Spanish Romance Novels & Stories

“And so did you, I see.” My giggle turned into a moan as he bit my pointy tip playfully. “Roman...” I speared my fingers through his long, silky hair. “¿sí?” oh god. I don’t know why when he speaks in his native language, even just a syllable, turns me beyond comprehension. “dime lo que quieres, mi amor.” [tell me what you want, my love.] And apparently, he knew its effect on me, too. “You... I want you, Roman.”

He almost corrected her. That was not why Romilda wanted to go to Spain. It was not for bullfighting. It was for a spiritual journey. Something so meaningful and deeply personal—how could Romilda forget? “Yes, and you said, what if the cloth was not red, but pink instead,” Matteo added calmly. Romilda laughed dryly. “Ah, yes… I almost forgot about that. It sounds silly, does not it?” “Yes, very silly,” Matteo replied with a smile.

Romero looked at Franco and Luca, ‘I’ve had enough of these idiots, that’s twice I’ve had to cancel my trip to see Tash, she’s going to think I don’t love her anymore. Franco shook his head, ‘Nah, Boss, she’s crazy about you, she loves you to bits.’ Romero laughed, ‘Well she’d better because I worship the ground she walks on, now, let’s round-up that last of these fucking Columbians so I can go show her how much she means to me.’

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

Romance. What was the definition of romance? In my understanding, it was a moment or collage of a few flashes that stayed with a person for the rest of their life. Whenever the person they cherished came to their mind, it was those moments that spontaneously knocked on the door of their heart that thrived a wide smile on our faces.

“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.

Her friends screamed excited as Alejandro smiled and winked at her making her blush. Note: I added the explanation for the types of divorce in Spain for you guys to understand it well, that's why I added the source as well for future reference. Thank you.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

I mean, I've heard them all speak Spanish, but to imply one brother does it better than the others is just weird! “Ooo, that’s sexy”, adds Courtney. “Mmm”, I would have to agree. I think it’s sexy just listening to the Knight’s all talk Spanish around me, even though I have no idea what they’re saying. “Let’s do Ritmo”, Jonny suddenly says. “Oye you’re doing the Spanish rap, you know we can’t speak that fast”, (hey) Liam says and Jonny just shrugs. “Okay, mi Amor. Ladies first”, (my love) Jonny says, causing the girls to look back and forth between the two of us oddly.

The wolf family was sent away with their lives, but the father felt insulted by her intervention and was bothered the entire day. Unable to hide his displeasure, he summoned her to his private court and accused her of adultery. Astonished, the mother tried bravely to defend her honor, but her fate was sealed even before she stepped foot in his court. When she attempted to beckon to his better nature, one that he did not possess, he flung her across the room where she was pinned by a tusk hanging from the wall. Her lifeless body was tossed into the woods, unburied and without her honour as a Luna. Since then, I have detested my father’s anger above all things.