Spanish Lullaby Novels & Stories

The butterfly’s proboscis digs into my brow, syphoning the memory like nectar. *Thirteen lashes.* That’s how many it took before I stopped screaming. Esteban counted them aloud in English, Spanish, Creole—a trinity of cruelty. Now the swarm echoes him, their wings snapping in unison: *Uno. Two. Twa.* The numbers slither into my ears, acidic, rotting the edges of my vision. I see Mamá’s hands braced against the attic door, her wedding ring leaving dents in the wood. She didn’t open it. She *couldn’t*.

he inquired. "no, yet, but I'm about to. Tracy hasn't said anything about her son. Why do you ask?" "The kid keeps crying," he complained, "It's becoming difficult to shut him up." "Feed him," I stated, "He must be hungry, and try singing him to sleep. His favourite lullaby is 'All the Pretty Horses'," I explained. I raked my head to make sure I hadn't gotten the details mixed up. "But sir- "Don't let anything slip. That kid is quite smart." I warned.

But he was still in a deep slumber. Sleep now, dear darling, My bud of tuberose flowers. Softly go to sleep Like the bee on the flower. Duerme ya, dulce bien Mi capullo de nardo. Despacito duérmete como la abeja en la flor. Sleep now, dear darling, Sleep now, sweet love You'll have sweet dreams While hearing my song. Duerme ya, dulce bien Duerme ya, dulce amor Dulces sueños tendrás

She let out another yawn and closed her eyes. “Elleanna?” “Hmm?” She hummed out. “Will you sing me a lullaby?” Romero asked softly. “Sure” She said softly then she began to sing a German lullaby she had learned in school once because she loved it “Shlaf, Kindlien, shlaf, Der Vater hut die Schaaf, Die Mutter schuttelts Baumelein, Da falls herb win Traumelein…Shlaf, Kindlien, schlaf….”

Humming. The tune is cracked, the rhythm broken. But I know what it is. Lira does, too. It’s the same song the Pit’s whelps used to murmur when they thought no one was listening. A lullaby with no words. Just the kind of tune meant to hush something in the dark. Lira’s shoulders go stiff. Mine do, too. My hand tightens on the blade at my hip. I don’t draw it. We don’t stop.

Chapter Forty-Eight Translations Spanish Peguena llama-- Little Flame Spanish Aliento de dragon-- Dragon Breath Spanish Pequena Princesa-- Little Princess Our torn lovers seem to be able to match one another in wit and intellect, but are never on the same page emotionally. Does anyone remember any of the other languages our pair have tried to fool one another with? Happy Reading and dont forget to join the F.B. group to keep up with updates since my schedule is more unpredictable than Murdok's temper

Spanish guitar music floated through the air, mixing with laughter and conversation. “Try this, Summer!” Mom urged, handing me a small piece of churro dipped in thick chocolate. I bit into it, my eyes widening at the sweetness. “Oh my god, this is amazing!” She grinned proudly. “See? Spain knows how to feed the heart.” Alexander chuckled beside me. “You’re just saying that because it’s sugar.” “Don’t be jealous,” I teased. “You can have a bite.” He arched an eyebrow, leaning closer. “Feed me then.”

Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo Despacito Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmar las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube) Sube, sube (oh) Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo Que le enseñes a mi boca tus lugares favoritos (Favoritos, favoritos, baby) Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro Hasta provocar tus gritos y que olvides tu apellido Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo Yo sé que estás pensándolo Llevo tiempo intentándolo Mami, esto es dando y dándolo Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace "bam-bam" Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi "bam-bam"

Dean says softly. “They were,” I whisper as more tears fall. “Luna, do you remember the song?” Collin asks. I swallow hard and begin singing in a gentle, jazzy lullaby—a sweet, childish version of This Little Light of Mine that Kelly made up at four years old. This mommy of mine I’m going love her forever Oh, this mommy of mine Gives me love and chocolate This mommy of mine I’m going to hug her This mommy of mine, all the time, I love her.

Lara’s POV The lullaby wrapped around us like a gentle cocoon, my voice soft and melodic as I sang the old Frost Fang melody about the Moon Goddess watching over her stars. The children lay nestled against me on the oversized bed, their small bodies warm and finally relaxing after the ordeal.