Romance Language Map Novels & Stories

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.”

I bark, heat climbing my neck. India bursts into laughter. “He definitely hasn’t.” Fabiano gives a theatrical sigh. “Tragedy! Such a waste of linguistic potential. Roman, how could you deprive her of verbs of passion?” “Keep talking and I’ll deprive you of your teeth,” I growled. He grins. “See? Even his threats sound romantic.” India giggles, leaning against the counter. “I’m starting to like you, Fabiano.” “Of course you are,” he says, smug. “All beautiful women do, right before they regret it.”

Angelica asked, not quite sure what the language was. “I need a closer look; I am going down on the map. Can you stay close by to let me out when I call?” Astra said, not waiting for an answer before pushing the nob. ******** Astra stared at the words trying to remember their origin. This language was ancient and no longer a part of history. It felt familiar to Astra, like a lost memory in a dream. Her hand traced the words trying to remember their meaning. Then it clicked in a brain like a light switch. “Angelica, I am ready to push the second nob!”

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"

Toby read out and sighed. "Shit, we all dead then," Zayn sighed and I glared at him. He just had to hurt me. "The words were, con l'amore al mio fianco il male non puó risiedere." He read out again slowly. "I'm hungry jeez." Zayn rolled his eyes at him, "I need to train too. So you're saying, until I love her, we won't win the battle? What does that writing even mean?" He asked.

"I now fully understand why you fell in love with him. He might be on all fours but there's a man inside that body. I get it. It completely blows my sense of reality, but I get it." Romani quidem artem amatoriam invenerant. Mark looked at Damien. "What was that? Latin? You speak Latin as a first language?"

She looked so cool as she mounted her biggest wolf and said, “I said I love you Roman, why won’t you say it back?” Roman was so taken aback that he laughed, “I’m sorry, I thought you were gonna say something cool before you rode your wolf. That was so cute…ahh, by the way, you haven’t taught me any of that language you speak to the Crypt wolves.” He said with a smile, completely forgetting that she wanted him to say that he loved her too.

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.”

The image created by the light was a detailed and complex map. Kane's gaze expanded. "That's a map," he declared. "To what?" With my heart racing, I inquired. With wonder in his voice, Kane answered, "To your destiny." With a notation at what appeared to be an old ruin, the map depicted a route that wound through mountains and thick forests. There were faint words in a language I didn't recognize beneath the map. "What is it saying?" I pointed to the words and asked. Kane narrowed his eyes at them. It is in an archaic dialect. I only see a portion of it. He whispered to himself as he traced the words with his fingertips. "The truth is found where the moon's light never goes out," it states.

he growled, his hands sliding under her shirt, his lips on her throat, her nails digging into his shoulders. Gianna’s breath hitched, her body arching, her voice breathless. “Good, Kai.” Their lovemaking was raw, a wildfire amidst war plans—her shirt torn open, his hands gripping her hips, their rhythm desperate, fierce. Maps crinkled beneath them, her moans filled the air, his thrusts deep, their climax a surge of desire that left them panting, collapsed against the table. Her lips found his, a fierce kiss, their bodies still pressed close, their passion a flame in the dark. Gianna’s voice was soft, teasing. “We’re ruining your maps, Castellano.”