Hadn-t Sentence Examples
Hadn't they talked enough?
He hadn't said anything to his father.
Why hadn't she realized what wonderful parents she had while they were still alive?
If you hadn't interfered...
She simply hadn't looked.
If Dulce hadn't chased him so hard, would he have fallen in love with her?
If I hadn't this headache I'd have stayed longer.
And hadn't she been fooled by Allen?
Why hadn't it occurred to her that Jonathan might feel he was being replaced?
I hadn't thought of it that way.
AdvertisementAs a matter of fact, he hadn't said that since he spent half the night with his old flame.
He hadn't developed a liking for her.
Well, if you hadn't told me you were Russian, I should have wagered that you were Parisian!
Maybe she was right, and if Alex hadn't been such a perfect husband in every other way, she might have done it.
Sarah apparently hadn't noticed the car.
AdvertisementBecause she hadn't known him long?
Why hadn't they tried it before?
In any case, Alex hadn't actually concealed his financial status.
That would have been more convincing if you hadn't been so willing at first.
They let you fall into the water, and you would have been drowned, if it hadn't been for me.
AdvertisementIf his experiences and observations hadn't led him to the concepts, SMALL, LARGE, GOOD, BAD, SWEET, SOUR, he would have nothing to attach the word-tags to.
No wonder Alex hadn't said anything about it.
He hadn't caused the miscarriage.
But then, Alex hadn't mentioned his family to her, either.
She hadn't helped any by turning their past problems into a monetary issue.
AdvertisementShe looked away; wishing Connie hadn't brought it to her attention.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
I hadn't planned on it.
She hadn't brushed or rinsed her mouth out since being sick on the plane.
Why hadn't she thought of his comment in that context?
If it hadn't been for Katie, she might not have discovered that she was right.
Katie had been telling him that for years, but he hadn't seen it until now.
She paused for no more than a few moments, but apparently Giddon hadn't heard.
He hadn't thought about a sitter before now, or hadn't thought about how much he would pay?
If you hadn't happened to find the piglet, Eureka would surely have been executed.
And this man was saying we were going to the moon in a rocket ship made of metals we hadn't even invented.
To be fair, his father hadn't made things any better by offering money to Alex and not his sister.
I hadn't used this expression.
For a few minutes they held on to each other, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in a week.
If Katie hadn't disclosed that incident to her before she met Alex, would he have revealed that facet of his past?
And yet, if Señor Medena hadn't been so pushy, would he have accepted the inheritance?
Right now she wished she hadn't started this romancing thing.
Then when she learned about Tessa's son, she was furious because he might inherit - even though I hadn't said anything to father.
She greeted them with a big smile, hugging each of them as if they were old friends she hadn't seen in a decade.
They hadn't seen her in church for a while and they were worried about her.
As if she hadn't been a burden in enough ways, now she had Mrs. Giddon upset with him.
Maybe it angered him because she hadn't found him irresistible.
Her directions hadn't been far off.
It wasn't her fault they hadn't seen much of each other lately.
His plans hadn't worked out, so now he was bitter because hers did?
Only his idea of tempting her with a fine house hadn't worked.
He hadn't discouraged the short telephone calls with Connie on his phone.
Anyway, hadn't Giddon said that he wouldn't let anything happen to her as long as she was close to him?
They hadn't traveled far down the trail before she got a peripheral view of the building.
Was that what Sarah had found so amusing the first day - the fact that she hadn't melted under Yancey's stern gaze?
So he hadn't been in Tammy's room all this time.
She hadn't thought about his feelings or motive to help.
On the other hand, she hadn't asked Len to look into Yancey's past.
He hadn't even considered that she might not want to go.
More important, why hadn't Connie responded to her letter?
On the other hand, hadn't she put that idea into his head last night?
Why hadn't she anticipated these questions?
Unless he called her, he hadn't said anything to her.
Either he hadn't seen her or he preferred not to mention it.
Howard hadn't said anything about the meeting with Allen.
If he hadn't come along, she'd probably be dead, and yet, he had done nothing to assist after Allen left.
If Howard hadn't come along when he did, Allen might have killed you.
