Spanish Novels & Stories

“Spanish. It is a very beautiful language. I learned some words when I travelled to Spain and Argentina with my late father and the queen.” Axel nodded. “How do we say I love you in Spanish?” “Te amo,” the king said with an attractive accent, staring at his husband right into his eyes. “Te amo,” Axel repeated and smiled shyly. “It feels so romantic.” “It is.” Lucian nodded. “In our free time, I will ask sir Daniel to lend us one of his planes to travel to Spain. You will like that country.” “Planes? What are planes?” Axel asked confusingly.

Hmm, I can't ever get enough craze of woods on peaks which resulted in a push to work in Target at my late 16; saving money for Spain. GOD, I LOVE Spain. I'm forcing myself to keep working because as much as I want to go there; no words can describe my urge. The Spaniards are friendly, kind, and enthusiastic; mainly like me. Especially if compared to the majority of Americans. Everything is good but the best thing about them is Food, Spanish meals would contain one or two courses and a dessert. I can't wait to go there and try their original tortillas with some hot n spicy salsa, after that some sweet Crema Catalana. Sometimes, I wonder how handsome Spnairds w

- 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.

Alana MADRID Capital of Spain. Where I grew up and lived. Return, disembark at Barajas airport to the sound of Mardy Boom by the Monkeys in my player, it brings me a feeling of homesickness, I remember the good times I had in this beautiful city, full of colors and flavors. I look around me, and I see people, some celebrating their arrival, others saying goodbye, and it reminds me of the day I left, and went to live in Brazil. At that moment, I really thought leaving was the solution, but it wasn't.

That I should let them live their life as new found adults. But that's clearly a load of bull if my eldest brother turns up on our doorstep bloodied and bruised, and not to mention almost unconscious. Raúl stirs on the bed. My brothers are heavily Spanish, you can tell by their tanned skin and mixed dialect. Other than our eyes, you'd never be able to tell we were siblings. Their mother is from Spain, unlike mine who was born and raised here in Astrophel. A beautiful city, might I add. I don't know what's going to happen when he wakes up. Will he say thank you and leave? Or will he stay for breakfast?

, My voice made her stop in mid motion. “You finally awake bitch”, She chuckled as she sauntered towards me. “Yep, chained but still happy not like you, amplio coño”, l chuckled too at the end. “Amplio coño”, She had confusion all over her face and that made me to laugh. “What does that mean you bitch, l know it’s Spanish so tell me before I kill you”, She hissed out.

(Did you have fun, lily? "My name is Isabelle. I'm sure Don told you. And you guys know I don't know Italian, so maybe you should stop talking as if you are in L'Italie. Sí?" I rolled my eyes. What a bunch of morons. It was so fun for them to confuse me with their language. If I knew another language I’d use it with them. "Sí," He grinned. "L'Italie is French, by the way." Oh.

I lashed out. "You talk to them, don't you?" He asked, staring daggers at me, his anger and frustration palpable. "I even had Ice to check up on them twice! Isn't that enough?!" "It's not enough!" "No tengo tiempo para tus tonterías!" He snapped, his words a furious torrent of Spanish. "Say that in English, dickhead!" I spat, my own anger boiling over.