Western Romance Languages Novels & Stories

I said surprising him (thank you, you look handsome as well) "You know Spanish?!" Someone from behind screams. I jump and nearly fall but luckily Raphael catch me before I could hit the ground "Careful," he said "Thanks," I replied and when I got up I turned to see my whole family and his looking at us "You didn't answer my question," Chase said "Uhm well, I know a lot of languages," "Really, that's cool what other languages do you know?" El said excitedly "Well I can speak French, Spanish, Italian, German, Arabic, Portuguese, Dutch, Greek, Turkish, Danish, Polish, and Romanian"

The lady asked and then started walking immediately, I followed her. “Valencia… Valencia Torres… I really love…” I said. “Whatever just follow me.” She said rudely cutting me off. “Which of the prestigious werewolf colleges do you attend?” She asked as she walked. “I haven’t been to college yet.” I replied she stopped and then turned to face me. “How many languages do you speak? Italian? French? German? Czech?” She asked again now studying me with keen eyes. “Just English.” I replied I am starting to feel embarrassed although I am not really sure why.

I stop my faintest admiration of her gorgeous face and stalk further into the room. I pause by the shelf where the hierarchy of werewolves books are and I pick the one my father had written about us. Unfortunately, Rain will not understand the wordings because it's written in our ancient language—- Amidelik. “Strange words. I can't understand them.” She says, mindlessly touching the pages of the book.

“Tell me Julius, how did you do with the language?” Hansen settled into the cabinet again. His countenance improved a little. “In the beginning it took me a lot to learn it. This language is not easy, especially with the genres. You have to say the gender of animals and people, for example: perro and perra, gato and gata, profesor and profesora, maestro and maestra, amigo and amiga, and so on. It is difficult indeed, and to write it is worse: the accent can change the meaning of a word, or of an entire sentence, and to top it off, to put a "hairline" on top of the vowel.

I say, looking to my mate who nods and furrows his eyebrows as he gets down to business. The words will come, Juno tells me my mind. I nod in understanding. This was the one part I worried about the most, knowing what to say or how much to say. Juno continually reassured me that I would know exactly what needed to be said each time, because it will be different with each region that we speak to. “Any ideas about the languages we can expect?” Scarlyt asked. Spanish, the old way, German, Italian, Swedish, maybe Portuguese. I would be prepared for French as well,” Gabryl tells her. She nods in understanding and begins to flip through a giant book she brought with her.

Emma said. "Thanks Emma, why don't you join us?" Alex said. "I would have loved to but as you can see, l am really busy. More guests are still coming in from all over the world. But since I won't be coming, you guys should just use my car, it's in the Parking lot" she said as she gave Alex her car key. "And be careful, this is not an English speaking country so not everyone you'll meet can speak English." "We'll surely be careful thanks" Alex said.

Tonight we saw two more of the langureages our leading lady and her dragon speak. FRENCH "Ne me croignez pas petite flamme" Do not fear me little flame This makes one wonder how much Murdok might actually understand about what Rori may or may not be.... RUSSIAN "teper' tebe ne nuzhno naklonyat'sya" Now you dont need to bend over "velikey drakon dzhentl'men" The great dragon is a gentlemen

“I cannot be upset, Axel. I should let him be happy.” “You are not even going to see him after he leaves?” Lucian shook his head. “It will just worsen things for us.” Axel sighed and kept staring at his husband reading the letters the ministers and foreign politicians sent him. “I wish I could help you with those papers.” “It is alright now.” Lucian smiled gently. “When you will learn to read perfectly, I will also teach you politics in addition to some foreign languages.” “What are your favourite languages?” “There is a language I like very much.” Lucian smiled. “Spanish. It is a very beautiful language. I learned some words when I travelled to Spain and Argentina with my late father and th

I asked, then immediately apologized, "I'm sorry. Of course you can read. I just wondered why you asked if I could. Why wouldn't I have learned to read? I went to school the same as any other wolfen in the pack." "Our pack didn't allow women to read for a time. My mother told me some packs still held to those laws. I didn't know if yours did or not. Can you tell me if you can read Latin? Or Spanish?" Justin asked. I knew some Spanish and very little Latin. I was starting to feel more and more useless the longer we spoke. "I know some Spanish, but not much Latin at all," I admitted, "Why do you think it will be in Spanish or Latin?"

"Troy had no idea that long ago, our ancestors lived in harmony with werewolves and shared knowledge with them. My ancestors knew the ones who lived in the land the lycans call their own now." I glanced at Roman who for the first time showed emotion which was one of curiosity. "You know the ones who speak Parsivian?" I asked. Chayton laughed out loud, holding his tummy. His men who had followed him chuckled softly. "We speak Parsivian, Luna Rider." My mouth dropped open. "My ancestors taught the werewolves how to speak and write in Parsivian." "Now everything makes sense." I said, more to myself than to anyone. It made sense why I had never heard of the language nor Elders and even the Ennoi