What Does El Diablo Mean In Spanish Novels & Stories

If Gonzalez wasn’t going to pick up, I’d make sure his daughter got the message loud and clear. “El diablo camina entre nosotros, pero su tiempo llegará.” (The devil walks among us, but his time will come.) I hear a sharp inhale from the other end. “¿Qué dijiste?”(what did you say?) I don’t stop. “Ricardo Borrelli’s time has come.” Then, I hear muffled whispers, hurried footsteps, and a rustling noise. Then, the next voice that comes through is exactly who I’ve been waiting for. It is a deep and gruff heavy Spanish accent.

) "¿Qué es? ¿El hecho de que esté comprando diamantes o el hecho de que esté haciendo negocios con un italiano?" (What is? The fact that you are purchasing diamonds or the fact that you are doing business with an Italian?) "Ambos," Diego chuckled. (Both.) "Muy bien, ¿podemos terminar con esto?" Lorenzo said. (Alright, can we get this over with?) Diego's eyes filled with hatred as he turned to Lorenzo. It was evident that Lorenzo was a Spaniard based on how he spoke. Diego pulled out his gun and pointed it at him. "¿Por qué trajiste a un español inmundo?"

Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before. " Il diavolo"( The devil) was what her gang leader father called him, her father was a feared and powerful man, but as he said this to his associates he said so with fear clearly written all over his face and the thought that she was being taken to him didn't help her growing anxiety. They walked down four sets of stairs and soon entered a darker mustier area.

Her eyes became watery. “Ugh! If only he knew how much she was worth. He is such a jerk! After everything he did he gets mad at her for sleeping with one guy!? P*ndejo! I really, really hate him right now.” She began to cry for her friends. (Pe*dejo can mean several things in this case mother f*cker)

Circle" in French, and it's straightforward. But when you combine the Morning Star (Lucifer) Circle, you get "Circle of Lucifer" or "Circle of the Devil," She paused and stared into space. "Diablo is a Spanish word for devil. Circulo means circle. So, instead of just naming it Circle of Lucifer, they decided on a more unique way to say it. Not in French this time." A chill ran down my spine. "The devil's circle?" I whispered, trying to make sense of it. "And Lisa... she's part of this?"

TRANSLATIONS Estimado- my dear Por el amor de dios- for the love of God Por dios- By God M****a- Shit

I can tell that he isn't giving me the real story but why would he lie to me. "Now?"I ask him "Yes now."he says. We grab our phones and a few other important stuff. We each take our own cars and I follow behind him. We arrive at a warehouse type of place and I follow Enrique inside. We don't say a word to each other. "Hello my little devil."I hear from behind me. Me and Enrique both turn around. Once again I am face to face with Leandro or I'd rather say El Diablo ( the devil). "What do you want?" I ask him

His eyes swept Domenico first as he took a drag from the cigarette, then he smiled. “Que hace aqui el hermano del diablo?” (What’s the devil’s brother doing here?”) Domenico stopped in front of the crate, facing the leader who was at the opposite end. He knew who he was, and from his accent he could tell they were the Mexican cartel members. “Esteban, deberia preguntarte lo mismo.” Domenico answered back. Esteban’s eyes widened at his response, completely thrown off that he understood Spanish.

she was the kind of woman that would do anything for her baby and she will do anything to get her baby back, right or wrong she doesn’t care. She will bring heaven to earth to bring her baby back. el diablo es su salvador( the devil is her savior.) ‘Maybe I was created so that I could worship you, respect you and make you my lord, my savior, my Shepard.’

“You said I did you a favor, Jacqueline. Explain what you mean by that,” Diego instructed with lethal cool. Playing for time, Jacqueline dragged in a ragged breath. “You’re an intelligent man, Diego. Can’t you guess?” Hard dark golden eyes rested on her with uncompromising force. “Answer my question, por favor. (Spanish for ‘if you will’ or ‘please’).” “If you insist...”