Romance Book In Spanish Novels & Stories

"You're divine. I'll never grt enough of you Arya." Their foreheads were inches apart, nose brushing each other's. He lifted her chin so he could get lost in those ethereal emerald green eyes of hers. "Mi alma," he said, his hot minty breath fanning her face. “Eres el sueño del que nunca quiero despertar.” She was not exactly sure what he meant, because he was speaking Spanish and not Italian— and she had never bothered to learn much of her step father's language but it made her smile.

“Sí, mi esposa. Estarás hablando español cuando nuestro bebé se gradúe de la universidad.” “That was yes, right?” My cheeks rose in a grin. “That was yes.” Thank you for reading QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Reinaldo and Jasmine’s story and the ongoing saga of the Luciano famiglia and Roríguez cartel. If you haven’t read the earlier couples’ stories, d******d NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story, TILL DEATH DO US PART, Aléjandro and Mia’s story, and BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story.

He took a sniff and exhaled. “Thank you for this..!” Keenan beamed at her causing her to blush. “No problem.” A shy smile on her lips. Keenan bid farewell and left soon after. As he held the book, he read the book cover. “Spell of the Lonely Dream. By Aurora Salcedo.” Mariano heard him. “Salcedo? Isn’t that their family name?” Keenan looked up. “Yeah. What a coincidence, right?” “It surely is.” Mariano said.

then he kisses the back of Toma's hand. "O-Okay? Uhm, uhh… what's with you?" Toma felt weird by Noru's action, so he gently pushes him off. "You do know that I like you, and I still do by now. I may feel upset that you see me as an option, but it'll be a win-win if you get rejected again and become mine." Noru said with a grin. "How's that a win-win?" "It's a win-win since I'll get to have you forever, and I promise to make you happy." Toma could only stare at Noru that moment and admire his sincerity. It could be the perfect moment to choose him and be really happy… they could actually be happy…

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

“Spanish. It is a very beautiful language. I learned some words when I travelled to Spain and Argentina with my late father and the queen.” Axel nodded. “How do we say I love you in Spanish?” “Te amo,” the king said with an attractive accent, staring at his husband right into his eyes. “Te amo,” Axel repeated and smiled shyly. “It feels so romantic.” “It is.” Lucian nodded. “In our free time, I will ask sir Daniel to lend us one of his planes to travel to Spain. You will like that country.” “Planes? What are planes?” Axel asked confusingly.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

Lita didn't say anything to me about these people. There's a wine flute in her hand. It's no wonder she's really rich. In that case, those two shiny cars I saw outside belong to them. "Are you tired? Did you enjoy your shopping?" "I'm okay, Ma'am," I said, which she immediately interrupted. "Don't call me Ma'am. You may call me Tita, hija. Or however you want to call me aside from Ma'am. Didn't Rosellena tell you?" I shook my head, I tried to smile but I couldn't. I glanced at Mommy, who was silently looking at us.

As we reached the top of the staircase, Aurelio stopped and looked at me, a playful smirk curving his lips. “Going somewhere, mi mascota?” he said softly in Spanish, eyes glinting dangerously. I froze. The words made my stomach twist, my pulse racing even faster. “Yes,” I breathed, almost too soft. “I’m… going.” His smirk widened. “Good. Keep moving.” I stepped forward, my body aching with anticipation, confusion, and an impossible longing. Every part of me wanted to run back to Slate, every part wanted to stay with Aurelio, every part wondered what awaited me upstairs with the “big boss.”

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.