Teachers, cops, girls, judges and fellow gangsters had all shared the frustration of not knowing Billie from Willie.
He released his pent-up rage and frustration and gave a bellowing war cry, trying hard to forget the warlord of Tiyan.
Maybe that was behind her frustration lately.
Gabe glanced at her, his frustration at Death on his face.
Betsy was beside herself with frustration when she heard what mayhem our nemesis had wrought.
She rested her head against the steering wheel, frustration making her veins swell.
He was normally tense around her, his frustration clear.
He stalked to the door, sexual frustration and anger in his blood again.
The call caused Cynthia to tremble with nervous frustration to the point of dropping a favorite sugar bowl, snowing the kitchen floor in white.
The longer he thought, the more he realized his frustration had nothing to do with his duties as Death.
My frustration forced action of some sort so I picked up the phone and dialed Howie and Julie's room at the Four Seasons in Santa Barbara.
Frustration finally drove the couple to play the game the same way—contact no one, put your head in the sand, and hope everyone leaves you alone and forgets you exist.
He forced his anger and frustration away to keep his eyes from flaring amber, then approached.
He'd granted favors to women as a way of releasing his frustration, but never with any real affection-- just physical need.
Xander watched her go, fury and frustration within him.
He picked it up, and in frustration, flung it as far as he could.
"You won't kill me," he remarked, hope and frustration filtering through him.
We can do nothing here without supplies and without more men to replace those that have died the past few weeks, Larry said, frustration in his voice.
The image of Taran's face flashed before her closed eyes, and with it a sense of frustration, fear, anger, and, most damning of all, desire.
Rissa sobbed into her hands, pain, fear, exhaustion, and frustration bubbling uncontrollably.
Dean slammed his fist against the Jeep in frustration at the sight.
At the half-demon's frustration, Gabriel glanced at him.
Deidre blew out air in frustration then looked around.
"Gabriel, why does this keep happening?" the red-headed assassin asked, frustration in her voice.
If he spoke with anger or frustration or anything other than the quiet, impassioned tone, she would've been able to handle the news better.
Gabriel shifted in either frustration or anger.
"Look," he said, his frustration growing.
There was frustration in his voice as well, and he was sweating hard ahead of her.
He stepped back, his expression a mixture of frustration and contemplation.
"No, it's beautiful," she murmured, managing to hide her frustration at holding what she came for.
He was torn again between frustration and the kind of interest that came from trying to capture a ghost.