Later, she lay in bed, tucked warmly under the covers as his boots clicked away from her on the hardwood floor - down the hall and into the den.
The maroon tapestry mirrored highlights in the rich hardwood floor.
From the foyer, they entered a huge room with a wide staircase that curved gracefully from the balcony on the second floor.
She had to grab it to keep it from falling to the floor.
Blindfolded, they knocked it around for a while until it broke, spilling candy all over the floor.
She picked a toy off the floor.
Carmen set Destiny on the floor and then sat down beside Alex.
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor.
She crawled out of bed, snapping on the light as her stocking feet hit the floor.
Carmen sat Destiny on the floor and picked up the pan of pealed potatoes, along with a paring knife.
The hardwood floor had not been stained.
A huge marble fireplace dominated the large family room, its image reflected on the shiny expanse of hardwood floor.
Lisa stared at the floor, consumed by loneliness.
She kept her eyes on the floor as she walked by him.
Something about her feet hitting the floor in the morning seemed to trigger her stomach.
She threw the covers back and gasped as her feet hit the cold floor.
Brandon crammed his hands into his pockets and stared at the floor, obviously in deep thought.
She leaped from her bed, the book falling to the floor unnoticed.
Adrienne screamed, cramming her foot into the floor as if she, too, had a break pedal.
Brandon stared at the floor.
Brandon was staring at the floor again.
He just kept staring at the floor.
There he scooped a bed in the sandy floor, away from the moist walls.
The floor was as clean as the counters.
He turned and left the room, his boots clicking across the tile floor and then fading as he moved across the hardwood family room floor and down the hall.
There was no point in freezing her buns off darting across the cold floor to lock the door.
The floor creaked as she chose the one on the right.
Still, the rich hardwood floor reflected the weak morning sun in a cheerful manner that spawned reluctance to continue the tour.
The floor was cold.
The screen door squeaked and the kitchen floor complained as someone crossed it.
He comes in through a hole in the floor.
She dropped to the floor in front of the fireplace and crossed her legs.
You know, this house wouldn't be as cold if there were some curtains on the window and some rugs on the floor.
Instantly strong arms scooped her off the ladder and lowered her safely to the floor.
With her bed made, she crept down the stairs and across the family room floor.
Cynthia slammed the shaker on the counter, spraying salt on the floor.
Cade's' chair scraped the floor and his boot heels hit the floor twice before he grabbed her waist.
His boots sloshed as he tiptoed across the kitchen floor.
Why don't you curl up on the couch and get your bare feet off this cold floor?
She glanced up as he walked across the floor and poured a cup of coffee.
She did several dishes and then heard a chair scrape the floor behind her.
She squirmed and he lowered her to the floor.
Cynthia spotted him as he crossed the living room and started down the hall, his boot heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor.
Together, they tiptoed across the hardwood floor and stood proudly looking down Zach.
We had yet to see the second floor bedrooms.
There was a little girl of about six or seven playing with a doll on the floor.
I took the floor.
The four of us retreated to the first floor, amid a rain of questions while he remained upstairs.
The lab was neatly cleared and boxes stood from floor to ceiling.
When we exhausted the subject, Betsy rose and took the floor.
The main floor exhibited three offices which we stocked with multiple secure computers.
Correct. He made it to an open window on the first floor.
I had not been to the second floor in the LeBlanc's house.
He let go and swung the butt of the knife at my head as I fell to the floor.
Almost immediately, the room erupted with a gunshot and both my assailant and I dropped to the floor.
I wasn't relegated to the large first floor dormitory-style quarters behind the eating area.
Betsy booked three adjoining room, on the first floor, with a view of the pool.
I laid her gently and silently on the floor and proceeded to the first stall, and slipped it open with my knife.
It was the one her friend had called Betsy and when she saw the child on the floor, stifled a scream.
We were nearly across the empty floor before a clerk spotted us.
The shock nearly put me to the floor.
There was a large man's tee shirt lying on the floor and I hurriedly put it on.
There was no sign of mayhem in the vehicle although a restraint was bolted to the rear floor.
It was our goal that by using a hammer and screwdriver, we could chisel and opening in the floor above.
He moves to second floor.
It mixed with the rain to drip pink puddles on the ceramic floor.
The floor smelled of mold.
Blood splattered her as someone dropped from the cot beside her to the floor.
Dusty ignored Bianca's searching look and punched the button for the ground floor.
Awhile later, the sound of furniture crashing against the tile floor startled her, and she sat up from where she'd been dozing in front of the TV.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
Jonny was sprawled on the floor in front of the TV, asleep.
Suddenly, she was flung to the wet floor.
The dark mist slid to the floor and crept towards them.
He trotted up the stairs to the second floor of the house and walked into the bathroom, eager for his first hot shower in days.
