Spanish Interrogatives Novels & Stories

“Those words just sort of popped out. I’m not sme why.” “Okay, then, what was it about me that made you think I’d go along with you?” She fixed him with a look of exasperation. “You could have taught the people involved in the Spanish Inquisition somediing about interrogation. What are you going to do next? Put me on the rack?” “Not if you answer my question.”

“But perhaps, I could make things exciting for you. Don’t you think so?” “What are you—” But he haven’t had the time to finish her sentence the moment Germa revealed a sharp object clutched on her hand. “How do you say goodbye in Spanish?” Her voice in a dangerous precipice. “Don’t you dare do that!” The man hollered.

A few minutes of staring contest between me and the guard past and the guy appeared behind him. “Como estas, senor diestra?” ‘how are you Mr right hand man’ he asked “Soy Bueno, y tu?” ‘Am good and yourself?’ I answered “Estoy bien” ‘Am fine’ he answered but that is as far as my Spanish goes, if he wants to continue this conversation he will have to speak English. “Do you mind changing the language to English? My Spanish is not that good.” He nodded.

I say in Spanish, praying our captor does not understand Spanish as well. “¿Por qué hablamos otro idioma? (Why are we speaking another language?)” Ismail asks back in Spanish. “Porque, no quiero que escuche lo que voy a decirte (Because I don’t want him to hear what I am about to tell you)” I explain. “Hey, what are the two of you saying to each other,” the man says, clearly angry he does not understand Spanish.

I asked him, my eyes caught two blue pairs of orbs curiously waiting for an explanation from me, “I’m closer to you… I’m in Spain,”

When the man doesn't respond, I switch to Spanish. "¡Esperar! ¡Por favor! ¡No te vayas!" Wait! Please! Don't go! I shout. The man takes another step only to pause mid-stride. I breathed in relief, not realizing I had been holding my breath. The man turns around but refrains from speaking. "¡Esperar! ¡Por favor! ¡No te vayas!" Do I know you?" I ask, running through my mind attempting to determine why I recognize him. "No." Is all he states. But I can see that's not true.

[some cuss words in Spanish] "Càllate! Silencio!",said Ronald [shut up! Silence! In Spanish] Marie Valdez quickly shut her mouth, she didn't know that Ronald knew Spanish. "Quelle? Êtes- vous surpris?",asked Ronald [What? Are you surprised? In French] Marie looked even more surprised , Marie's mother came from France and her father from Spain. So, her name Marie[French] Valdez[Spanish] was kept that way. She didn't know that Ronald knew both Spanish and French.

“Is this the point where I worry, amor?” Huh? I jerk my head forward to stare at the man driving this car. It’s Liam. Did I just hear Spanish? I think I did. I know Killian’s not Spanish but anyone can use that word, haha. I let out a sigh, my attempt to cheer myself up with the slightest distraction is not working.

he snorts under his breath, making me itch to respond. I tell myself, it's not worth it but I end up responding anyway. “Me?” I ask, my figure indicating to me. His eyes widen, a grin stretching across his lips which has my lips twitching to mirror it. “Usted habla español?” “Si, yo hago.” I snort, stifling a giggle. “Veo por que usted esta loca.” he snorts, attaining a smile from me that is accompanied by a shrug. “But you do know killing everyone isn't the solution?” he implores, his gaze burning me without looking directly at me.

I asked her because her calm silence is unnerving! “Nada”, (nothing) she says so casually. “De verdad?” (really) I asked her. She nods and says, “de verdad, mi querido” (really, my darling). I bit my lip and shook my head, that’s so fucking hot! “Tu española esta mejorando”, (your Spanish is getting better) I practically whispered. “Gracias, mi querido”, (thank you, my darling) she says as she starts to giggle.