He left the house, slamming the door so hard the hallway reverberated with the sound.
He won't talk to me, but he isn't slamming anything around.
Julie turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door.
His jaw muscles worked as he spun on one heel and marched to the outside door, slamming it as he left.
Grasso lifted Molly by her waist band with one hand and literally tossed her into the van before slamming it shut.
The Dawkins—the Ginger/Joseph half—drove up, this time making no effort to hide their rented Jeep, or their door-slamming anger.
She stomped on her cigarette butt and kicked it into the daisies before slamming her way into Bird Song.
The sounds of Rhyn slamming his body into his cell and snarling awoke her sometime later.
She squeezed her eyes closed, heart slamming in her tight chest.
Kris finished tying his boots and crossed to the door, slamming it on his way out.
Rhyn led them down the main floor and out the front door, slamming into one of Kris.s Immortals by accident.
Dean dropped once more with the same bone-jarring result, this time slamming against the cliff-side with his entire right side and arm.
His voice broke and he stepped through the door, slamming it.
Something else caught, and their ascent stopped suddenly, slamming her against the harness and knocking the breath from her.
Dean yelled to the empty phone, slamming down the receiver and mashing his pillow into a ball.
She jerked the truck door open and slid out, slamming it behind her.
She chopped at his hand with one dagger, slamming the sword into the ground as she whirled and slashed his neck with her other hand.
She whirled again, this time slamming the dagger into the opening between the door and frame, just above a hinge, to keep it from closing.
His remark punctured a hole in her thin armor and she exploded, slamming the papers onto her desktop so hard that one of the pages floated to the floor.
Her heart was slamming fast and hard against her chest.
Yes, a comet slamming into the planet or some galactic cataclysm could wipe us all out.
But at that instant a tall Austrian general in a greatcoat, with the order of Maria Theresa on his neck and a black bandage round his head, who had evidently just arrived, entered quickly, slamming the door.
Rostov had just prepared a card, by bending the corner of which he meant to double the three thousand just put down to his score, when Dolokhov, slamming down the pack of cards, put it aside and began rapidly adding up the total of Rostov's debt, breaking the chalk as he marked the figures in his clear, bold hand.