It was something she hadn't thought of in that way.
Howard hadn't told her.
She could have left then, and might have if curiosity hadn't gotten the best of her.
Maybe I would have if you hadn't retracted it as soon as you said it.
He hadn't been accepted as their roommate because he was pretty.
If Brandon hadn't shared his plans with the other girls, it wasn't her place to go blabbing them now.
Hadn't she resigned herself to being the ugly duckling years ago?
If she hadn't grown out of it in twenty-one years, she wasn't likely to.
He hadn't been his usual jocular self for the last three weeks, and now this spontaneous trip to see his parents - and inviting her along?
Come to think of it, he hadn't been out at all since they returned from his parent's house.
Her date with Michael had been uneventful and he hadn't asked her out since.
Why hadn't they noticed it was getting so much colder?
If she hadn't been there in his arms only minutes ago, she never would have guessed he had been so aroused.
Obviously, she hadn't been doing much thinking at all.
Hadn't she made it clear that she didn't want any distractions?
You would have, if I hadn't been traveling so fast.
So far, she hadn't found a way to broach the subject with Brandon.
The issue was that Brandon hadn't included her in his plans.
Even if it hadn't been dark, visibility would have been less than a few feet.
But it didn't fit the man she had come to know, and she wasn't about to believe it simply because he hadn't made a pass at her yet.
If she hadn't flirted with him, kissing her probably wouldn't have come to mind.
She rolled her eyes, irritated that her brother hadn't taken his promise to her seriously.
In all his years, he hadn't found anything as soothing to his nerves as a woman's silky skin, heady scent, and warm body.
She hadn't fought him since.
He hadn't heard from either Damian or Jule in two weeks.
He hadn't hurt her like Talon, but she had the feeling she wasn't at all welcome.
His hand grazed her as he reached around her for a set of keys she hadn't noticed on the counter.
He hadn't thought twice about Toni's message that he'd delivered the package from the stash house to his condo until he walked in and discovered the vamp he expected was a woman.
If he hadn't seen her, he wouldn't believe it possible.
It hadn't always been this way, though.
I'd have killed him if they hadn't taken him away!
They could hardly say she hadn't tried.
Hadn't she been patient while he stayed with his mother?
If they all hadn't been so close, she would have thought he didn't hear the question.
So, why hadn't he said something?
Hadn't he tried to remain aloof?
He could promise to love her forever, but hadn't her father said the same thing to Mom?
Why hadn't she thought of that?
If Bordeaux hadn't caught her, she would have fallen.
Hadn't she already forgotten?
Bordeaux had been leading the horse along the ravine to spare its hooves, but it had been a risk that hadn't paid off.
They had given up, deciding that if they hadn't found their bodies, they must still be alive and would find their way back to Ashley.
If she hadn't witnessed his exchange with the woman earlier, she would have been certain he was disappointed.
She hadn't been given that much consideration.
Maybe she could convince her father to repay the money she had put into the ranch – if he hadn't already spent it.
There was no point in telling them that riding with Bordeaux hadn't been her idea.
Three empty bedrooms were closed off to the heat, as well as a full bath that looked as though it hadn't been used in years.
He made an excellent companion, a fact that hadn't occurred to her before that moment.
Handing out compliments seemed to be out of character for him, but hadn't he always been honest and direct?
Claudette hadn't interrupted Cade making a pass.
But Cade hadn't raped her.
After all, if she hadn't turned her head when he kissed her on the cheek, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way.
Over supper they talked of the expected foal, the ranch, and everything but why they hadn't talked much for the last four days.
What could happen that hadn't already happened?
Hadn't she been entirely accommodating?
Hadn't Mary warned her?
Of course, hadn't she said that twice already?
None of this would have happened if they hadn't been alone in the house.
But then, hadn't she already done so when he tried to kiss her at the sink two weeks ago?
I'd outgrown those feelings, hadn't I?
I missed Betsy already and her plane hadn't left the ground.
I had the feeling if I hadn't, he might have chased them down himself.
We hadn't spoken in several weeks.
