Spanish Novels & Stories

She asked. “Yeah,” I nodded. “Do you speak English?” “I do,” she replied. “I speak three languages. French, Spanish, and English.” “Sounds like someone has a thing for languages…” I teased. “Yeah,” she said, blushing. “Nice to meet you. My name is Martinez.” “I'm Julian,” I replied and shaked her hands warmly. “Are you Spanish?” “You could say so,” Martinez replied. “My father is British while my mother is Spanish. I grew up with my maternal grandmother so you know…”

Rae asked, her nose wrinkling in curiosity. "It's Spanish," Severa replied, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "It means 'all finished,' just like the cookies." "Oh! Todo terminado!" Rae echoed gleefully, hopping up and down. With a smile, Severa faced Estrada. "I'll pack these up for you so you can go home. Your parents wouldn't want to eat cold cookies." Estrada smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Severa." He blinked at a dusting of flour on her nose, effectively making the older girl laugh.

The Montez Mansion Rafael's POV I walk into the house and hear mom screaming in Spanish, so I know for sure she's mad. Dad says when she's angry, her Spanish queen comes out and all hell breaking loose will soon follow. "Rafael, haga entrar su culo aquí!" (Get your ass in here!) I walk into the kitchen and see my brothers and baby sister sitting at the table. My mother is tapping her foot impatiently and my father is finishing dinner.

"I have missed you so much, honey… your presence is much better than Spain itself.” Grandpa Harper was born in Texas, but his late wife was from Spain, and she had influenced the family greatly with the beautiful Spanish culture. She could remember when Sebastian got mad at his business partners—the ass-wipe would always curse in Spanish she couldn't understand. “I brought you your favorite chocolates and your favorite flowers…” They both sniffed the tulip flowers, bursting into soft chuckles, not minding the murmurs going on around them or the piercing gazes. “You shouldn't be taking that, Father."

He looked at me while speaking in Spanish, and then motioned for me to come closer with a finger gesture. I did what he wanted, and he grabbed my waist. Close our bodies and kiss my lips briefly. And then spoke again, looking me deep and cold in the eye and something like, “Terminarlos.” get out from his mouth. Then he hung up, put his phone on the table and kissed me again.

Pero means but. Hush. I thought for a moment, more back to when Elsa would bilingually mutter under her breath. "Pedidos?" She turned from the filing cabinet, smiling. "Exacto! Pedidos. You're getting better, chica! Now, let me see.. Ah, sí! Los pedidos de mantenimiento... Ah, here they are!" That was exacto the way I'd learnt the words for orders and maintenance. She pulled out a folder for me and held it out smiling.

Each time this happened he bowed and apologized. “Please don’t worry,” she begged at last. “I'm only sorry that my Spanish isn’t good enough to make things easier for you.” “You speak Spanish?” Matt looked surprised. “Tom didn’t say.” “That’s because it’s only schoolgirl Spanish,” she explained. “I can get by in a restaurant or ask the way if I’m lost, but I don’t know any of the technical stuff, so I’m afraid it’s not much use at all as far as work is concerned.”

Emelia cuts through my thoughts. “Fine, should be easy enough, it's one kid.” I let out, “How bad can it be?” “Yay,” her lips stretch into a grin. “Layla, this is Caelum, mi hermano, decir hola.” Of course she knows Spanish, her mother is part Mexican but I'm baffled by how a child so little bilingual.

“Can't you understand simple English?” Sierra looked at him abashed and then once again extended her lips to a smile. “Spanish men are players but they are charmers with their accents and their big smiles.” “Who told you that I belong to Spain? I am a born and brought up New Yorker.” Saul flipped the last set of pancakes in the pan.

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.