The fire snapped as it grew.
Then her expression grew bland again.
And then her eyes grew large.
Destiny grew tired of trying to get her attention and finally went to her room to play.
A feeling of panic grew in her as she reached for the button to summons a nurse.
It started with Crocus and Jonquils and then the fruit trees as the weather grew warmer.
Her face grew hotter.
Her face grew hotter and she gnawed at her bottom lip.
Lisa's face grew hot.
She hesitated, gazing down the hallway, and her expression grew solemn.
Blood pulsed painfully in her throat, and her face grew warm.
Cynthia's face grew warm.
I grew up thirty miles to the north.
The weather grew intermittently warmer and on one of those sunny warm days, Cade invited her to pack a lunch and join him in a ride on the ranch.
As the weekend drew nearer, the tension grew.
Her face grew warmer.
Quinn grew more annoyed by the minute.
It grew even more overwhelming after the broadcast of the eleven o'clock news.
That's where the three of us grew up.
As our activities grew, the task became more daunting.
Fortunately, after a week or two, the public grew bored with the subject and it slipped away like a bear in winter.
The cell reproduced and the organism grew.
To the house where I grew up, at the time of Annie's death.
Her unease grew as they reached a seedy neighborhood outside of Little Havana.
At the very least, Dusty hoped Darian grew out of the terrible twos.
Darian's gaze grew pensive.
The sense grew stronger as she led them down the hall past a waiting room and nurse's station towards the quiet hallway lined by patients' rooms, each housing four to five patients.
Her irises swirled again and her frown grew.
Her lips grew hungrier, her breathing quickened, her body warmer.
The devil's smile grew as his cold eyes took all of them and settled on Bianca's necklace.
Talon's flush grew darker beneath the red of exertion on his face.
The air grew chilled, and she stopped again.
The memory-- fuzzy for fifteen years-- grew crisp, and surprise and hope went through her as she recalled the night that'd changed everything.
The creature's emerald eyes stopped sparkling, and his face grew long.
He appeared to sulk for a moment then grew thoughtful.
His own unease grew.
The connection she'd experimented with when he slept grew intimate when he was awake.
His gaze grew distant.
He grew serious when she didn't respond.
Jonny's features grew thoughtful.
Her sense of dread grew as she approached and followed Jonny into his apartment.
The harder she concentrated, the louder Jule's heartbeat grew, as if their bodies were pressed together again.
The ache within her deepened at the idea of trusting someone for the first time in her life, and the energy flowing between them grew more intense.
She leaned into him, yielding as the intensity of the bond between them grew hot and demanding.
Yully grew more anxious the nearer they got; her father was right about the magic feeling stronger.
A few more punches, and she grew too uncomfortable with him to continue.
Jake grew serious and sat in the spare chair in her cube.
The Guardian's muffled voice grew louder as he pulled the head off the costume.
"Why can't I touch anyone else but you without seeing … horrible things?" she asked as the silence grew uncomfortable.
The power swirling in the air around her grew as she neared Damian's door, and she was reminded of the tension in the air before a thunderstorm.
Her apprehension grew as the vamp led her down a maze of hallways through scores of other vamps and past multiple doorways.
The alarms faded, and the halls grew cruder, unfinished.
Dusty's gaze grew intent.
Her eyes grew misty, and she rubbed them to keep tears from coming.
The sense she was falling ill grew stronger.
The heaviness of her mind grew, until she wasn't certain why she should resist Darkyn in the first place.
The fog around her thoughts grew heavier.
His sword lowered as the time grew on.
Deidre drank until she grew sleepy.
Darkyn stepped out of the corner where he stood and Deidre grew edgy, fear fluttering through her.
Deidre's body grew warm from the inside out as he nuzzled her neck, preparing to bite her.
She added, "And you grew up to be nice."
All four Dawkinses joined the showing, which grew to include a widow from Texas, an Illinois couple with a sixyear-old and a handholding pair of seventy-something's with different last names.
Grew up in Ouray as a kid.
Above them, the headlights of the two vehicles grew more distant, finally hidden from view by their angle of descent.
He grew up in Ouray.
A demon's canines grew when he fed.
"Go out the back!" he shouted to them as the fire grew.
Her eyes grew blurry, and hot wetness slid down her cheeks.
"It's not that hard," she murmured as the silence grew.
The air grew heavier.
Her hand went to her neck, and her thoughts grew disturbed.
After half an hour, she grew tired of the internal argument.
As her excitement grew, she spoke faster.
Every time he didn't find it where it should be, he grew more homesick.
Uneasiness grew within Gabriel.
Standing before the Dark One, he grew more unsettled.
He prayed to all the deities he never, ever grew aloof and callous towards the humans.
Deidre face grew warm.
The silence grew taut.
Another sense grew stronger.
They grew up together, and Lori had a crush on him since they were teens.
Some things never grew boring no matter how often they were repeated.
Her face grew warm again.
The warmth grew into a flame and she tossed her head defiantly.
The compass grew hot against his chest.
Satisfied someone got his humor when none of the death-dealers did, Gabe grew thoughtful.
Her face grew hot under his scrutiny, and she was grateful for the face paint covering her blush.
Her sense of self-consciousness grew as the physical contact made her appreciative of the size and heat of his body.
The forest outside his windows grew dark, and he forced himself to his feet.
The instincts she'd ignored at seeing Logan alive grew louder.
The sounds of pursuit grew fainter.
She opened her eyes, forbidding herself from screaming as the pavement below grew closer.
Deidre drank more of the brandy, until it stopped burning her throat, and the world grew a little less sharp around the edges.
Her body grew heavy, and she slumped.
Her head nodded forward, and her breathing grew steady again.
His tone grew yielding.
I don't remember being born, but I mean, I grew up in Indiana and moved to Atlanta for college and stayed after I graduated.
She grew edgy as they passed the town near the bungalow before pulling up the long driveway to the beach house.
Her nervousness grew as she looked down the beach.
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