Spanish Interrogatives Novels & Stories

my my asked who's making me yell in Spanish "nada más que el estrés de un hijo" I replied her with Spanish as well, saying 'non other but your stress of a son' "hola mamá y papá" I greeted them both after my rant "How was the trip" My dad asked while helping me with my bag, speak of a nice gentleman unlike my asshole brother "It went well, but who's Mum looking for outside?" I answered his initial question but asked another cause Mum opened the front door and kept poking her head outside

It must be short even though he's Spaniard. "Do what I asked to you. Don't ask too much question Or I'll blow your head off." Matar quickly walks away as the image of one man is lingering to her mind. I will be back and find you.

I had been envious of other people before, but this possessiveness was new. I tried to keep from growling as I walked closer. "…where is she?" one of the women asked. "Qué quieres decir? [What do you mean?]" Diego asked. The woman giggled, "I love it when you talk Spanish. Where is your mate? You’ve never mentioned a mate before. Or is she a chosen mate?" Wow, that’s a lot to ask someone. Is there no sense of privacy anymore? "Says the person spying on her mate."Beth said.

He muttered to her and she smiled. "Co'mo est'as?" (How are you) she asked in Spanish. He nodded slowly and turned to his meal. She stood up from the sofa and sat beside him on the dinning after he finished his breakfast. "I want to know about the bad woman…" She said and Eden flinched. He looked at her and saw the serious look on her face. "Who was after your life?" She asked again "Um...um…" He was trying to speak when a knock on the door interrupted him. She stood up and went to open the door.

She was in the hall, inspecting a painting when someone's voice boomed, making her jump in her spot. "¿Quién eres tú?" the deep voice echoed (Who are you) Instinctively, she turned around to see a man, who must be in his late fifties, standing a few feet away from her. He was wearing formals and had a striking face. His unsettling eyes were trained on her. His aura matched Killian's, dangerous and dark. ¿Quién eres tú? the man asked with a straight face. (Who are you) "I..I don't understand Spanish," she clarified. There was no change in his expression, however, his eyes were assessing her thoroughly.

She raised a brow. “Si.” He nodded and excitement coursed through her veins at the thought of getting it right. “What’s no?” “It’s No.” “No.” “What’s I love you?” “Te quiero.” “Te quiero.” She repeated with a nod. “What about, he’s my husband?” “El es mi esposo.” He said with a chuckle following right after. “El es mi esposo.” She repeated. The lesson went on and on while she wrote down the new words she’d learnt.

ARDYN. It's been four days and Princess and I haven't squashed our differences. Asides from speaking to her everyday while still being upset, I've learnt a few Spanish terms. One ¿Cómo estás? Which means "How are you". Two ¿Cómo estuvo tu noche? Which means "How was your night?". And finally, three Realmente no respondiste a mi pregunta sobre si habla español o no. Which means "You didn't really answer my question on whether he speaks Spanish or not."