Spanish Novels & Stories

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.

He squinted at the page, lips moving awkwardly as he tried to read a simple line in Spanish. “‘Romeo… y… Julieta… es… tragico…’” he stammered, mangling the pronunciation so badly it made my teeth ache. “No!” I said, leaning forward. “It’s trágico, with the accent on the ‘a’. Say it again.” He groaned, dragging his hand down his face. “Why the hell does the school want us to read Romeo and Juliet in Spanish? We are not in high school!” “You need it to pass,” I said, voice firm, trying not to smile at his dramatic sighs. “So you don’t have a choice in this matter.”

) 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.”

“Don’t you already know where we are? Why are you asking me the language?” I gave him a sheepish smile. “I’m not exactly sure where we are.” The place was beautiful but there weren’t a lot of people present. It was like the city was empty. I had plans of visiting Spain but I never researched past Madrid and Barcelona. “We’re in Bilbao and I was speaking Basque.” “They don’t speak Spanish here?” “They do. The languages are used interchangeably. Is your Spanish good?”

Denver chews his food while the Don is embellishing his food for killing his time. "My bad, again…." Denver beseeches out of the anxiousness of his silence. Angelito smiles like normal, even it's not normal for him to smile around even with his two annoying best friends. "No hay problema," he responded in a coaxing manner. Denver's heart is about to jump out from his shoulder because Angelito is so adorable when speaking in a Spanish accent. "You're a Spanish?" he asked curiously. For him to feed his inquisitiveness, Angelito nods. "Yes, half-Spanish to be exact. How about you, cutie pie?"

“Send it in Spanish, I’ll have it translated.” “Okay, okay, I will.” So she sent him a P*F with what she’d written so far, for him to do whatever he wanted with it. The next day, Deborah squinted at the flash drive in Jim’s hand. “You want me to find a what?” “A Spanish translator. But it can’t be any translator, ‘cause it’s Argentinean Spanish, and she told me it’s different from regular Spanish.” “Can’t she translate it for you?” “She’s busy.”

Evie gushed, remembering her experience weeks ago "I also bought some books to read so I can read Spanish. Can you speak Spanish, Astrid?" The woman chuckled, her eyes glinting. "Why of course. I grew up in Spain, Español is my mother tongue. Do you want me to teach you?" Genevieve's eyes widened in surprise, and her hands waved in front of her "Oh no, I don't want to be a bother. You're a busy woman, and I'm sure you've got more things to do. I don't want to take more of your time, and besides, Alvaro has been a very good teacher to me."

I knew there were similarities between Spanish and Italian but I was dumbfounded by so many phrases that translated so differently across the languages. He had just taught me a Spanish phrase that was supposedly offensive but when directly translated meant ‘go fry asparagus.’ The phrase had me keeling over in moments and for some reason I found tears rolling down my face. It was the first time that we had laughed like this and it was something that seemed to strengthen the bond between us.

Ashley version of events at fourteen years-old “What do we have here? Are these the cupcakes Luna Minerva asked for?” Mama sauntered into the kitchen and approaches the big island. Without asking my permission, she dipped a finger in the icing batter for the cupcakes to taste my creation, “Mmm. Buenísimo. Esto está delicioso hija, felicidades." (Good. This is delicious, daughter, congratulations.) Luna will be thrilled to know you excelled yourself for the occasion. She might want you to take over your kitchen duties when she sees these delicious cupcakes for tonight’s party. She specially instructed the menu for her son's shifting celebration.” Mama said proudly, lacing her words with a thi

“No sabía que hablaba español.” Rachel smiled slightly. “Lo aprendí cuando era niña.” Antonio laughed softly, clearly impressed. “Perfecto. Entonces podemos hablar sin que Dominic nos interrumpa.” Dominic raised an eyebrow as the two of them continued speaking. Rachel’s Spanish flowed naturally, her tone confident and smooth. Antonio listened with growing amusement. Several others nearby began paying attention. One of them leaned closer to Dominic. “She speaks Spanish?” Dominic’s eyes remained on Rachel. “Yes.”