She roamed the bottom floor until she reached the door off one of the kitchens.
Jule sat with his back against the far wall, his lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling.
Running up the stairs to the main floor, she wanted nothing more than to return to the safety of her room.
Jule wrapped himself in the blanket and stretched out on the floor, hungry and chilled.
He left the room and ascended to the main floor.
He couldn't sense the Other and paused at the foot of the sweeping, grand staircase leading to the second floor.
He sensed rather than heard movement on the first floor.
Jule wasn't lucky enough for the creature on the main floor not to hear.
Yully spun out as she shoved her foot to the floor again, wincing when she hit him and drove him into the side of the garage.
Jule was resting against couch cushions she'd put on the floor for him.
Jule's gaze dropped to the blanket-covered body laid carefully on the living room floor.
At the far end of the main floor of Jonny's new home glowed a panoramic window fitted into the mountainside.
Jenn didn't approach, instead sinking into the shadows of one of the many pillars providing support all along the main floor.
Dusty was quiet, and Jule searched the floor for his shirt and jacket.
"No, you're wrong," she said and snatched her things from the floor.
"Cody, watch where you're going!" a mother scolded the little boy sprawled on the floor.
She sank to the floor.
Of the two, Dusty was more likely to call him to the floor when he crossed into his business.
The next morning, Sofia awoke stiff and cold on the bathroom floor.
"I've been trying to call …" His voice trailed off as he took in her bloodied hands and the pills scattered all over the bathroom floor.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
She landed hard on a cold floor.
Her blood was a slash of stark red against a white marble floor.
Damian wasn't sure how someone going from the second to first floor had managed to get bloody enough to look like she crawled through a war zone.
Two rolled from his place on the concrete floor in the corner and unwrapped the ratty blanket he used to keep himself warm.
He left the basement and entered the heated first floor.
The mansion's heavy drapes on the ground floor were closed and the lighting in the library dim enough for her to tolerate.
She'd roamed the ground floor before adopting the library as her favorite room and settling in front of a deadened hearth with a stack of celebrity magazines.
Embarrassed by her words and the tears streaming down her face, she ran past him and up the stairs leading to the second floor, issuing a cry of frustration when she realized she didn't know which of the three wings led to her room.
She pushed herself off the floor and rose.
A tube ran from her neck to the vat of blood on the floor.
Silence, and he opened his eyes to find himself kneeling on the NOVA Sector's kitchen floor.
"Han said you were out doing battle last night," she said, noticing the shredded T-shirt on the floor.
Dusty's whisper brought him out of his mind, and he realized he was kneeling on the floor with his head bowed.
They dropped her to the floor.
Damian dropped to the floor with a roar, his eyes blurring as more fire and liquid tore through him.
Two obeyed, lifting her off the floor and carrying her.
Pierre led them to the empty, well-lit helicopter hangar, where several men crowded around a still body on the hangar floor.
A look around her bedchamber with its black, stone walls, ceiling and floor revealed nothing remotely edible.
She reached a stairwell and descended to a floor with wider, taller corridors, as if she'd gone from the wing with private chambers to a more public area.
The two of them toppled to the floor with the book.
The sound of bodies hitting the stone floor behind her preceded Darkyn grabbing her by a few seconds.
Deidre sank to the floor, not trusting herself.
Darkyn was like a housecat that dragged in beheaded birds and left them in the middle of the floor for its owner.
She stared at the floor.
They slopped forward, feet sloshing the muddy floor, no longer trying to avoid the water that oozed in rivulets down the narrow passageway, back toward the entrance, now out of sight behind them.
The three largest quarters were located on the third floor, all presently booked by the two Dawkins brothers and wives, one pair of whom was not sleeping with his mate.
The second floor contained six quarters, five rooms for guests and the rear left corner occupied by Fred O'Connor.
There was a small room beneath the stairs on the main floor, rented in the past but occupied by Martha since her January arrival.
It was Pumpkin Green's third day since arriving with an overladen shopping cart he insisted on lugging to his second floor room.
Fred had emptied the carton and spread the contents on the office floor.
Cynthia sat cross legged on the floor, her back to the wall.
After what seemed even longer than the Dean's first trip to the mine just two days earlier, they emerged into the basin where the valley floor was a sea of wildflowers.
Darkness moved in quickly now, and he knew he'd soon need help and more light than a simple flashlight to locate a wreck, if in fact a vehicle had plunged to the valley floor, a hundred or more feet below.
The tile floor was dressed with a Native American rug that didn't look like a Target sale item.
The call caused Cynthia to tremble with nervous frustration to the point of dropping a favorite sugar bowl, snowing the kitchen floor in white.
