You've been struggling for so long to take care of yourself.
She gagged and clawed at his hands, struggling to take a breath.
Rows of red tulips stood like sentinels along the walkway, struggling to survive against the encroachment of summer.
Obviously whatever Josh was struggling with had not been resolved.
She'd never even seen Damian prior to the Schism, when the Guardians exiled to the mortal world were a small band struggling to stay alive.
She swallowed hard and nodded, struggling to control the strange sense of desire bubbling uncontrolled within her.
While not privy to the Council's business, he assessed the appearance of their father at a time when Rhyn was struggling for control did not bode well for any of them.
She breathed deeply, struggling to remain in control when all she wanted to do was run for the nearest psych ward and check herself in.
She pressed one button, then another, struggling to understand the symbols that popped up on the screen in response.
Dean cried, struggling to maintain his precarious position.
And really another French soldier, trailing his musket, ran up to the struggling men, and the fate of the red-haired gunner, who had triumphantly secured the mop and still did not realize what awaited him, was about to be decided.
Martha was playing nurse maid to both Howie's limitations and his fragile ego while struggling with morning sickness and her stressful hospital position.
Damian turned in time to see the vamp Charlie struggling to drag a skinned deer carcass across the threshold.
She braced herself and pulled his power into her, struggling to control it while panic rose.
Her legs felt weak, and she sat heavily on the curb, struggling to control her breathing so she didn't pass out.
Deidre closed the door to her room and leaned against it, struggling to make sense of everything.
Deidre withdrew a few feet down the balcony, struggling with the heat streaking through her blood and scattering her rationale.
They'd been struggling to beat the demons to the souls, and Gabe stood over the dead demons, furious.
Controlling a deity would bring incredible power to the demon lord at a time when Rhyn was struggling to battle demons already.
There's water now, A'Ran, she managed, struggling not to cry.
It stunned him to feel the planet breathing, struggling back to life after hovering so long on the edge of death.
The momentary pause of the space battle quickly turned to chaos, and Mansr was struggling to outmaneuver the ships darting away from the planet.
She was in the barn one morning before Alex arrived, struggling to trim Penny's hooves.
Elise said nothing else, struggling to control her own emotions.
She moved to the emerops computer, struggling to hold back tears.
She was hauled to her feet and she blinked, struggling to keep the pain at bay.
She pushed herself up, reaching into a pocket for a food and water cube. Gabriel took her arm and pulled her to her feet. She nearly choked on the cubes and swallowed them whole, struggling to keep up with the death-dealer as he darted into the forest.
Rhyn squinted towards the sound of his brother's voice, struggling to balance the sensations within him.
Struggling against the demands of his roaring blood, Rhyn closed his eyes, sought his magic and willed himself awake.
Rhyn heard the note of pain in the death-dealer's voice. In a week's time, Gabe had gone from quietly confident to troubled to lost. The death-dealer was struggling with himself, a feeling Rhyn knew well.
Death commanded. His body obeyed her, and he found himself struggling against himself not to turn around. Death won the fight for his body, and he watched.
Jenn closed her eyes, struggling to breathe.
Struggling into his shirt, Charles tried to yank away, but Darian Traveled to his cabin before releasing him.
Jenn approached as if in a dream, struggling to stay on her feet with the earth's shaking.
I think you're struggling with something only you can work your way through.
It seemed every other rider had passed him on the climb until he looked down the mountain and saw hundreds of dots of color still struggling up the incline behind him.
Rhyn stopped in place. He'd never thought he'd hear her voice again, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd heard anything that stopped his world in place. He turned to see Katie supporting Hannah as they entered the Sanctuary courtyard. Katie wore simple jeans and a t-shirt. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulders, and her face glowed. Her bright eyes locked on his. She stopped too far away for his comfort, struggling to support her sister.
Rhyn gripped and released the dagger, struggling between the tiny voice that reminded him of his promise to Katie and the vision before him. If he took back his mate and child, there would be nowhere safe for them to go. But he didn't want to live eternity without her.
She stared up at him, struggling over her next move.
Kiera stared at him, struggling to focus on his face when all she wanted to do was study every inch of his perfect body.
He saw the senior officer lying on the earth wall with his back turned as if he were examining something down below and that one of the soldiers he had noticed before was struggling forward shouting "Brothers!" and trying to free himself from some men who were holding him by the arm.
The tall youth, against whom he stumbled, seized his thin neck with his hands and, yelling wildly, fell with him under the feet of the pressing, struggling crowd.