Romance Language Family Novels & Stories

I said surprising him (thank you, you look handsome as well) "You know Spanish?!" Someone from behind screams. I jump and nearly fall but luckily Raphael catch me before I could hit the ground "Careful," he said "Thanks," I replied and when I got up I turned to see my whole family and his looking at us "You didn't answer my question," Chase said "Uhm well, I know a lot of languages," "Really, that's cool what other languages do you know?" El said excitedly "Well I can speak French, Spanish, Italian, German, Arabic, Portuguese, Dutch, Greek, Turkish, Danish, Polish, and Romanian"

I seemed to forget that my wife grew up in a mafia household and has been in this game longer than I could have ever been. "And what other language do you speak?" I asked as we stepped inside an elevator with gold linings. "Aside from English, Italiano, Spanish, Mandarin, Afrikaans, Russian, French, Irish, Finnish, Swedish..." "Okay okay. I get it." I stopped her with a wave of a hand, and she laughed again. Hell, I was fuckin' gobsmacked. How the hell did I not know that my wife was some kind of language monster? I mean I only knew 5. And that was all thanks to the Italian smuts I lived with at the manor. And to think that Mel perfected 11 languages? Including Chinese?

“Catherine was family before, Roman. And we don’t discard family so easily, no matter what’s happened.” My patience was wearing thin, my anger simmering beneath the surface. I looked directly at Roman’s grandmother, my eyes blazing. “Family?” I repeated, my voice sharp. “ of course. You’d be her family “ Roman’s grandmother’s lips pursed, clearly unimpressed by my defiance. “I think,” she said slowly, “that you might not understand the full situation, my dear.” My temper flared, my fists clenching tighter. “Oh, I understand plenty,”

said Terry with a serious tone . " The ancient language ?!.......Is it.... ?! " said leader Alan with a worried expression . " Yes ! There's only one ancient language that connects the clan's leading families . The language that was originates from the Kadar family . Apart from fighting skills , alchemy is also the field of the Kadar family . The books on the alchemy section in the library are all the books created from the ancestors of the Kadar family and some other highly talented professors of other clans . " said Eskylrious .

Holding tightly onto the book, he walked back to his bedroom. "Here…" He said as he opened up the book. It was filled with writings of the Moon language. "Can you read this?" Roman asked, with a frown on his face. "Where did you get this?" She asked, glancing at the book in one second and then she glanced back at Roman. "My grandfather used to teach me the Moon Language when I was little. Unfortunately, my sister never got to learn." Roman explained. "Read this." He ordered and stretched the book toward her.

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.

Of course, he did look more or less Arabic, although on the lighter end, but she'd learned long ago to not assume anything. He puffed up a little. "It's my preferred language, actually, although I know French just as well. Know some English too. My family is all bilingual, or even trilingual if you count the animals, because we have a lot of those. Though I don't know if you would count them all as one language, or more… What do you think?" Amara could still hardly believe it – only a few of her cousins understood some Arabic, but none spoke it fluently. She had almost forgotten how much she liked its sounds. "It… counts," she finally said, then chuckled. "Wow. How long have you been in Lyon

I sat back straight and asked her hopefully, " The mote. Ispias no. Do you know what it means or what language is this? I heard it from someone and I wanted to know what this language is." Vittoria's face flushed a little which made me understand that the words meant something dirty. She asked with a frown, looking at me suspiciously, " This language? This is called the Mayati language. Who spoke to you in this language? I heard in my pack that only the ancient lycan families used this language to communicate among themselves. They were worried about their safety. So, they mastered this language to keep their secret among themselves. This language is almost unheard of around the lands."

"Okay, who else?" "Lorenzo's family consists of his father and wife, Karrah, and daughter, Bianca, including his elder sister, Mya, and her husband and son: Orlando and Renzo. Marcello's family includes his parents and wife, Natasha, and his elder and younger brother, Fabrio and Gabrielle, with their wives: Serena and Ysabel, and kids. Romeo's family has his mother along with his wife Juliet, their son Tazio, with his elder brother, Valentino with his wife Zaira and two kids, Gustavo and Gabi and his younger sister, Lucy." "That..." Rosalie trailed. "That is a lot of names."

She liked how humble and nice her husband was! Zephyr was reveling in the attention just a second earlier but was baffled the next second. After flipping the page, the large chunks of text were in a language he had never seen. "Darling, is this Latiumo too?" Cordelia took a proper look. Zephyr gulped, not knowing how to answer. It was infuriating that he only got to look cool for three seconds… "This isn't Latiumo. It's Reumeni." Jim took off his glasses and smiled at them. "Reumeni is the language the nomads use. Where did you find this?"