Spanish Interrogatives Novels & Stories

She finally spoke, "And that you knew him." “Were you having sex with this man, Mia?” He inquired with his native Spanish accent.

The man jumped awake. He squinted up at us through his wounded eyes, then slumped back in his chair with a defeated sigh, he said in Spanish, "¿Qué deseas? ¿Viniste a torturarme más?" Come to torture me some more? Enzo saw past him as he called to me with a lazy wave. I stride towards him. "You rang?" He gave one of his men a look and they scrambled out of the room to do whatever that look meant. "Now for the reason you're here," he addressed me.

“You said I did you a favor, Jacqueline. Explain what you mean by that,” Diego instructed with lethal cool. Playing for time, Jacqueline dragged in a ragged breath. “You’re an intelligent man, Diego. Can’t you guess?” Hard dark golden eyes rested on her with uncompromising force. “Answer my question, por favor. (Spanish for ‘if you will’ or ‘please’).” “If you insist...”

she said to the person over the phone. “Why do you want to harm her? What has she ev-” “Por el amor de DIOS idiota, deja de cuestionarme y haz lo que te digo” she screamed over the phone. “I didn't understand what you just said” he replied “Oh darling you are Spanish and don't try to play that nonsense with me, now be a good boy and do what I asked you to do. Are we clear?” she asked and he sighed and nodded “are we?”

– I say, and the Columbian, who seemed to be the boss, looks at the girls. - ¿No compartes las putas con un amigo? (Don't you share the whores with a friend?) -¿Es esto un negocio o una fiesta? (Is this a business or a party?) The Colombian laughs. - ¿Hablas español? (Do you speak Spanish?) - Siempre es bueno saber los idiomas que comercializamos. Pero dejemos de hablar antes de que nos atrapen. (It's always good to know the languages ​​we trade in. But let's stop talking before they catch us.)

I took off my sunglasses and loved at the people around me. "eh. Scusi posso chiederle dove abitano i Villafuenca? Dove posso incontrarli? (Uh. Excuse me may I ask where do the Villafuenca are living? Where can I meet them?)" I asked at the old lady "chi sei? Perché le chiedi? (who are you? Why are you asking for them?)" The old lady ask "Io, beh, vedi, ho bisogno di parlare con loro. Questioni private? (I'm, well you see I need to talk to them. Private matters?)" I said sweetly.

She was grinning from ear to ear as she socialized with them and brought out the gifts she prepared as well. “Mommy, did you have fun with Daddy?” “Mwommy, awe we havwing a shibying shoon?” TBC Maple Writes (Had to research this one before anything else. Spanish is something I know nothing about except welcome and excuse me so if there are things that are not correct, do tell me about it and I will gladly improve. The dialogues used are machine-translated, so forgive me if there are errors. Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

I lashed out. "You talk to them, don't you?" He asked, staring daggers at me, his anger and frustration palpable. "I even had Ice to check up on them twice! Isn't that enough?!" "It's not enough!" "No tengo tiempo para tus tonterías!" He snapped, his words a furious torrent of Spanish. "Say that in English, dickhead!" I spat, my own anger boiling over.

Ya no lo amas? ( Then what is it? You no longer love him?...) She questions seriously in Spanish as she only speaks Spanish with me when we want to gossip or when she's very serious, and my eyes grow wide at what she said. "Te encanta ese chico de Amos ahora? " ( You love that Amos guy now? )She questions further, and my heart stops. "What!? "I question in arm as I fly to my feet.

ISOLDE POV I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening by side. “Spanish?” I frowned, looking at him. “What do you mean Spanish? Why would I say the password in Spanish?” He dragged a hand down his face and let out a long, tired sigh, like I was testing the last bit of his patience. “Español,” he said slowly, like he was talking to a child. “Just… say the damn password.” I stared at him, narrowing my eyes. This had to be a setup. “Are you trying to mess with me?”