Madre In Spanish Novels & Stories

(You stupid boy, do you want to put me in trouble? I heard her yell in another language. Which I assume is either Spanish or Italian, but I'm pretty sure it might be Spanish. “Necesitas ser castigado, no verás a tu madre hasta dentro de una semana.”(you need to be punished, you won't be seeing your mother for another week.) “No,” little Matteo finally cried out. “Prometo que no lo volveré a hacer tía.” He sobbed. (I promise, I won't do it again aunty)

Our entire pack knows at least a little bit of Spanish by necessity. “Mamá, me vas a asfixiar si no me sueltas.” (Mom, you’re going to suffocate me if you don’t let go.) I strain my voice for effect. “Oh, cállate, hijo. Uno pensaría que un alfa grande y fuerte sería capaz de soportar un pequeño abrazo de su madre.” (Oh, shut up, son. You’d think a big, strong alpha could handle a little hug from his mother.) Though she scolds me and slaps my arm, she does let go—to my great relief.

I know she only half understood me, but it was enough for her to have anxiety over it. “Ay, Dios mío hijo, sabes que el bebé es más tuyo que de nadie, esto funcionará, rezo”, (oh my God son, you know that baby is yours more than anyone’s, this will work out I pray) she says. I know my mother knows how I feel about Amory and her daughter, but geez mom… The fucking girl knows enough Spanish now to know at least some of what my mother said! “Mama”, (mom) I half yelled at her. “Drop it for now, please? We have work to do. Where is Emilia”?

Madre ( Mother ) " I reverted bitterly. "Imo, behave yourself. She is your mother. Let the bygones be gone. ( Imo, comportati bene. Lei è tua madre. Lascia che il passato se ne vada. )" Father yelled at a low tone that made me more bitter towards him. This man had never tried to save me, not even once, from turning what I was now. He should be blamed for my situation, not anyone else. I had to suffer for his love and possession.

Suddenly my screen is filled with the beautiful face of my madre, and I can’t stop the tears from pooling in my eyes. “Mi changuita!” my madre cheers, cupping her mouth as tears fill her eyes. “Mamita,” I sniff, wiping my eyes. “You look so good! Healthy and glowing. Are you eating well and taking care of yourself?” she asks with concern. I nod fervently. “I promise I am. How are things over there?” I ask, worrying when I don’t see my padre in the background.

Giovanni: "How far are you from home, Mio Amore(my love)?" My mother's voice laced with her heavy Italian accent streamed into my ear from the phone speaker. "Soon Madre(mother). I'm on my way from the airport." I replied, raising my hand to my aching chest.

Magdalena walked toward the door. “Mother, it’s me, Magdalena. You didn’t recognize me?” she replied coldly, rolling the suitcases up to the door. “And this is Sara, my daughter.” Nazi stared at them in disbelief. “Magdalena? And this is Sara? What are you doing here? You came?” “Of course we came, mother. What, did you think we would just appear by ourselves?” There was no warmth or longing in Magdalena’s voice. “Move aside. I’m bringing the suitcases in.”

"Yeah that's what they all say, Date rapido! (hurry up!)" Hearing all the commotion, Mommy peaked into the hallway, glaring in my direction. "Mira! (look) It's too early in the morning for your yelling, so keep it down! Vladia, come here and sirvele las niñas! (serve the girls)" 'You're the one that's yelling!' I retorted back in my mind, but kept quiet.

"If I may know... who is your mother?" Strange. Pandora's brow furrowed as Aceli showed the same reaction. She seemed to be at a loss to decipher what Pandora was asking. Isn't the word 'mother' a difficult thing to understand? "What is a mother, Sister?" Pandora's eyebrows raised high; how could Aceli not know that most important part? She was supposed to receive affection from a female figure. "Mom is mommy. I mean, mom and mommy are the same. Just like there's a daddy, there's a mommy. Now where is Aceli's mommy?"