She perked at the voice and strode to the landing overlooking the bottom floor.
The egg fell, and she gasped as it exploded on contact with the floor.
"You never used to tell me no, either!" she snapped and rose, marching towards the stairs to the second floor.
Gabriel tossed her bag on the floor next to the bed and strode to the doors, opening them.
Landon was in the bottom floor of the fortress, waiting with a familiar face in the study.
She walked slowly, taking in everything from the patches of blue sky visible through the trees to the spring flowers sprinkling the forest floor.
She didn't have a sock warmer in her room – something Cora called a toaster – but the socks were better than the floor.
Only when able to tolerate the floor did she cross to the French doors.
When she was dressed and ready, she left her room and walked through the fortress to the bottom floor.
It was colder than her marble floor!
The main floor consisted of common areas and wide halls lined with massive windows.
This one was the size of a small apartment, stacked ceiling to floor with bodies.
Carmen forced her mind from dreamland again and stood Destiny on the floor.
Encouraged by the comparison, she threw back the covers and swung her feet to the cold hardwood floor.
The front door swung open behind her and his boots clicked across the hardwood floor, stopping at the kitchen doorway.
In that moment, she squirmed from his hands and screamed again, scrambling to reach the cell phone on the floor.
She stepped back to avoid his hand and tripped over one of the paint cans, falling and sliding across the floor.
Shocked and horrified, she scrambled to rise from the floor.
She grabbed her cell phone from the floor and dialed 911.
She provided the requested information, explained that she was going to assist him and then put the telephone on the floor, still open.
She lunged from the floor and ran to his side.
As she sank to the floor, a strong hand gripped her arm.
The scene flashed through her mind again: The man coming at him, the quick stab, the stunned look of surprise, and then Alex sinking to the floor.
As his car pulled away from the hospital, she looked up at the floor where Alex lay fighting for his life.
The dog sniffed around and stopped at a large blood spot on the floor.
They stayed with Bill and Katie that night, sleeping on pallets on the floor.
Covering her mouth, she sank to the floor, consumed with silent sobs.
She glanced up to find him staring at the spot on the floor.
She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him.
"This isn't a pity-party," she interrupted, rising from the floor.
They moved out of his way as he strode through the wide hallways to the stairwell leading to the top floor, Death's floor.
He pushed open the fourth door, walking into a large room stacked from floor to ceiling with ancient tablets, manuscripts, and books.
The footsteps of those entering the kitchen were solid against the stone floor.
There was more in the car, covering the driver's seat and the mat on the floor.
His bed was made, and there was no body on the floor.
The chunky blocks of the stone walls were decorated with art done by children, and colorful mats covered the floor.
A breeze swept over the tops of the trees to make them sway but didn't reach the still air of the forest floor.
The floor plan was open and relaxed, with wooden floors giving warmth to cream furniture.
The bedrooms were on the second floor, the master larger than her old apartment.
"I wasn't expecting you," Tamer called from the third floor balcony.
She trailed, even more perplexed when the janitor waxing the floor called out a cheerful, "Hey, Toby!"
They reached the sixth floor, where her apartment was.
the middle of the floor and trudged to his room with a yawn.
She heard herself scrape against the wall as she fell and was out before she hit the floor.
True to his word, they drove less than two blocks before he entered a public parking garage and drove to the bottommost floor and parked in a dark corner with yellow no- parking lines.
response as she sagged against him or of the muscular form that lifted her from the floor and carried her away.
Kris chuckled, at ease with his brother despite the unprotected penthouse on the top floor of a building that could be easily leveled by a single explosive charge.
Hannah stood aside as she entered the large foyer, lecturing her as they ascended to the second floor.
She stepped out of his embrace, the two of them freezing in the middle of the dance floor like rocks in a flowing creek.
She watched in fascination, not understanding what it was until a floor several below hers exploded into flying stone and fire.
The rocket had exploded as it landed on the floor, leaving a gaping hole.
She squeezed through the hole in the wall to find there wasn't enough of the floor left to walk on let alone make it to the door across the apartment.
The rocket slammed into an ambulance parked in front of Andre's, the brilliant explosion throwing heat and light that reached her on what she estimated was the twentieth floor.
The rocket smashed into the floor below, shattering glass and pulverizing part of the balcony.
She forced herself to continue to the apartment's entrance and flung open the door, revealing a hall with auxiliary lighting reflecting off a white marble floor.
A hole in the floor was between her and the elevators.
The current stopped, and she convulsed on the cold marble floor.
Lankha retrieved a small satchel from its bed and sat cross-legged on the floor beside her feet, withdrawing small vials and balled gauze.
She followed him up a set of regal stairs to the second floor, where multiple rooms lined a hallway.
Wordlessly, he pointed to a spot on the floor before him.
