Spanish Romance Novels & Stories

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

She greeted her with a smile, a simple gesture that could bring a man down. "Buenos dias mi querida esposa. (Good morning, my dear wife.)" He replied as he pecked a kiss on her cheeks. The la sirvienta watched them having their first breakfast as newlyweds. They are the couple that everyone would admire. It is not easy to marry someone of Spanish descent if you are pure blooded Filipino. Luckily, Leticia is a mestiza and her beauty could not be written in any dictionary because the meaning is beyond words and letter, her beauty possesses a spell that can bewith and capture such a gentleman.

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.

He was my home. He pressed his forehead to mine, his whisper a gentle murmur of words I didn’t fully comprehend but felt completely. French words that flowed from his lips like poetry. “Mon coeur… ma vie… mon âme.” My heart… my life… my soul. Every word sent a shiver through me, melted me, convinced me of a love so strong it could conquer anything. I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

I said and pulled her in for a hug as I couldn't help the giddiness I felt when she winked at me. "Siempre estarás en mi corazón, Mi Amor." She whispered, and I never felt such an incredible feeling of being truly loved by someone I love. It's amazing. "Oh, so we're speaking Spanish now?" I chuckled and felt her kiss my head. "Sí." She replied and broke off from the hug, and she looked at me. Damn, truth be told, she sounds so sexy. She did top in our Spanish class, even though I'm the Hispanic one.

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 yelled at her, he could feel the blood in his vein running so wild, his heart didn't stop racing. Bella raised an eyebrow, "Lies?" She inquired in a mockery tone, "The truth is standing right before your eyes and you are telling me this is all lies?" She asked him but she sounded more like a statement than a question. Dennis whose face was so pale that one could take him for.a ghost, he glanced at the paper with eyes red with tears. "This is not true, no way! This can't be true" he turned to look at Bella, "Cassandra can't be my aunt, she is my lover and the woman I want to spend eternity with, no way!" He yelled out with pain.

"Has it only been that long? Don't you know, the mere sight of you instantly fills me with endless desire? I want you, more than anything else in this world…" His usual sappy, romantic drivel… it all just sounded like cruel mockery, now. Endless desire, huh? Wasn't she only a toy, for practice? Hadn't he had quite enough fun with her yet, over these past five years? She turned aside from an incoming attempt to kiss her. "Is that so?" she murmured coldly. "And what if you were never able to lay your hands upon me, ever again?" At last, Joseph began to realize that something might be amiss. He paused in thought for a moment. "You love me; I love you. We are in love. What could keep us apart?"

“My head’s a mess. You can’t be my boss and my woman at the same time. Though you’d still be the boss when you’re my woman but that’s different.” His words made me giggle. I felt his thumb gently touching my lips. “Entre tu sonrisa y tus labios me pierdo; no sé cuál deseo más, si mirarte… o besarte.” (Between your smile and your lips I lose myself; I don’t know which I desire more; to look at you… or to kiss you.) The first Spanish he’d ever whispered to me and enough to take me over the Moon. I answered with action, rose on tiptoes and pressed my lips to his as the answer; to deny all the misunderstandings this time.

This woman is really testing the limits of my patience. "You want an explanation?" "Yes!" "Well listen carefully. Whatever relationship we had before, it was purely friendship, Meldrid. There were no romantic feelings attached whatsoever. Now if you think I fooled you and turned my back on you, then all I can say is I am not to blame because you were the only one deluding yourself that there was something between us. I changed? Damn! I didn't change, Meldrid. The only difference is that I am truly in love now, and that is who I am right now," I said firmly.