She's as upset as a jilted lover over Quinn's attitude and I'm afraid she's going to do something irrational.
Her demon lover was gone and her body covered with a sheet.
In fact, he wasn't much of a lover at all.
And to this day, millions of people remember and honor the name of Gautama, as that of the great lover of men.
I have killed her lover, yes, killed my wife's lover.
Though she concealed from him her intention of keeping him under her wing, Petya guessed her designs, and instinctively fearing that he might give way to emotion when with her--might "become womanish" as he termed it to himself--he treated her coldly, avoided her, and during his stay in Moscow attached himself exclusively to Natasha for whom he had always had a particularly brotherly tenderness, almost lover-like.
Physically at ease with him, she nonetheless had no idea how to talk to a lover who was neither one she chose nor human.
Deidre was being asked by the woman who stole her lover and her destiny for advice.
The highest ranking of his death dealers to defect, Harmony had been Gabriel's lover for months and his second-in-command since he took over the underworld.
His one-night stand last week made him appreciate what it was to have a lover who was as infatuated by his body as he was hers.
His last lover – the only other he'd ever taken – had been the opposite of Harmony.
"Business," his second-in-command and current lover said, seating herself.
He whirled, called for a portal and left his betrayer, his former lover, the woman who had been his world, until she snatched it from him.
He'd flipped on her again, going from the tender lover to the homicidal maniac.
Not another jilted lover out for revenge!
If I'm keeping you from your lover, by all means, you can go.
This Deidre was everything he'd loved about his ex-lover: her spontaneity, sense of humor, beauty combined with the purest human heart he'd ever known.
Gabriel's ex-lover was identical to her in every way, even garbed in the same dress.
Kris's features clouded, and Gabriel suspected it was because Kris had been with his current lover, Jade, for hundreds of years.
He didn't doubt his second and his lover would move on, if Kris chose to take the woman as his mate.
His lover of many years sensed his unease and waited for him to speak.
His friend and lover searched his face hard, then rose and stalked out.
My lover is in pain, and you ask me why I'm here?
You.ve been my lover for ages, and I am doing you a favor.
He.d lost his lover, Jade, that way, a sacrifice that still stung.
He was doing Kris.s next lover a favor.
Jade saw his chance of returning to his ex-lover.s side disappear.
With a sinking heart, he realized he.d lost the Jade who.d been his friend and lover for a few hundred years.
"Come on, lover boy," Rhyn said and slapped his brother.s arm.
He could hear the strains of some lost cowboy lover coming from Fred's room, a sure sign the door to the old man's room was open.
"So he wasn't the second," Kris said, ignoring her mocking reference to his former lover, Jade.
You want me to believe you killed my lover to protect me, never told me she was a demon-spy, and you went willingly to Hell. It's ridiculous, Rhyn, even for you!
All Darkyn had to do was wait and watch for his opportunity. While he did so, he had a new plan: To pursue a certain deity who'd left her position to her lover. In all his dealings with Immortals and mortals, Darkyn long ago learned the weakness Immortals and mortals had for a beautiful woman. Gabriel would be no different.
Fred's answer came just as the music switched to a shrill voice pleading for her lover to come back to the hills.
She told me numerous times what a great lover he was – like I wanted to know, she added sarcastically.
Whatever his ranking of lover, Alex at least knew she was inexperienced, so hopefully he wouldn't be expecting too much.
Alex was a good lover - in more ways than one.
The tightness that filled his chest whenever he thought of his betrayer and lover unfurled.
The moon is a fickle lover, like a beautiful woman…she gives her whole heart but once a month and leaves you before dawn…why fear you the night?
For a long moment she savored the feel of him against her and wondered what it would be like to be this man's lover instead of his enemy.
He had been challenged in nearly every way, but the idea that he might not be the best lover troubled him the most.
If you were anywhere near the lover that you are a politician we wouldn't be having this argument.
"At least I'm doing it for a good cause, instead of being motivated to fill my bed with a new lover every night," she retorted.
Of these, Thetis and Amphitrite rule the sea according to the legend of different localities; Galatea is a Sicilian figure, who plays with and deludes her rustic lover of the shore, Polyphemus.
She was jealous as a lover of the child's affection, and the struggle between the mother and grandmother was one of the bitterest of Aurore's childish troubles.
" A necropolis," was the comment of her discarded lover when years later the remark was repeated to him.
But a careful study of the seventh poem of the last book, in which Propertius gives an account of a dream of her which he had after her death, leads us to the belief that they were once more reconciled, and that in her last illness Cynthia left to her former lover the duty of carrying out her wishes with regard to the disposal of her effects and the arrangements of her funeral.
Bacon argued keenly on geographical matters and was a lover of maps, in which he observed and reasoned upon such resemblances as that between the outlines of South America and Africa.
It should be mentioned that while Sunderland was thus serving James II., he was receiving a pension from France, and through his wife's lover, Henry Sidney, afterwards earl of Romney, he was furnishing William of Orange with particulars about affairs in England.
He became popularly known as the duende, the fairy or brownie of the palace, and was believed to be the lover of the queen.
Her former lover, the earl of Northumberland, left the court seized with sudden illness.
After a painful struggle I yielded to my fate; I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son; my wound was insensibly healed by time, absence, and the habits of a new life."
In Hyginus's version of the legend, founded apparently on a tragedy by some follower of Euripides, Antigone, on being handed over by Creon to her lover Haemon to be slain, was secretly carried off by him, and concealed in a shepherd's hut, where she bore him a son Macon.
The mention of Arthur and the Round Table at once brings him to mind as the most valiant member of that brotherhood and the secret lover of the Queen.
The process whereby the independent hero of the Lanzelet (who, though his mother is Arthur's sister, has but the slightest connexion with the British king), the faithful husband of Iblis, became converted into the principal ornament of Arthur's court, and the devoted lover of the queen, is by no means easy to follow, nor do other works of the cycle explain the transformation.
A neighboring farmer and cat-lover, William Ross, perhaps hearing a distinct "ka-ching" in his head, got one of the kittens and teamed up with a geneticist and began a careful breeding program.
Mr. Warner and Mr. Burroughs, the great lover of nature, came to see us a few days after, and we had a delightful talk with them.
He was happy as a lover when the longed-for moment of meeting arrives.
Helene laughed, "that Dolokhov was my lover," she said in French with her coarse plainness of speech, uttering the word amant as casually as any other word, "and you believed it!
He came every day to the Rostovs', but did not behave to Natasha as an affianced lover: he did not use the familiar thou, but said you to her, and kissed only her hand.
The conflict of magnanimity between the mother and the daughter, ending in the mother's sacrificing herself and offering her daughter in marriage to her lover, even now agitated the captain, though it was the memory of a distant past.
A wave of guilt passed over me like fog on a beach party; guilt like a pants-down lover when the husband comes home.
And now my Annie has a lover who comes to her in the night!
Of Lorraine, duke of Guise, sold it to "Mademoiselle," Anne Marie Louise d'Orleans, duchesse de Montpensier, who made it over (1682) to the duke of Maine, bastard son of Louis XIV., as part of the price of the release of her lover Lauzun.