While Howie hadn't viewed the show, he was incensed at the man's attitude as described by Martha.
While none of us opted for involvement, Howie's insistence was the first time he hadn't acted like a tethered toddler.
I told her Howie hadn't yet arrived at the office, but she seemed to know.
While I hadn't formulated in my mind how to tackle the problem, I resolved to attack it one on one and keep animosity at bay.
I hadn't told him of our miss information ploy to Ethel Reagan.
It suddenly came to mind I hadn't told them Julie was on her way west and Molly was at our house.
I hadn't considered that having a house guest would severely limit our chances for candid conversation.
Betsy might have picked it up on her daily internet search if Howie hadn't been out of action.
Bunches of the letters hadn't even been opened yet.
How do you know she wished she hadn't sent it?
While I hadn't given Quinn and Howie enough time to accomplish much, I called them anyway.
A full hour hadn't passed so I hoped it wasn't Daniel Brennan with Molly due back any moment.
I hadn't even known he was married and now he was shinnying out on a skinny limb on my behalf.
I asked, knowing they probably hadn't tried.
I hadn't a chance to fill Betsy in on my conversation Frank Vasapolli and was anxious to do so.
I was about to call them, it was so late and you hadn't come home.
That hadn't dawned on me.
He'd either already checked or was embarrassed that he hadn't.
Perhaps it was best; hadn't Betsy and I made a similar decision to stop our activities only hours earlier?
Hadn't we decided to toss in the towel?
When I informed him we were terminating our operation, he said he'd have suggested it if we hadn't already done so.
If I hadn't been summoned to Detective Jackson's office, I would have gone there anyway.
If I hadn't taken time to apply my sleeping solution to the rag, I'd have been in the process of taking them just as that police car with its flashing lights came rolling up!
I hadn't known how Annie was abducted and chastised myself for not seeking the details.
The pastor continued as if we hadn't taken nearly a three hour break, mostly continuing his sermon.
What would have happened if she hadn't spotted you?
I said a silent prayer the young lady hadn't fallen into the hands of someone like our stalker.
While I hadn't brought a bathing suit, I could watch the honeys that were so attired.
I hadn't thought of baby Claire!
Jackson hadn't mentioned her!
It was as if I hadn't had time to come to grips with that tragedy with the world wind swirling around me.
How could we live with their deaths if we hadn't done every single thing possible?
She hadn't meant to hurt him.
He hadn't changed a thing, as if expecting Papa to come home at any minute.
She tied her hair back and straightened the sweatshirt, somewhat relieved and disappointed it hadn't been Aaron at the door after all.
He hadn't paid much attention to any woman in many, many years, but couldn't help thinking her one of the most attractive he'd ever met.
Until that moment, he hadn't really cared why Sofi saved the life of the woman before him.
Talon's work on her arms pissed him off, but he hadn't considered the wounds were as recent as yesterday.
Jonny was safe, even if she hadn't been able to wipe away all traces of the poison in his blood.
Those guys would have killed you if he hadn't.
He hadn't thought of his sister or his loss for some time.
She said she'd tell you that in person if you hadn't already taken her Traveler.
He hadn't trusted anyone outside of his adopted brothers-- and Sofi-- since he was ten.
He hadn't heard anyone speak so frankly to him since he was a child, and never on a topic so sensitive.
She hadn't been able to log onto Dusty's computer, because he kept it locked out.
He glared at her, unable to shake the sense that if Bianca hadn't thought smarter than him, she'd be dead.
It was his job to protect humans, and he hadn't been able to protect one woman in his own home!
He hadn't said a word most of the day, taking in Dusty's world with fascination.
She sneaked a peek at her phone, agitated that Darian hadn't been at all concerned with the situation he left her in.
She hadn't been able to get through to anyone else and wondered if there was some magic trick he'd done to reach her.
She lay back down, hoping they hadn't noticed, then rolled onto her other side.
He hadn't thought himself unhappy; he'd never thought about it at all.
He hadn't visited the Guardians' Irish station in years, mainly because Ireland had no regular vamp population.
He hadn't expected her to know how to fight.
Jule could've broken her in two and hadn't.
