Spanish Novels & Stories

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.

he said seductively. I shook my head a little too hard, "no. No. I am glad you didn’t." "I am sorry for hanging up like that. Necesitaba pensar." Pensar. Is that think? Goddess, I needed to learn Spanish if I was going to continue talking to Diego. "It’s okay," I lied. "Is it?" Diego asked, looking at me. I sighed, "fine. I cried, okay. I was scared you wouldn’t call me anymore, and I look forward to our calls. It makes me happy when I talk to you."

Exhausting. I collapsed onto the bed, ready to steal five minutes of rest before the chaos began again. Then my phone rang. I groaned, reaching for it with eyes half-shut. Caller ID: Rolin. And just like that—I was wide awake. Spanish terms and meanings Si las desperdicias te golpearé.- if you waste them I’ll beat you. Caldo gallego- à soup

Barcelona, known for its unique blend of Catalan and Spanish influences, promised Luna an unforgettable experience filled with art, history, and culinary delights. Her first stop was the iconic Sagrada Familia, the renowned masterpiece of architect Antoni Gaudí. Luna stood in awe of the towering basilica, marveling at its intricate facades and the play of light filtering through the stained glass windows. She spent hours exploring the interior, taking in the breathtaking beauty and the spiritual atmosphere that filled the space.

Chapter 37 Across~ Sophia We got to Spain at noon. The weather was pretty nice. When we left the airport to where we'd be staying, I couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of Spain. I love the Spanish language but it was just too hard to learn. I could speak Ten different languages and Spanish wasn't one of them.

“Are you trying to mess with me?” His expression went cold instantly. “Look, lady, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. Either say the fucking password in Spanish… or get the hell out of this property.” I swallowed hard. Yeah… he was definitely getting pissed. “O-okay… tiger, calm down,” I muttered under my breath, raising my hands slightly. Bad idea. Very bad idea. His eyes darkened at that. Right. Focus. Spanish. I glanced back at the wolf statue, my pulse kicking up. My Spanish was rusty at best, and now of all times my brain wanted to go blank. Lunar… okay, that stays the same. Gate… puerta, righ

I take all the cash I had on me and hurriedly give them all to him and give him Spencer's business card which I always carry when he comes near me to take me off the bike as he couldn't win with Spencer. “We are gonna give it back, we swear. Just call this number! We are really in need of this bike! Don't get angry. We are sorry. Lo siento!” Before the man can calm down and say anything, Spencer starts the bike. It all happened so fast that I don't even know what just happened. “Désolé is French for sorry while Lo siento means sorry in Spanish.” Spencer thinks it's a good time to lecture me on language in this situation.

- Note) - he looked at me puzzled. - I don't speak English. I don’t understand you, - I tried to explain it to him again. Remembering that I could write to him, I took out my phone, opening the translator. -I'm from Spain. Where are you from? Spain. Europe? Not? America? (I'm from Spain. Where are you from? Spain. Europe? No? America? - Note) Guessing what he was asking, I immediately said: - Russia. I'm from Russia.

Her eyes held a fury so fiery it made her nostrils flare and her breaths short and rapid. Captured by my disappointed eyes which held a different kind of heartbreak, my passive tone was any less filled with emotions, as I said, "Es eso asi... What I do during my leisure is none of your business dear mother." I knew very well she knew little about Spanish. My grandma wasn't Spanish yet somehow she learned it and proceeded to teach me which I learned. So I was multilingual – English, Spanish, Italian and German too.

He eyed her and then the car before looking back to her, a smirk overtaking his lips. “Well, doesn’t matter if you are, I’ll be the judge,” he retorted grabbing his dick to show what he meant. She rolled her eyes, bringing forth a snarl from him. “No ruedes los ojos, perra (don’t roll your eyes, bitch).” This time it was her turn to smirk. As if she didn’t know Spanish.