Turkish Novels & Stories

Gusto kong singhalan at batukan ito pero nang makita ko ang peaceful nitong mukha habang natutulog, parang nahabag ang kalooban ko at mas bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko na halos lumabas na sa ribcage ko. Nilapitan ko ito at dito ko napagmasadan ang sobrang gwapo nitong mukha, para talaga siyang mga Turkish Version. Long nose, thick eyebrow, Hearshaped lips, long lashes at kapag dilat ang mata ay sobrang ganda ng grayish nitong mga mata na may halong blue.

go. TBC

Up in the distance, there was a huge crowd, Gregory pointed "That's speakers corner, its where people can use their free speech to spread messages to the public" I looked to see a man speaking through a megaphone to the gathering crowd "That's Tommy Robinson, he's got a huge gathering as you can see, he's very popular" "Whats he protesting about?" I ask watching the crowd "He's protesting about young girls being raped by Muslim gangs, it's a big problem here, we should move, the police will be here soon" "Why?" "They don't like Tommy and what he stands for" "I don't get it?" I say confused

"That I don't need you." My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat I was certain he could hear. "Niklas—" "Let me touch you," his forehead met mine. "Just once. Just tonight. Then we go back to pretending." "Bitiremezsin," I whispered in Turkish. You can't end it. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "What?" "Bitiremezsin çünkü başlamadın bile." You can't end it because you haven't even started.

Trent barks, slamming the door. ********

Chapter 2 The Boss Giulia "Is it for me?" I asked, extending my hand towards the soda can he was holding out. "Yes, yes, here! The man doesn't look at us!" he replied, amused by the situation. I let out a sympathetic laugh when I heard his accent. It didn't sound like Italian, Spanish, French, or English. "Thank you. Is it Arabic?" I asked curiously, intrigued by his masculinity. He stroked his chest, and only then did I notice that his shirt was slightly open, revealing a very athletic chest. "Turkey!" he replied.

Ceyda was laying on his chest and he was playing with her hair. For the next few days, everything was good. They traveled to almost every famous city in Turkey. She took them to Cappadocia, Izmir, Antalya, Adana, Trabzon, Fethiye, Pamukkale. “Say Merhaba! Which means hello”— Ceyda said. “Hola, in my language.” — Alejandro chuckled “Let me teach you Turkish first. Then you can teach me Spanish.” — Ceyda said.

And I stop laughing now. "Seni seviyorum." I say back in Turkish. ... End.

So much like her brother. It seems as if he pays for every word that comes out of his mouth, that’s why he speaks so little. “Skylar, sevgilim can you pass me that?” “Sevgilim?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “Yes, sevgilim, that’s ‘my darling’ in Turkish, God I love their language. Ugh, one of my fave place so far to travel at, oooh let me tell you about my trip to Turquie--”