The sense that Jule was in the house hadn't left her.
He hadn't ever been without his healing powers.
Jule looked again towards the garage, growing concerned he hadn't heard a car or garage door motor yet.
He didn't seem to be bleeding from anywhere else, though she wasn't sure she hadn't damaged anything else by running him over.
I think I'm doing pretty damn good, considering I would've been able to kill him if you hadn't shot and run me over, he replied in irritation.
Relief filtered through her; he hadn't found Jule.
His dream, the one about the Original Vamp, hadn't returned.
He hadn't seen a Healer since before the Schism and offered his hand to Bianca.
If he hadn't chosen to become a vamp, he'd be a very useful Guardian.
He couldn't shake the sense it hadn't been a dream.
The massive vamp hadn't attacked or turned his back at the first sight of him, a sign Jule took as positive.
The vamp hadn't moved, as if he and Sofi already knew Jule would facilitate.
She hadn't expected it to form so fast or so strong.
Her father hadn't taken the time to bury these people.
He didn't have the need to kill like a normal vamp, and he hadn't landed here by accident.
She hadn't had friends since she was twelve.
Something had changed with him, too, and she sensed the subtle power that hadn't been there at the monument.
A couple of them were talking quietly, but she didn't hear them, instead unable to fathom that anyone would find her life worth protecting after her father hadn't.
She hadn't cried in years, unless it was out of pain from a particularly bad beating.
He recognized the procedure but hadn't heard of it being used since before his brother, Darian, had died thousands of years ago.
Just said he wanted it done soon because he wasn't taking any risks, even if she hadn't started transforming yet.
Damian hadn't expected his day to be so eventful.
I thought Dr. Mallard was the only doctor you hadn't fired yet.
They'd had a falling out a few hundred years before and hadn't spoken since.
He hadn't held a woman in too long, and he'd never held one for the sole purpose of comforting her.
He hadn't seen anything like her since he sat in his father's court as a child.
She didn't care if he was miserable or not—she hadn't ordered him to babysit her.
Thousands of years hadn't given him much insight into a woman's way of thinking, but this he knew without a doubt.
If Damian hadn't opened the door, she would have run back to her room.
If you hadn't found her, he wouldn't come.
While his form was large enough to be a man the size of Damian's Guardians, his voice was terrified and gravelly, as if he hadn't ever spoken to anyone.
Damian hadn't returned the night before after their last interaction.
Damian said with warmth she hadn't seen him display toward anyone else.
Dusty's words floored him, and Damian couldn't help but feel hurt that his best friend hadn't told him of his suspicions sooner.
Maybe Darian hadn't been talking about infidelity but about something else.
Her stomach was content, and she hadn't thrown up.
She hadn't felt like she belonged in this world until she'd seen what good she could do.
He hadn't yet reconciled how he felt about seeing his brother alive and in so much pain.
Her heart sang as she realized she hadn't lost him after all, her body echoing the desire on his face.
She hadn't seen her new mate, Darkyn – the Dark One – since he drank his fill of her hours before and left.
Her gums were irritated, reminding her she hadn't eaten or drunk water in a while.
She hadn't thought to put her hair up; it blocked the name of her mate on her back.
She hadn't been able to break up with a boyfriend she was sick of for fear of hurting his feelings.
She hadn't been ready to die, though.
She hadn't thought so, but then again, she never expected to end up in Hell.
She hadn't heard him enter but doubted the Dark One used doors.
She felt as if she hadn't just eaten a large breakfast.
He hadn't killed her, because of the bonds and a deal she made without knowing how important it was.
Praying she hadn't missed some term of the deal, she waited for his reaction.
Granted, she hadn't heard anything, but she knew Darkyn well enough to know he didn't plan on leaving anyone alive.
He was armed but hadn't yet replaced the trench coat she cost him soon after they met.
It'd be nice to hear you wish you hadn't almost killed me.
Basically. Or would've been, if Darkyn hadn't decided to honor the informal deal he made with her.
Their first and only exchange hadn't been pleasant.
She'd given relationship advice to the woman who condemned her to Hell, advice meant to help snag the heart of a man she hadn't stopped loving.
