Spanish Novels & Stories

He thought Jonty was having a go at him. ‘You,’ the Spaniard searched his poor English vocabulary for an offensive word, ‘cunt,’ he said, glowing inside when he saw the storm-clouds roll across Jonty’s face. They squared off. The rest of the workers, a mixture of French, Portuguese, and the ubiquitous English of these parts, downed tools and watched. The effect, though potentially violent, was comic, because the Spaniard only came up as high as the Englishman’s navel. Jonty, sensing a kindred spirit in the little but passionate man, suddenly felt a friendliness towards someone who was clearly very, very brave.

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.

“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,” “Wait, you know Arabic? Keyf-al-haal ya habibti!” “Whoa dude, I was like, really young. And it was just a bit of local Egyptian Arabic that we needed for our stay there, though I do plan on learning it.” Zehra dimmed. “Oh, alright. Would’ve been cool to have someone to speak in Arabic to. By the way, what’s the time?” “7.20 pm” Zehra jumped up. “Astaghfirullah, I haven’t prayed Maghrib! Do you have a mat?”

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.

I drove us home from the airstrip and Alvaro kept his hand on my leg the entire time. He was on the phone with someone and every time he'd raise his voice I'd feel his grip tighten slightly. He was worse on the plane. I had to put on my headphones and go sit in the room. He was a person whose basic vocabulary and his go-to proverbial was fuck and then when the word fuck wasn't getting his point across. He'd say puta which I learned was bitch in Spanish.

"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."