He hated it when she won an argument.
Much as she hated to admit it, they tasted good.
I know how much she hated it there.
She hated this house, though.
He hated cats, but he carried the kitten all the way to the kitchen and back simply to show her one.
Four dissimilar individuals, tied to a damaged being known only to one of us who at one time hated him for the loss of her friend.
It was the sound I hated more on a telephone that Henri Mancini's version of Theme from Moon Glow or any other top one hundred hits of elevator music was, 'would you please hold'?
The thought distracted her, and she both yearned to be with him and hated herself for not being able to shake the thought of him.
You wouldn't ask someone you hated unless you were desperate.
I thought your kind hated humans.
Her father hated this man for some reason, and being near him put them both in danger.
She hated the headaches and feeling like shit!
Above all, his master hated his scarred face.
She had a damn good point, Sofia admitted, and hated her for it.
She recalled the other thing she hated about interacting with him: he always knew how to read her deepest fears.
She hated his rules, but she wasn't fighting him.
She hated that he'd always known exactly what to say to get to her.
I squirmed and screamed and begged and wailed my head off and told them I hated them but nothing helped.
God, I hated it and I was mad as hell.
But much as he hated to do so, it was time to eat the proverbial crow and make peace.
Though he hated the idea, he wasn't about to take any chances this time around.
He hated the idea but understood the necessity, especially after finding the second compass in the hands of demons within a week.
She loved human emotion, but she hated the doubt and insecurity she felt.
He looked so relaxed that she hated to wake him.
He hated the idea of being vulnerable, and concern for another was vulnerability.
Gabe hated her yet couldn't escape the memory of the compassion and spirit that made him take a stranger to bed last night.
As much as the brothers hated one another, Rhyn and Tamer were too similar for Gabe to feel anything but amused by the open hostility.
They hated him because he couldn't focus his magic.
He hated Kris even more.
Rhyn pulled the scarf he hated from her neck.
Rumor had it the Council hadn.t agreed on anything in a few hundred years, and Rhyn began to think the brothers he hated might be the solution to the demons.
The Spartans hated Aristomenes.
He hated her and was forever sundered from her.
One tormenting impression did not leave him: that those broad- boned reddish hands with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt sleeves, those hands which he loved and hated, held him in their power.
When the count returned, Natasha was impolitely pleased and hastened to get away: at that moment she hated the stiff, elderly princess, who could place her in such an embarrassing position and had spent half an hour with her without once mentioning Prince Andrew.