Spanish Novels & Stories

“Tell me Julius, how did you do with the language?” Hansen settled into the cabinet again. His countenance improved a little. “In the beginning it took me a lot to learn it. This language is not easy, especially with the genres. You have to say the gender of animals and people, for example: perro and perra, gato and gata, profesor and profesora, maestro and maestra, amigo and amiga, and so on. It is difficult indeed, and to write it is worse: the accent can change the meaning of a word, or of an entire sentence, and to top it off, to put a "hairline" on top of the vowel.

We are done, Ivy,” he said, his voice flat, final. “You wanted me to say it in person… There it is. I’m breaking up with you.” My chest tightened like someone had grabbed it and squeezed. “If you didn’t hear me clearly in English,” he added, voice still cold, “let me say it in Spanish.. Estoy rompiendo contigo.” I froze. My breath caught. The words stung worse than anything else. Then I heard a voice calling out his name.

[147] As a lingua franca or creole language of Filipinos, major languages of the country like Chavacano, Cebuano, Tagalog, Kapampangan, Pangasinan, Bikol, Hiligaynon, and Ilocano assimilated many different words and expressions from Castilian Spanish. Chavacano is the only Spanish-based creole language in Asia. Its vocabulary is 90 percent Spanish, and the remaining 10 percent is a mixture of predominantly Portuguese, Nahuatl (Mexican Indian), Hiligaynon, and some English. Chavacano is considered by the Instituto Cervantes to be a Spanish-based language.[148][failed

) one of my staff said. Another followed, “Buen regreso, Señora.” (“Happy return, Madam,”) I smiled and replied, “Gracias.” (“Thank you.”) They led us to our vehicle. “Mommy, how many months will we be here in Spain?” Xenna asked me. “Mami, ¿cuántos meses estaremos aquí en España?” “I don’t know yet, baby. Maybe when everything is okay,” I replied. “No lo sé, bebé. Tal vez cuando todo esté bien.”

No te dejes acostumbrar por la tristeza Whoever loves you will love you like a princess Quien te quiera te querrá como princesa Get it out of your head Ya sácalo de tu cabeza Forget that they ever did you wrong Olvídate que alguna vez te hicieron mal And you will see that the heart heals again Y verás que el corazón vuelve a sanar let it go Ya déjalo ir That there is no need to suffer this way Que no hay que sufrir de esta manera because it's not worth it Porque no vale la pena Let him go out of your life Deja que se vaya de tu vida That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal Let him go out of your lif

He chuckles, "I've missed the sound of your voice, mija. It's been a while since our last phone call." "I know-I'm really sorry. Jayden and I have been busy with the winter and Yule," I respond in Spanish. He prefers me to speak to him like this, and I can't personally object. Spanish is all I have left of my Mom... "I miss you-how is everything in Abrego?"

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.

The aroma of delicious food wafted through the apartment, and the family gathered around the table, eager to dig in. Devon, Annabelle, and Camille sat down together, enjoying the special meal prepared just for them. The table was filled with an assortment of Spanish dishes, including paella, tortilla española, and patatas bravas.

“Do you know what ‘Asturia’ means?” I blinked at him. “Uh…” “It’s an autonomous community in Spain,” he said proudly, hoping for some kind of reaction. “So this is a very refined Spanish cuisine. A lot of people don’t know that.” “Oh.” I bit back a sigh, pursing my lips. “I didn’t realize.” “And have you heard of Iberico pork?” he pressed, his tone taking on a little bit of arrogance. I gave him a tight smile. “Yes, I have.”

“Authorized personnel as in just the numbered guys?” “Numbered?” He asks back. “You know, you… Dos, Tres, Seis, Seite,” I say while animatedly tapping my fingers. “Well, I can count in Spanish now. Although I’d say it’s kinda discriminatory to the other workers that it’s always just you guys.”