Her stomach lurched again as she thought about the way the car had stopped.
The dread and guilt at the pit of her stomach were countered by the confusion of knowing that she'd fallen into the grip of the Immortal laws first with Gabriel then with Darkyn.
Her stomach churned at the idea.
The sweet smell made her mouth water, and her stomach growled in anticipation.
I felt a sickness in my stomach at the news, in spite of having surmised as much.
She met his gaze, her stomach tense as she steeled herself against the response to her next probing question.
We seem to have lost our stomach for these kinds of losses.
"He wants to see a battle," said Zherkov to Bolkonski, pointing to the accountant, "but he feels a pain in the pit of his stomach already."
He felt sick to his stomach and wondered how Bianca had become so much a part of him in so little time.
He rested his hand on her expanding stomach and his chin on her head.
The scents made her stomach roar to life.
"I won't," she said, unable to stomach the idea that he turned her demon or that there was no chance she ever left Hell.
If NATO is responsible for the bulk of the world's military spending and NATO no longer has the stomach for full-on war with modern states, then large-scale war seems less likely.
Adrienne's stomach lurched and chill bumps popped out on her arms.
I must have made a sound as my stomach again roiled and I grabbed the wall to steady myself.
Her stomach was content, and she hadn't thrown up.
Rights do not mean much, he reasoned, to those with an "empty stomach, shirtless back, roofless dwellings ... unemployment and poverty, no education or medical attention."
They called it acute congestion of the stomach and brain.
Finding no trace of the cracker there, she pointed to my stomach and spelled "eat," meaning, "Did you eat it?"
Fire formed in her stomach, racing through her.
Her stomach growled loudly.
She gave him an agitated look and rolled onto her stomach, twisting her head away from him.
The pain in her stomach was almost crippling.
She clutched her stomach as pain pierced her concentration.
She rolled onto her stomach away from him, blood flying with desire and heat.
Traci's hand fluttered to her stomach, and Sofia's face flamed.
Her stomach growled again.
He kicked her in the stomach, and she gasped.
Rostov himself, his legs well back and his stomach drawn in and feeling himself one with his horse, rode past the Emperor with a frowning but blissful face "like a vewy devil," as Denisov expressed it.
"Fine men!" remarked Napoleon, looking at a dead Russian grenadier, who, with his face buried in the ground and a blackened nape, lay on his stomach with an already stiffened arm flung wide.
In the morning, on an empty stomach, all the old questions appeared as insoluble and terrible as ever, and Pierre hastily picked up a book, and if anyone came to see him he was glad.
Still, her stomach would be tied in a knot until she was sure it wasn't her father.