Romance Language Family Novels & Stories

At the end, Aunt Valentina said, "You're wrong, Luciano. Actually, you have some family. A great one. I have promised to your mother not to tell you anything. However, now I don't think I can keep that promise anymore." "I have some family?" Luciano looked at Aunt Valentina in disbelief. "Yes, boy. You still have family. The Romano." Aunt Valentina smiled warmly at him. "'That' Romano." Aunt Valentina continued again. Luciano hardly believed this information if it wasn't Aunt Valentina who said it. 'That' Romano family. Oh my god. It turned out that he was a part of the most distinguished family in Italy! "Auntie didn't lie, right, didn’t you?" Luciano asked. His eyes lit up excitedly.

Dad asked blankly, regarding Gabe with skepticism. “Shut up, Kyle,” Aunt Janet scolded. She let out a dreamy sigh. “Even a fool could see it was something sweet and poetic. Something only a man who speaks one of the romance languages would say.” She let out a snort of derision. “American men just say ‘I love you’. Meanwhile, Europeans say that.” Aunt Janet jabbed a finger towards Gabe. Gabe, for his part, gazed at me with adoration. He squeezed my hand gently, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. "I know I haven't been perfect, Evelina, but I promise to spend every day earning your trust and love.”

“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.

“Tell me Julius, how did you do with the language?” Hansen settled into the cabinet again. His countenance improved a little. “In the beginning it took me a lot to learn it. This language is not easy, especially with the genres. You have to say the gender of animals and people, for example: perro and perra, gato and gata, profesor and profesora, maestro and maestra, amigo and amiga, and so on. It is difficult indeed, and to write it is worse: the accent can change the meaning of a word, or of an entire sentence, and to top it off, to put a "hairline" on top of the vowel.

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration. “I am grateful for you, Jonathan.” I confessed, my voice carrying my love and appreciation. Jonathan’s gaze never wavered from mine, his voice resonating with deep sincerity. “And I am grateful for you, my Angel. You’ve brought light and purpose into my immortal existence.“ Our words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of the swing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying our deepest emotions and the unbreakable bond we shared.

People tend to like beautiful things, and Andrew's captivating face was indeed hard to resist. "Don't worry about me, Paige. Marriages in our circle are mostly like this. As long as the other person doesn't have any glaring intolerable flaws, there’s no reason not to get married. They say marriage is between two people, but in our circle, it's not just about two individuals; it's more about two families, two financial empires," Luna said with a smile. Paige nodded, impressed by how insightful and open-minded Luna was despite her young age. Previously, Luna had wholeheartedly loved Pierre. Once she realized he was not worth it, she immediately withdrew her emotions.

Let me explain the reason behind his reaction: Veluven's secondary language is called Irian. If you are a nobleman or priest, you'll definitely need to learn about this language. There is no law prohibiting women from studying this however, women here thought it was irrelevant but Irian is the equivalent of French in this world! I have to show my capabilities at this time. "Yes Father, I was bored and I thought that Irian is an interesting language. Orange de nuit: peu de mal, mais bien du bruit... "

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

"In my realm, there are different languages that differentiate species. It wasn't till my line came here that we realized that for every language we speak, your realm has it too. Only difference is the name of the languages. We found out that our particular language, is Irish." "Wolves speak Irish in your realm?" "Yes. My grandfather came, visited Ireland, then went to Italy. He fell in love with the language and decided to claim the country. That was what I meant by migrated. His dragon was only too happy." She turned to face him. "So, all dragons in your realm speak Italian?" "Yes." "Since you have all the species.... It means you speak all languages?" He nodded. She tilted her head to the