understand." "How do you like him now?" Enzo mumbled, still very cross with his friend. "Go bring the girl." Pablo waved him away.

“I bought you that fragrance. And it’s a slight variation with the one I use, so I’d recognize it anywhere.” “Okay, I have a few issues here that have to be addressed,” Lola said, switching to English. She stood straight, folded her arms, and stared down at Santiago like a spouse demanding answers. Because, in truth, she kind of was. “Firstly,” she began, “you speak French. Fluently. How come you never mentioned this before?” “Maybe because the opportunity never presented itself?” Santiago answered with an innocent shrug. “Heh. Yet I told you about my skills and my range of languages. That could’ve been your cue to fill me up on the gaps.”

However, when his words registered in her mind, she turned around with a face full of smiles, “Si, Santiago. Por supuesto que me conoces. (Yes, Santiago. Of course, you know me)” He had always polished his Spanish in secret, learning on his own and becoming more and more fluent in the language. Declan thought he just had a knack for new languages, but when he tried Portuguese and Russian, it wasn’t as easygoing as Spanish was a piece of cake for him. As a result, he polished it and still did his best to be better in the language. However, hearing the name Santiago made him widen his eyes in shock.

She asked. “Yeah,” I nodded. “Do you speak English?” “I do,” she replied. “I speak three languages. French, Spanish, and English.” “Sounds like someone has a thing for languages…” I teased. “Yeah,” she said, blushing. “Nice to meet you. My name is Martinez.” “I'm Julian,” I replied and shaked her hands warmly. “Are you Spanish?” “You could say so,” Martinez replied. “My father is British while my mother is Spanish. I grew up with my maternal grandmother so you know…”

“Are you trying to mess with me?” His expression went cold instantly. “Look, lady, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. Either say the fucking password in Spanish… or get the hell out of this property.” I swallowed hard. Yeah… he was definitely getting pissed. “O-okay… tiger, calm down,” I muttered under my breath, raising my hands slightly. Bad idea. Very bad idea. His eyes darkened at that. Right. Focus. Spanish. I glanced back at the wolf statue, my pulse kicking up. My Spanish was rusty at best, and now of all times my brain wanted to go blank. Lunar… okay, that stays the same. Gate… puerta, right? And thirteen… trece…

she explains. "How many languages do you speak?" Lucca asks Lena. "I speak a few," she says, shrugging. "Spanish, French, English, Italian, and Latin." "And here I am, thinking I'm impressive because I speak Spanish, French, and English," Lucca says, clearly impressed. "I only speak Spanish," I say, rolling my eyes. "And that's only because our mother forced me to learn." "You need to be more intellectual, brother," Lucca says, and I show him the middle finger.