Romance Language Map Novels & Stories

I have nothing to give to Zach and the others. "Guys let's start to count!" Ycson started. "10" "I love you." zach whispered. "9" "Te amo." "8" "Mahal kita." "7" " Saranghaeyo." "6" "ik houd van je." "5" "Je vous aime." "4" "ich liebe dich." "3" "aku mencintaimu." "2" "Aishiteiru" "1" "I love you."

Maxine explained the rules, "Each of you will confess your love in five different languages. And, darling, it's not just about translating 'I love you'! You gotta sell it, make it sexy, make it swoon-worthy!" The couples exchanged nervous glances, but Maxine assured them, "Don't worry, loves, it's all in good fun! And, of course, the losers get to enjoy a nice cup of scotch... on the rocks, naturally!" Drake, ever the romantic, stepped up first. "Mon amour, Evelyn, je t'aime plus que tout." (French) Evelyn blushed, and Maxine cheered, "Ooh la la! Drake, you're a natural!"

he said simply. "Have fun, but not too much," Matthew teased, giving me a quick hug. "Bring gifts." "On the contrary," Annabelle whispered in my ear as we hugged. "Have lots of fun. And tell me everything afterward. Especially after shopping in Virelia." She pulled back with a mischievous wink. "Oh, and don't forget—they say Valentian is the language of love, so learn a few useful words..." "Annie!" I exclaimed, though I couldn't hold back my laughter.

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?"

One of them chirped, “Miss Carraway, I recognized the language you used at the beginning of the conversation and the Gallic. But what were you speaking between those two?” “Catalan,” she replied. Detecting dismay in the boy’s face, she added encouragingly, “I’m sure you could’ve grabbed the gist of it if you listened very carefully too. They are all cognate languages. Most of the differences lie in pronunciation and grammar. Don’t let your nerves get to you next time.”

“And so did you, I see.” My giggle turned into a moan as he bit my pointy tip playfully. “Roman...” I speared my fingers through his long, silky hair. “¿sí?” oh god. I don’t know why when he speaks in his native language, even just a syllable, turns me beyond comprehension. “dime lo que quieres, mi amor.” [tell me what you want, my love.] And apparently, he knew its effect on me, too. “You... I want you, Roman.”

His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

I blunted out looking at his deep green eyes that shine in curiously. "How do you know that what I wanted to ask." "Its written all over your face how curious you are" "So how do you learn Chinese when you didn't finished your school and your CV didn't say anything about you speaking different language?" "Well...you see I love watching Chinese romantic movie and I pick one or two from it" "So how many language can you speak" "Well I can speak ,Korea, Spanish, Russian, Italian, German-" "Wait there is more?" "Yes Jewish, Indian.."

Ana said frowning, Alessandro made a gesture for her to come towards him as he bent down to her level and she did. "You're not stupid, ok?" She nodded but continued to frown still frustrated at her inability to say the word. "Start slowly. Amo—re." He started, looking at her expectantly. Noticing this she copied his words. "Amo..re. Amore?" He smiled nodded. "Mi—O." "Mio." "Now all together, sweetie. Amore mio." "Amo...Amo...Amore mio," Anastasia said smiling brightly when she realized she said it properly.

She was like a beautiful song of love, in the light of the mind. With each step Imogen exerted towards her, Maze could feel her heart beating faster. Slowly the sound became so loud that she wondered whether he could hear her heart pounding as well. Maze uncomfortably took a half step back, by then Imogen reached the place she was in and exercised a precise look at her. He swallowed audibly to moisten his parched gullet, and the word escaped his mouth,"luce dei miei occhi ( light of my eyes )" Maze felt her stomach did a funny flip, notwithstanding their language difference the tenderness of his tone seeped through her heart.