Spanish Novels & Stories

she scoffed. “I’m sorry baby, I’m deeply sorry” I said this time with more seriousness and sympathetic look on my face. “Lo siento” I said putting on a puppy dog face. “Lo siento?” She said with a smile on her face, “you speak Spanish”? She asked looking marvelled. “Yes, Bebe” I took the chance to move closer to her, now where just an inch apart “My Abuela is Spanish” I said. This time I wasn’t concentrating on what she’s gonna say next, my eyes lingered over her lips, oh fuck devil.

Ana furrowed her brow, knowing that Levi could speak Spanish, but she remembered that her late father-in-law had Spanish heritage. “Maximiliano, This is Ana Mystica,” Martin introduced Maximiliano, who smiled in return. “Hello? I’m not good at English, but I can tell you that you are the most beautiful of all the women here,” Maximiliano said with a smile as he kissed Ana's hand, which Martin brushed off, causing Maximiliano and Ana to laugh together. “My friend, I don’t like girls,” Maximiliano said. Martin nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah! Lo sé, Rio también está aquí. (I know, Rio is here too.)”

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. ****

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.

She was months away from marrying a Spanish man and yet she spoke no Spanish. I’m not one to talk though I can understand the majority of the language but yet I myself can not speak the language. Lorenzo is basically fluent but never uses the language and Diego, well he’s just too lazy to even try and learn his native tongue.