Spanish Novels & Stories

“Don’t judge me. That stuff’s muy delizioso.” “Ungh.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes, giggling. “Molto, Duke. Molto delizioso. Muy is Spanish.” “Oh. That’s right. It’s molto Spanish.” Unable to help herself, she burst out laughing. “It is, but I think that would be muy Spanish. How can you be this bad in three languages?” “Practice.” He gave her a sidelong glance. “I told you. The foreign language I speak is French.” “How is that even possible? I’m not sure ‘Texan’ counts as English.”

I grinned, listening to my girlfriend groan with praise for all the new flavors she was trying for the first time. “No wonder Americans get fat.” Vasha mumbled in between mouthfuls of her grilled chicken taco. I loved watching her eat, and enjoying herself. So much so that my own steak taco remained untouched on my tray. You know how it is when you love someone? Everything they do is automatically interesting...but Vasha was especially entertaining to observe. She raised her head to inhale the intoxicating aroma. Festive Spanish music played overhead and she listened to it for a moment before exclaiming, “Detka, this doesn’t sound like English...but some words

Based on his clothing, he also came from a well-off family. "Genovia Ganfornina, es un placer conocerte por fin." (Genovia Ganfornina, nice to finally meet you.) "Who are you?" I furrowed my brows at the old man. "¿No hablas español?" (Don't you speak Spanish?) He scratched his chin. "Los Ganfornina son una de las familias más ricas de España. Es una pena que no hables español." (The Ganforninas are one of the richest families in Spain. It's a pity you don't speak Spanish.)

He teased and a giggle escaped her lips. “Now we have to learn Spanish.” “Si, mi vida.” “See what?” She looked around and a deep chuckle escaped his lips. “What?” She looked perplexed. “It means yes, my life.” “Oh…” Realization crossed her face. “Si, mi vida.” She recounted as she grabbed her iPad. “What’s Ace in Spanish then?” “You can just call me Ace. You don’t translate names.” “That’s logical…” “Si.” “That means yes.” She raised a brow.

Roman laughed, following a chuckle from Luke. "¿Siempre pronuncia mal las palabras en español (Does he always mispronounce Spanish words?)?" Luke asked. Whatever that was, he said, it made Roman laugh even more. "Siempre lo hace. Siempre pretende ser un español nativo, pero ni siquiera se acerca (He always does. He's always pretending to be a native Spanish but not even close)!" Roman replied, feeling comfortable talking with Luke. Luke, on the other hand, also felt the same, based on his genuine smile.