My Beautiful Girlfriend In Spanish Novels & Stories

Sergio's reply left me speechless, butterfly running into my stomach, " Girlfriend! That's my girlfriend. Do you still want to check on her?" I was rendered speechless to the point that I forgot to blink. What the fuck did he just say?

“Just wait. After this, we’ll have our own place. A big kitchen, a big backyard. You’ll have your own room and…” “And you'll finally be able to pursue your dream of being a chef and having your own restaurant,” she finished for me. Her smile trembled. “And... we’ll be happy?” “We will. I promise.” She nodded and suddenly hugged me. “Te amo, mana.” (I love you, sis) I hugged her tighter. “Te amo más.” (I love you more) Then she whispered, “Mientras estemos juntas, todo estará bien.” (As long as we're together, everything will be okay)

Auntie Sarah is right, we are such lucky bastards! The dress was so beautiful to them. They are hella gorgeous. They are all very beautiful, especially my Moo. Until now, I still can't believe that my old friend that I love is already my girlfriend. "Well, believe it Moo" I was surprised by what Sophie said, so I came back to reality. "You read my mind again," I said while smiling, and he also smiled, which made him even more beautiful. "You're not so bad yourself. You are so obsessed with me that maybe later you won't be able to live without me. Hahaha " Sophie exclaimed, laughing.

she said, while trying to catch her breath. "Te amo, mi alma," I whispered against her hair. "Te amo mucho." "Gracia cariño, eso fue perfecto." I chuckled. Someone had been working on their Spanish phrases. "De nada, baby girl. That was perfect," I cooed. "Let's go shower."

‘I love you too, mi amor (Spanish for ‘my love’),’ Gabriel thought but didn’t say it to her. Making love to her in Marbella had been explosive, mind-blowing. But this was more… so much more. Watching her take her pleasure, watching her beautiful face shine as she rode him, causing such agony for them both, and such explosive pleasure, made him feel over-ecstatic.

I nodded and kept a neutral expression on my face, digesting this new piece of information and wondering why the hell my fake boyfriend never thought to tell me about it beforehand. I tuned back to what they were discussing to hear Sofía say while gesturing in my direction, “Ho conosciuto la tua ragazza. È bellissima.” (I met your girlfriend. She’s beautiful.) Alessio finally deemed my presence worthy of his attention and looked my way, something indiscernible passing across his eyes before it was gone in a millisecond and a smile replaced it. A fake smile. Which from the look of things wasn’t obvious to everyone else but me.

Except a sex partner, a loyal dog who runs back to him after every fight or ghosting, I don't think he sees me as more than that. I lick my lips, keeping them from becoming chapped. “I don't know,” I mumble. “But I want to be more. I want to be your girlfriend.” It comes out easier than I had thought. Now that I've finally said it, it seems easier. And I mean every word I just said. Maybe I fall in love easily, but I have. When I arrived in Spain and had my first encounter with Jeremías, I already knew that with just one hit of him, I'll never be the same.

"Your drive me crazy bella. I can't seem to get enough of you." "You did say I was your girlfriend this morning," she teases and I smirk. "Sii la mia fidanzata," I say and the confused look appears on her face again. "Be my girlfriend. Danielle you are the only woman on this earth that has challenged me. You are an amazing mother and person, and you're so kind. I really do care for you and would love for you to be my girlfriend." "Is this for real?" She asks, almost like its directed towards herself.

Like I’m still a boy standing in front of her. “You keep doing that,” I say, switching back to English. “You’ll start making me forget I’m a thirty-four-year-old man.” “Sigues siendo mi niño,” she says softly. “No importa cuántos años tengas.” (You’re still my child. No matter how old you are.) I caught her wrist, not rough, but firm. She smiles, small and knowing. “What if I was with my girlfriend?” Silence. “…your girlfriend?”

“The beautiful lady that you have pushed over is my uncle’s girlfriend! She is a hundred times more beautiful than you!” Everyone was speechless.