I wish you hadn't done that.
He was as skinny as a stick, in his early twenties, and his long blond hair hadn't seen scissors since he began his transcontinental trek.
Dean didn't dare say he hadn't noticed and described the tall red head in general terms.
God, I almost wish she hadn't told us!
Dean hadn't opened his mouth.
Dean felt equally acrimonious toward the overbearing state official whom he hadn't seen since the winter and who, in Dean's mind, had no business being back in Ouray.
Dean just smiled, wondering how Ginger and Joseph would know where brother and sister-in-law were if they themselves hadn't lied like the proverbial rug and done the exact same thing as the pair they were accusing.
While there was a comment that father Joe Calvia hadn't taken the news well, no details were given, and no calls from a hospital emergency room followed.
Cynthia didn't respond but both shared the disappointment that she hadn't called.
Dean hadn't even managed a last name for bitch-Jennifer, much less the details of Dawkins v. Dawkins.
Another reminder the child hadn't called.
The family lived in Chicago and hadn't provided a phone number when they registered at Bird Song.
It was as if Jennifer hadn't heard.
The weapon hadn't been cleaned since it was last fired, but all six chambers contained bullets.
To make matters worse, half of Bird Song's guests who passed by congratulated him on the debate, a sure sign they hadn't been there.
Dean hadn't detailed the last evening's happenings to the pair.
While Dean hadn't read the tome, Cynthia had utilized it faithfully in her recent perpetration of meals.
Dean hadn't planned to confide all his concerns to Lydia— frankly, he wasn't sure he could trust her enough.
Dean told him she hadn't been located.
They would have if you hadn't been so nosy.
When told of the happenings at her mine, she said she would consider changing its name—it hadn't been "lucky" for anyone.
If she hadn't learned anything yet, she would soon.
He hadn't wanted to believe one of his sons betrayed the rest of the Council, though he wasn't exactly surprised, either.
She hadn't looked in a mirror, but she guessed she had the healthy coloring of a mortal.
She hadn't heard the demon drop from the top of the building to land a few feet behind her.
Gabriel hadn't wanted to believe her story of Darkyn combining the two Deidres into one, but it certainly seemed possible.
What did he do to those who hadn't taken that final step but probably would soon?
He hadn't thought about how different the world would be for her.
This Ancient Immortal hadn't given up his soul without a struggle.
He looked around to make sure he hadn't missed anything else that might give him a sign as to what Darkyn was doing by killing off an Ancient Immortal.
Andre was grave, the first warning things hadn't gone well.
Perhaps the other body hadn't been salvageable.
Deidre hadn't tried to dye her hair pink or hide the fact she was different.
Even so, she hadn't even considered telling him whatever it was she was hiding.
She hadn't been able to wake up, and the sensations felt too real.
She hadn't outsmarted generations of deities and Immortals while laden with emotions, but she had still done it.
I would've spent every day with you, if you hadn't done what you did.
Her own journey to reach this point hadn't been easy.
He hadn't been sent to Hell yet, indicating no one had found his soul, but the thought lingered in the back of his mind.
Time he might have enjoyed, if he hadn't pushed her away.
He hadn't been able to face his mate since her confession.
She hadn't sought him out, which made him think she was too afraid to talk to him.
He hadn't been able to during their time together when she was a goddess and he her servant.
Their first and only exchange hadn't been pleasant and resulted in a deal made under duress.
The idea Darkyn voluntarily took a bond to a human when he made a name for himself disobeying his former master … There might be a reason Darkyn hadn't explained it to his mate.
Gabriel hadn't given Darkyn's bond to his mate a second thought.
Life hadn't always been so generous with either of them.
They hadn't even asked Lori about her life.
But, as Katie and Alex had both reasoned, she hadn't been around that much.
It hadn't for her.
If Lori hadn't admitted that she loved Alex the day Destiny was born, the idea that the two of them were romantically involved probably wouldn't have crossed her mind.
Lori, I know I told you in the hospital that I would let you have Destiny when you were ready, but I hadn't talked to Alex about it yet.
