Romance Language Map Novels & Stories

he placed an arm across the back of the sofa and around my shoulders, his fingertips grazing across the skin of my shoulder as he turned his body to face me. “Okay so enlighten me with the translation Mr romantic” I teased, and he grinned at me with excitement as I played along with his game. “Liebling means dear or Darling as I like to call you” he translated the nickname he had branded me with since the second I had met him. “And the other?” I asked not even attempting to resound and repeat his past words with how clouded he had made my brain right now. “Ja Engel” he raised a brow leaning himself closer to me and leaving me completely entranced with his being. “Means, Yes Angel” he tilted

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

He said: "I do not know. I cannot read the new language yet." She said: "She is saying the eastern approach is not well described." He said: "How do you know." She said: "The specific unit she used. It is the one she uses when existing descriptions are insufficient." He said: "The maps are insufficient." She said: "They need updating." Caela said something in the layered language. She said: "Yes. I know. Tomorrow." Caela appeared to accept this. He said: "You told her tomorrow."

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–"

Leonidas’s expression softens, Instead of laughing or dismissing me, he reaches out slowly, grabs the book and reads through the words. “It's an ancient tongue,” he says after a moment. “It's called the Lingua Lunae. It means the moon language. “Oh,” I mutter, the heat in my cheeks deepening, but relief flickers through me too. “That’s why I couldn’t read it.” He glances up, catching the sheepish edge in my tone. A small, almost tender smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, the kind that makes my stomach flip despite everything. “I can help translate,” he finishes before shifting closer on the bench until our shoulders brush.

“Is this every language in the world?” Breathing gets heavier as I giggle, “I don’t think that would be possible. I think they just picked the most known or popular.” He moves to another, stating “This I can’t read.” I straighten up slightly, getting even closer to him to make out the thin writing under the feeble glow of light. “I think it’s Chinese.” He hums as he passes to another, “Hey, this is ours, ‘ti amo’.” As my heart goes into a frenzy, I think about how silly I was to actually buy these designer stockings with the words ‘I love you’ written all over it in many different languages, but I thought they were cute.

. Gabriella struggled pushing at his hard chest but he was far too strong for her and his kiss was igniting fires deep in her core. He broke the kiss and lifted his head, dark stormy grey eyes locked onto her wide emerald green ones, ‘Che bella rosa inglese, sento il tuo desiderio e sento la tua passione, mio piccolo gatto infernale. So cosa vuoi e te lo darò.’ [Such a beautiful English rose, I feel your desire and I feel your passion my little hell-cat. I know what you want and I am going to give it to you.] He kissed her again and the flame turned into an inferno, her lips parted

Translations: Fanculo- fuck Ti amo- I love you Bella- beautiful Amore- Love Caro- dear Bambino- baby perfetto- Perfect Prego- you're welcome Il mia bambino- my baby Madrè- Mom

Vandal’s voice had gone rough and authorative. “You can speak right here, Lord Rudolf.” Damien said pleasantly, but from his hold on me, I could tell he was irritated. “Fine.” Vandal sighed and switched to the old vampiran dialect that our race used to speak eons ago. Luckily, not a lot of people knew I learned to speak, read and write that language quite fluently right after I’d been turned. “What are your plans about Sabrina?” Vandal asked in the ancient language. “Are you going to break her heart just like that?”

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..