Spanish Interrogatives Novels & Stories

He was not going to get away with it while I was around. "Okay I give up," he sighed and I pushed the book towards him. "Read that section in the book over and I'll quiz you in the next ten minutes." "Okay, how do you say I'm tired in Spanish?" He asked. He was being a smart ass since I asked him for an English to Spanish dictionary. I couldn't keep up with him and Alvaro's conversations sometimes. "Estoy ca-" I couldn't get the pronunciation. "Estoy cansada," he said.

“I have a couple of questions that I would like you to answer if that’s okay?” “Sure, Spar with me and I will answer them”

I raised her jaw using my thumb to get her looking at me. “What made you think I will ever do that? They ain’t no one hotter than you that I have ever seen or will even want to. Baby? I want you to really trust me on that, I ain’t no bitch to go fucking around. Te Amo, not just that Te quiero” Fuck, whenever I’m back from this whole netting I just can’t do away with this Spanish stuff” I groaned. “ No, I love it. You sound charming when you speak that”. “And do you know what that means” I questioned.

The whole place was filled with people and more people crowded the place. "Hola senorita" the ice cream seller greeted me. It would be rude not to respond so I did answer him in English. "Hi," I responded dryly. My Spanish was bad so I didn't want to give him the impression that I could further the conversation. "¿Quieres un poco de helado?" He said, (Do you want some ice cream?" I knew from his intonation that he was asking a question but I tried not to pay attention since I do not understand.

she says with a forced smile, but her eyes betray her true emotions, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What's wrong?" I inquire, adopting a more serious tone as I know her discomfort isn't solely due to the high heels she's wearing. "Do I need to say it in Spanish?" she asks, pausing to fix her hair in the mirror before meeting my gaze. "Mi es feet hurt because Mi es Heels." I can't help but let out a laugh, a loud one that catches her off guard. "Your Spanish could use some work," I jest, feeling a twinge of regret for finding humor in her pain.

It was as though I’d just escaped a torrent of bullets and was expecting the next flurry at any moment. “Whassup, Daddy-O?” my daughter said. Like the German Was ist los? or the Spanish ¿Qué pasa?, the syntax in the question Whassup? is driven by inflection, and hers, as she studied me, hovered somewhere between confused greeting and concerned inquiry. “Nothing, sweetheart,” I said, hoping she would see the lie through with me. “The mayor and I were just finishing up our interview.” “On our way back for another beer, I hope,” said the good mayor.

he curses under his breath. He's cussing in Spanish. That's not good. "What's wrong?" I press, my voice tight with concern. Diego's eyes soften with sympathy as he meets my gaze, but he doesn't speak. "What's wrong, Diego?" I repeat, urgency creeping into my tone.

Kourtney commented, tapping the pencil on the desk. “Ser conjugations are soy, eres, and es which are used if you’re referring to a permanent state, while estar conjugations estoy, estás, and está are used if you’re referring to the temporary state,” Miguel explained, sounding as professional as possible. “I guess I’m too smart for this,” Kourtney sarcastically said. “Estoy tan cansada.” She sighed, making Miguel raise his brows. “Seems like you can already construct sentences in Spanish. That’s great,” Miguel commented, nodding in approval.

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Would I? "¿Porque lo preguntas?" Why are you asking? Javier asks, without answering my direct question. I remain silent, unsure as to what I should say. Why was I asking? Why did I want to know? Would it even make a difference whether he feared me or not? "¿Se trata de ella?" Is this about her? Javier asks, stunning me. "¿Que?" What? I ask, startled by his question.