Romance Book In Spanish Novels & Stories

Michael muttered, fumbling to swipe away, but his face held no embarrassment. "Who's that?" she pressed, scooting closer, her thigh now pressing against his. "Nobody. Nobody important.” "Oh, come on. Tell me. What was her name? She is hot." He sighed, setting the phone down but not moving away. "I don't exactly remember her name, maybe Elina? Met her in Mexico. We hooked up for a few days, that's it.” "Okay," she murmured. "What about you?" Michael turned, his gaze roaming her face, then lower to the swell of her breasts. "Any juicy stories to share?"

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

"You don't feel sorry for me, Dam? You already have a future wife. Most of our friends are already married. Me? I don't have a boyfriend yet, Dam. Guess why?” "Because you make resorts on other islands too often?" guessed Adam. "No. Because of your curse." Yara looked at Adam with a look full of annoyance. Yara's words succeeded in making Adam frown. "What curse?" "Tsk! You don't remember when you swore at me when we broke up?" "Hah?" Adam was getting confused by the random words that came out of Yara's thin lips. "Swear what?"

"That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?" "Yes, we did a lot! We just read books and he talked about the war then and also about science. I want to curse at him, what did he think of me as his student?!" "I thought it was a date, why does it seem he wants to be your teacher." "It's a date, he said it's a library date. When I see that man I'm going to feed him the books he's read! You know I want to leave the house because that's what mommy and daddy do!" I said irritably.

Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, and all their worries and fears faded away as they lost themselves in the moment. Their kiss was tender and intense, each movement of their lips perfectly synchronized. Liam's hand rested on her waist, pulling her in closer, while Penelope's fingers ran through his hair, exploring every inch of him. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, lost in their own private moments.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

He yelled at her, he could feel the blood in his vein running so wild, his heart didn't stop racing. Bella raised an eyebrow, "Lies?" She inquired in a mockery tone, "The truth is standing right before your eyes and you are telling me this is all lies?" She asked him but she sounded more like a statement than a question. Dennis whose face was so pale that one could take him for.a ghost, he glanced at the paper with eyes red with tears. "This is not true, no way! This can't be true" he turned to look at Bella, "Cassandra can't be my aunt, she is my lover and the woman I want to spend eternity with, no way!" He yelled out with pain.

I don’t even hear the door open when arms suddenly wrap around my torse. “Are you ok baby?” I hear the sweetest voice say from behind me. I take one of my hands off the wall and sit it on top of her hands that are caressing my torso. “Yes, mi armor. Now that I have you, I will do anything to keep you safe” I told her pulling her around in front of me and lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I bury my nose in the crook of her neck before whispering, “Siempre mía para amar, siempre mía para apreciar, siempre mía para proteger, mi amor.” (Always mine to love, always mine to cherish, always mine to protect, my love.) I’m not Spanish. Not even close but I love the language.

He tried to kiss her again but Noelle stopped him by cupping his mouth. “And what do you think you are doing, Mr Rican Alfanso?” she sent him a tiny glare which filled his gaze with amusement. Holding her wrist, he slightly pulled away her palm from his mouth only to kiss her in between her palms delicately. He was just not only irrevocably in love with her but he was obsessed with desiring and cherishing her too in every possible way he could. For him, she was his soul and without her, he was nothing but a lifeless body. That was the reason he called her ‘mi alma’.....which meant my soul. She was his reason for living his life.