Novel & Cerita Spanish

"What don't you come under the light? I want to see the face of the devil." The screeching sound of a metal chair scrapping the stone floor ripped the silence apart, ending with a mature figure in jean and a white dress shirt appeared under the light. The sleeves were folded halfway up his hairy forearms. He wore a chestnut brown blazer over the dress shirt and finished it with a matching pair of Chelsea Khalid sat on the metal stool and sighed dramatically. "Happy now, hijo?" Hijo is Spanish for son. The word irritated Michael. It tasted worse than bile on his tongue. He made a mistake matching them together.

She walked up to the woman. "I'd like these." the woman looked at her confused, and Jillie looked a little frustrated. I laughed. “Quisiéramos comprar éstos.” (We'd like to buy these.) Jillie whipped her head around and looked at me. "You speak Spanish?" "Yes." "Well, that would have helped earlier." I walked over to them, and I saw the saleswoman take a step back. I looked her over. She was Portuguese. I hadn't noticed at first. For some reason unknown to me, Portuguese people had an unhealthy obsession with vampires.

Let's show him around campus and then break ties. I sprang up and said, "Come, let's go see the campus." "Can we do this the next day? I'm exhausted from practising." "Okay, then, let's go tomorrow." When I attempted to leave, he remarked, "Aren't you interested in getting to know me?" "No." "How heartbreaking. Una mujer, you just broke my heart." "What?" "I said you had just broken my heart." "No. You then said something like una..." "Oh, it's a lady. In Spanish, it means "woman." My father is Mexican, and my mother is American. I'm mixed." And he laughed at himself.

I yelled in the hope she could hear me but still no answer. "Cassandra" I warned shaking the door handle. "I'll kick this fucking door down if you don't open it" As soon as I was about to kick down the door it opened slowly revealing an angry Cassandra. "Maldito gilipollas, ¿tienes problemas de ira o algo así?!" Her Spanish accent dripping with anger but it kind of turned me on even though I had no idea what she was saying. (Spanish Translation: Fucking asshole, Do you have anger issues or something?!")

" ¿A qué te refieres, mamá? (What do you mean, Mom?)" Maria sighed with a heavy breath. "Ambos tenían amnesia. (Both of you had amnesia.)" "¿Cómo es que el rey Felipe II de España le permitió ser gobernadorcillo del Pueblo? (How come king Philip II of Spain allowed him to be the Pueblo's gobernadorcillo?)"

Without saying a word, I opened the door and was about to get down when his voice stopped me. "Si, soy español, " He said, making me bite back a smile. "Thank you for the date, Athena. I'm sorry for what happened." (Yes, I am Spanish) "You are not going to tell me what happened, are you?" He turned away, and I frowned. "Thought as much, " I said, then got out of the car without saying anything else. I didn't turn to look back until I entered my house. ****

Dionysus wanted to cry in pain and shout at Zoey but Zoey's cuteness while being tipsy was stopping him. "Hmm. What's the Spanish for 'you're beautiful'? Just curious, you know." "'You're beautiful'? Why would you ask that first? Are you gay?" Dionysus blew a deep breath. He doesn't want to repeat himself anymore. "Just answer the god-damned question." "Well. 'You're beautiful' in Spanish is 'eres hermosa' when you're referring to a girl and 'eres hermoso' when you're talking to a boy." "Really?" Then, Dionysus smiled. "Zoey, eres hermosa."

No sé español. The girl seemed a bit disappointed. But she tried again. ‘Ah! Hola. My name Annette. You from around?’ She offered a faint smile. ‘Mi nombre es Anubhav. Soy de la India.’ With the vigour of a five-year- old, Anubhav exhausted the entire list of Spanish words he had learned prior to arriving in Barcelona. ‘So ... you ... new here?’ ‘Si.’ Yes. Anubhav replied with a smile on his face.

I look at the Black Tiger who’s sitting next to the other window, “We should come back here. We need to get pictures.” Tiger turns and stares at me with a blank face. He leans his head toward me to say something and I do the same. I feel his warm breath against my ear and I hear him whisper, “Who said I want to come with you?” I roll my eyes and mentally curse him. “La empresa de la señora Romero está en este barrio, llegaremos ahí en cinco minutos.” says Pedro. Hearing him confirms that I’m in love with Spanish even though I can’t understand a single thing. t’s a sexy language.