My Girlfriend Is Beautiful In Spanish Novels & Stories

“Just prove him wrong, baby. Crea algo tan hermoso (create something so beautiful), that you won’t need to follow any rules.” “¿De verdad crees que puedo? (You really think I can?)” “Of course, mi angelito (my angel), you can do anything.” I love my Mum. “Thanks, má.” “De nada (You’re welcome). Now excuse me, I have a spar day to get to.” I laughed. On the bright side, I make all the money to make sure my mum could have as many spar days as she wants. “Enjoy. Te quiero (love you).”

I fucking fell for one. A beautiful diosa. Mi Amor, I fucking love you and that is why this is the right decision.

I am definitely hallucinating. "Romeo." She called. "Yup." "I said I will be your girlfriend." Oh my god. I pulled out of the hug and looked into her eyeball. "What?" I whispered. "Look at you!." She chuckled. "I will be your girlfriend, Pablo."

I assured her through our mindlink. Diego smiled at her and took her hand, in his, "your hair, it’s beautiful. Like a, what’s it called, Melena? Like a león." Mary laughed, "you’re saying I look like a lion? Like how my hair resembles a mane? "I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or...-" Diego shook his head, "No, querida, tu cabello es hermoso. You are magnifico."

I brought out my hand and she took it. Hand in hand I walked her down. I raised her hand to my lips and placed a kiss to the tip of her knuckles. "Hermosa diosa" (spanish) Beautiful goddess I looked up to see her face a bright red and I smiled regaining my posture "Shall we" She looked flustered as she only nodded. Gosh if only she knew what she does to me If we didn't have to go I would have taken her right here and right now

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."

"What is it Siri cus you don't have what it takes to be a man and have even one girlfriend,you may die a virgin of you don't so something,stop making a joke of having girlfriend everytime and..... Then she looked into his tab and saw us.Bruno bent his head shamefully after his sister murdered him with her words. "Oh my gosh!!,bruno you finally have a girlfriend,not just a girlfriend,two girlfriends!!" I quickly adjusted away from beauty. "No, it's just her,the most beautiful one of the two"Bruno corrected Beauty waved shyly, brushing her hair back. "Wow thanks for calling me ugly Bruno!!"I snapped loud enough for him to hear

“Spent 24 hours, I need more hours with you You spent the weekend getting even, ooh We spent the late nights making things right between us But now it's all good, babe Roll that back wood, babe And play me close 'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'Til sun down when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Girls like you love fun and, yeah, me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, “Es tan Hermoso(It's so beautiful)" Zendaya said as they walked to the table Mateo had set in his garden. He had set up a candlelit dinner for both of them. The stars were unusually out tonight, making it more beautiful. “Just like you love." He said pulling the chair fo

She then takes my face in her hands -Mi amor como estas, Dios mio te has vuelto aún más hermosa mira como has crecido. (my love how are you, Oh my God you have become even more beautiful look how you have grown). She looks like she's about to cry. Te extrañé mucho mi hija.(I missed you so much my darling) I just nod my head, not knowing how to respond to this outpouring of love. She moves away from me to leave room for my father

he asks with a cheeky grin playing on his face. She sets the lipstick on the dressing table and turns to her right “Romantic?,” she raises a brow at him amusingly. “Yes,” He replies “Picking a right color for a girlfriend is considered very…,” he flicks his hair “Romantic,” the word rolls down his tongue as Spanish pronunciation. “You know,” she keeps a step towards him, her already small eyes gets even smaller “You can be love teacher,” she says, her voice low and hoarse.