Spanish Romance Novels & Stories

I love him. I searched her eyes for a moment, wondering what she said. “I love you. Te quiero. Eres mi corazón y mi alma.” [You are my heart and soul.] Smiling, I nodded. “Yo también te amo.” [I love you too.] She threw her head back and laughed. “Look at you, that high school Spanish coming in handy!” Ron behind me also was laughing and I started to laugh as well. She kissed my lips again and leaned into me, her attention moving back to the band playing. Ron was still watching us, but I leaned my head on hers and let my eyes settle on the yard.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

“Come inside.” I dried his hair with a towel while he sat silently at the edge of the couch. The scent of chicken tinola filled the small space—his homemade dinner, spiced exactly how I liked it. I didn’t have to ask. “You’re not afraid this is all for nothing?” I asked quietly, towel still in my hand. Romero looked up at me with an expression I hadn’t seen in years. Devotion. Not the kind forged by obsession or longing—but by choice. “I’m not doing this for a reward, Carmenta,” he said. “I’m doing this because you deserve to see what love looks like without pain in its hands.”

He would put on an apron and research recipes whenever I said I had no appetite, and he would hold me and sing me lullabies whenever I could not sleep. They said the heir to the mafia family was cold and heartless, because he saved all his warmth for me. I once thought his warmth was mine forever, too. Now, though, I knew that this marriage was just another way for him to shield and protect Summer. “Oh, right,” Victor said casually, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

gawd she was asking a lot of questions. “We are now on good terms, that’s all you need to-” she sniffed me. “The hell?” “You smell different. Hay mucho más que necesito saber, reina (There’s a lot more I need to know queen.)” Had she gone mad? She was taking these Spanish lessons a little too seriously. I rolled my eyes and in seconds the secret was all out. “Alright. We kissed, he was so fucking good, he apologized for the one thousandth time, I wasn’t having it anymore, so I kissed him-”

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

Gelo has never made you feel this way, which is reasonable since you never loved him in the first place. but Genesis right in front of you, staring at you like you are an expensive gem to him just made you feel some other type of the way—just a single touch can make your organs explode. Gelo notices your nervousness, so he brings his face close to your neck—his lips biting your skin, which made your bare blossoms hardened. his arms still wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling your bareback. you never felt like this before...is this what you call affection? is this the feeling that you needed?

“For the first time in my life, I found myself wanting a woman even more after I had her in my king-size bed. Usually, there was no the day after with other women. But with you…” Gabriel bent his head toward her. Calleigh couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe… Couldn’t think. His voice was like champagne. With every word, Gabriel was getting her drunk with desire… “The more I had of you, mi cielo (Spanish for ‘sweetheart’),” he whispered near her ear, sending her chills up and down her spine, “the more I wanted you, your body, everything related to you. I was under your spell… Like I am now. Like I’ll always be.”