Spanish Novels & Stories

A few minutes of staring contest between me and the guard past and the guy appeared behind him. “Como estas, senor diestra?” ‘how are you Mr right hand man’ he asked “Soy Bueno, y tu?” ‘Am good and yourself?’ I answered “Estoy bien” ‘Am fine’ he answered but that is as far as my Spanish goes, if he wants to continue this conversation he will have to speak English. “Do you mind changing the language to English? My Spanish is not that good.” He nodded.

Zehra said. “Yeah?” “Do you guys know, like, sorcery and stuff?” Nora stared in confusion. “You guys? What?” “I mean, gypsies...” “Oh.” “So, do you?” “Well I personally don’t, but I guess the others do. We do have a lot of traditions and superstitions and weird practices.” “Ooh! Cool,” “Yeah. I also know a bit of colloquial Arabic from when we were in Egypt. And a bit of Spanish from Andalusia. Oh, and a bit of Hindi and even some Welsh. I’ve always been good with languages,”

He already heard her clearly: "Ey, Katy, this is where it goes down. I think this is where the noise came from, ”said a young man's voice. He spoke English almost fluently, but a slight Spanish accent betrayed his true origins. Damn it, so close. Why hadn't he been able to control himself earlier? In anger, he gritted his teeth at his own stupidity. But it had happened and nothing could be changed.

Pouting I stare out the window "James, libera el campo de tiro (James, free up the shooting range)" he says and he hangs up "You speak Spanish" I quiz "Si'" "Eso es caliente(that's hot)" I whisper out "You speak Spanish!", he gently grabs my chin to look at him "Yes and I understand it too, thank you " I smile sweetly "No problem," he says fixing his tie "How many languages do you speak" I quiz "12," he says ever so proudly "That's just 7 more than me, impressive" I nod proudly

They were thrilled and excited about this new life that was coming into the world. I still can’t believe that this is my life now. The view out our bedroom window spreads out before me, the Mediterranean in gorgeous shades of blue, sparkling beneath the sun. Spain feels like home to me now, even if I’m still learning Spanish. Miguel is a patient teacher, and his rewards are always worth the time spent studying. Just thinking about the way he’d rewarded me last night has my pussy growing wet.

He'd say puta which I learned was bitch in Spanish. I was just surprised Mateo didn't pick up his language. "No," he said to someone over the phone and did that laugh. That laugh where I'd often thought he was amused but he'd end up saying something threatening. "Hijo de puta! I said I want it finished by tomorrow or else. I don't care who fucked up. Fix it." He cut the call. "La concha de tu madre." "That sounded bad," I sighed. "Everything okay?" "I just haven't been away for so long and I was setting up something important before we left."

"On one condition..." —————— What do you think is Old Master Winter's condition? Something simple? Or, something hard? Do let me know. *** Abuela is the Spanish word for Grandmother, and Niño is the word for son. Forgive me but along the lines, there will be more Spanish words but, I promise to always indicate their meanings at the bottom of every chapter.

Warren remained sad, but now shared it with his mother's girlfriend. “Sounds like a plan, guapito.” “What does that mean?” Warren asked out of curiosity. “It means handsome in Spanish. It’s Specifically used to describe someone your age.” Nerea turned the key and the engine purred to life. “I know this is the last question you want to answer, but how are you dealing with everything?” “I don’t know right now. I know it feels good to be in the presence of a live human being,” Warren let out a big yawn.

His embrace tightens but it wasn't hurting me. "I'll miss you." He says to my ear. I smile. "Te echaré de menos." I answered him. He spins me around and asks, "What was that you just said?" I chuckle. "I said I'll miss you." He kisses my forehead. "Then, te echaré de mentos." I laugh against his chest. "It's menos." He laughs at himself. "I'm sorry." I look up at him and smiled. "You need to learn some Spanish, Gage Stockholm."

And Darryl had a strong feeling that this town is where everything started. "¿Puedo ayudarte? (Can I help you?") "Uhm, Buscando un hotel." (Looking for a hotel.) "A dos cuadras de aquí, Hotel España." (Two blocks from here, Hotel Spain." "Gracias." (Thank you.) Darryl walked his way to the direction that the nice Spanish lady told him. Spain is very different in America. There may be modern structures, but the ambiance of medieval Spain still lingers on.