Spanish Romance Novels & Stories

“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.

He leaned forward again, letting his mouth graze hers in the quiet, heavy tension of the room. "No tienes idea de lo que has despertado, Dulzura," he rasped. (“You have no idea what you have awakened, Sweetness.") Viola’s mind short-circuited. The deep, rolling Spanish sent a fresh shiver straight down her spine. She didn't understand the words, but the dark, dangerous promise in his tone made her stomach drop. "W-what?" she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–" And just like that, I found myself kissing the prince.

They are going to learn exactly how wrong they are. I let my fingers brush lightly against her hip. Her skin is warm, almost fevered from the night we shared, and that single touch sends a slow burn through my chest. With passion and touch, my Spanish blood runs hot. My Argentinian blood runs fierce, knowing desire is a game of endurance as much as heat, where every move conquers. My American blood runs restless, always chasing, always wanting more. Together, they make me a man who never forgets the feel of a woman who responds to him.

Chapter Forty-Eight Translations Spanish Peguena llama-- Little Flame Spanish Aliento de dragon-- Dragon Breath Spanish Pequena Princesa-- Little Princess Our torn lovers seem to be able to match one another in wit and intellect, but are never on the same page emotionally. Does anyone remember any of the other languages our pair have tried to fool one another with? Happy Reading and dont forget to join the F.B. group to keep up with updates since my schedule is more unpredictable than Murdok's temper

she warned “Why would he want to tear my dress?” I asked in confusion “He is Spanish, No?” I nodded wondering how that had to do with anything “They are creatures of passion, darling and he is going to want to destroy your pussy maybe even make sure you never get fucked by another man ever again” That sounded extremely scary and at the same time very thrilling and I could feel my core clench in the anticipation of the night

I smile at her. “Then I want my mate” she says with a little growl….. before kissing me…. Nipping my bottom lip with her teeth as she does… running her hand roughly through my hair…. She whispers some Spanish naughty words into my ear before kissing me again……Mmmm seems I have definitely got myself a little firecracker for a mate…..

I try to smile. “Nothing better could have happened to you.” He puts a lock of hair behind my ear and I remember that I need to fix this damn hairstyle. “She even referred me to some romance and fashion books.” I change the subject. “Fashion I get but Romance? I would never imagine you enjoying romance.” He laughs casually. “There are tastes for everything, isn't there? I like romance stories.” I shrug. “Since you like novels and stories, do you want to hear a story?” I turn to face him, placing my elbow on the back of the sofa and resting my hand on my chin. “It's a story here from Spain; quite famous by the way.”

He has heard of it, but never truly experienced it for himself. "Love is romance." he answered briefly, hoping that his answer would suffice. "And what is romance?" Asty continues to test him. "I've read it in novels. It is when a man or a woman starts to develop feelings for each other." "Romance coexists in love," Asty told her with her calm, dreamy eyes. "Love is compassion towards other people. It is a feeling that never goes away. If it goes away, then it is merely infatuation."