He led her down a floor to a large gym where a group of men stood in a loose cluster on a mat.
He led her to the uppermost floor of the castle, to a hallway with magnificent views of a green valley with towering trees.
She didn't know where exactly she went aside from down from the top floor.
His gaze slid to the floor, and he shook his head ever so slightly, as if trying to shake free an unpleasant thought.
Hannah's eyes widened, and she rose, angling her past the butler and a maid dusting a painting to the second floor.
She forced herself not to cover her tattoo with her hands as she followed her sister to the second floor, where the private rooms were.
"I wasn't going to bleed to death on the floor, and you weren't around," she snapped.
Her hand went to her neck, and she threw off the covers, crossing the cold stone floor to the bathroom.
Kris strode past him and led him through the castle's ground floor, whose wide, carpeted halls felt nice on his paws.
Kris lit another torch to shed light on the murals on the floor.
"Kris tossed it all out after he found me knocked out on the bathroom floor last week," she admitted, rolling her eyes.
She walked into the hall and up a wide stairwell to the second floor.
She struggled into a sitting position, her neck achy from her spot sleeping on the floor before the fire.
Katie walked to Kris.s chamber on the floor below.
She retreated to her floor and saw Ully in the hall.
The iPad skittered across the floor.
Katie followed her into another hallway on the floor where the castle.s serving staff lived.
Hannah dropped to the floor beside her, and Lankha inched away while Toby smiled.
They charged through the hall toward the stairs and descended to the main floor.
Rhyn led them down the main floor and out the front door, slamming into one of Kris.s Immortals by accident.
He trotted through the body-littered floor to the back stairwell.
Ully.s lab was a disaster, with glass covering the floor and counters flipped on end.
It screeched across the floor a few inches.
She found herself ascending the servants. stairwell at a run, in case the Ully-demon was still stalking her, until she reached her floor, which appeared blessedly free of any signs of battle and death.
Rhyn finished his task of clearing Kris.s floor of dead bodies.
He saw only warriors on the main floor of the castle and ascended with increasing pain to the floor where Kris would be.
No one leaves this floor unless it.s me.
Rhyn moved to the doorway and watched him set Iliana down gently on the floor beside the healer.
She maneuvered through sculptures and other exhibits on the floor to the small office in the back.
She didn't really care what the dark grey walls, floors, and ceilings were made of or why the floor felt like carpet and looked like gun metal.
I'm pretty sure the prisoners are kept on the same floor as the warriors.
Her gaze slid to the stone floor.
Caught between consciousness and darkness, she hung limply for a long time, until the man holding her flung her onto a hard floor.
Her feet were cold on the wooden floor, and she'd caught herself looking down many times to see if she made grass grow here, too.
She looked up at her husband from her position scotched down on the parlor floor and resumed sorting Christmas ornaments, packing them away as methodically as if she were returning them to the store.
The three largest of these quarters were located on the third floor.
The second floor contained six, five rooms for guests, the sixth occupied by Fred O'Connor.
There was an additional small guest room beneath the stairs on the main floor.
This floor, bisected by a hall and stairs, contained a living room or parlor on the right, or southern side, and a dining room and kitchen on the left, with the Deans' private quarters, a sitting room-office combination and bedroom, located in the rear.
After introductions and the necessary sign-in paper work was complete it was decided to assign Ms. Turnbull a second floor room.
Dean sat on the floor next to the lad.
Cynthia bounced down to the floor to join the pair.
A rhythmic thumping echoed from the floor above.
The spell was broken like a dropped mirror on a marble floor.
Dean showed the guest his room, the small first floor room beneath the stairs.
The three north-side second floor rooms contained Fred, Gladys Turnbull and a pretty female climber named Penny.
The three third floor rooms contained six ice climbers while Donald Ryland remained in the small first floor quarters.
She wilted to a heap and fell to the floor.
Ryland suggested they carry her to his first floor room instead of trying to maneuver her upstairs.
She sounded upset as they climbed to the second floor at her summons.
"It sounds as if you're in luck again," Cynthia said as she pulled her step stool across the kitchen floor so she could reach the shelf and retrieve the breakfast dishes.
As Dean watched, scarcely breathing, she lifted the ancient white dress above her head in one motion and dropped it to the floor.
Donald Ryland tipped his wool cap to her as he entered, still dripping snow on the kitchen floor.
He can sleep on the floor.
When Dean rushed to the kitchen, he found Cynthia, her hands to her face, in tears, grease covering the floor.
And don't mop up the floor!
In spite of Cynthia's admonition he returned to the kitchen and cleaned the bacon grease from the floor, using half a roll of paper towels in completing the task.
The pair returned to the first floor where they located Janet O'Brien dusting the parlor.
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