Alex hadn't fathered their children, but had it not been for him, it never would have happened.
The frolicking hadn't been planned, but if the look on Lori's face was any indication, she got the picture.
On her last visit before Alex arrived, Casper still hadn't eaten her grain and she was pacing around in her stall.
So far, she hadn't been there to witness any of her foals being born yet.
If she hadn't screamed, maybe the man would have taken what he wanted and left.
By morning he still hadn't regained consciousness and they were starting to use the word coma.
They still hadn't caught the red-headed man, but they had a regular patrol, so Carmen took Jonathan and Destiny home with her.
She hugged his pillow, thankful that she hadn't changed the sheets yet.
The smug expression on her face would have been more irritating if her words hadn't revealed the fact that she didn't know the seriousness of the situation.
I don't know what he would have done to me if Alex hadn't interrupted.
When she came back, they felt threatened, so they hadn't even thought of her reasons.
If he was still around, she hadn't seen him.
Hopefully she hadn't repeated the information.
It was something he always used to do, but hadn't done since he came home from the hospital.
They hadn't done that in months, and the kids were excited.
It hadn't occurred to her, but why not?
It was a traumatic experience for both of them, and hadn't she felt ill the first time she went back?
Hadn't she been delighted when he chased and tackled her?
If she hadn't humiliated him that day as they stood before the mirror, maybe this conversation would never have been necessary.
It simply hadn't been expressed – by either of them.
She'd check the barn in the morning and make sure it hadn't been into anything.
But the bear hadn't killed the bull until it became entangled in the brush.
Lori didn't deserve what he did to her, but she hadn't exactly given him a reason to respect her, either.
The decision made to face death soon, the only thing she hadn't quite worked out was how she planned to do it.
He hadn't expected anything different when he met the reincarnated Deidre a few years ago and started down this path.
A man of few words, Gabriel hadn't gotten used to the political side of his job yet.
There were too many memories inside, and he hadn't been able to return.
He hadn't been attacked by anything remotely human or animal.
She'd thought he dropped it; maybe he hadn't.
He hadn't texted her to say he was going out before heading to Atlanta this evening.
She hadn't judged him or restrained him.
His guard hadn't lowered; it crashed as he let himself experience every part of her body, her cries and the passionate spirit that held him captive on the beach.
He hadn't thought twice about running into her in the forest.
A status check on their relationship, the one he hadn't told her he couldn't have, because he was trapped into mating with a formerly sadistic psychopath-turned-human he was trying hard not to kill.
He hadn't made up his mind about either woman yet.
She hadn't considered why he was there, just like she hadn't thought twice about tumbling into bed with him.
She hadn't planned on jumping off her building, but the events of this night made the idea more appealing than having her head severed from her body or ending up a pile of bones in a bathtub.
The scents were real enough and made her realize she hadn't eaten all day.
Deidre hadn't landed in heaven; she'd landed in hell.
Gabriel felt again he was missing something huge, the key to assuming the power he hadn't inherited with his responsibilities.
Gabriel's matter-of-fact talk of magic and laws older than time hadn't clarified much, except that he believed she belonged to him.
If only she hadn't slept with a complete stranger two nights ago.
Things hadn't gone back to normal after all.
But if he hadn't killed Logan that night, what was he doing hanging around a dead body?
She looked at the wine, realizing she hadn't touched it.
She hadn't noticed Gabriel tense but did now.
She hadn't put much weight into Wynn's response, but she considered it now.
Suddenly, she wished she hadn't asked.
Why did she feel guilty about this whole mess, when she hadn't done anything to get herself into it?
She hadn't intended not to return to Wynn's, but the idea of keeping him safe, too, made her feel a little less guilty about sneaking out on him.
She began to marvel at the world around her again, something she hadn't done in days.
He hadn't spoken or drawn weapons on her.
Tamer hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, appearing as if he'd leapt out of bed the moment the wards alerted him.
Was this why Darkyn hadn't grabbed her?
While the dead man hadn't known who the handler was, he'd suspected it was another death-dealer.
Gabe checked all of those in the mortal realm, except for … He turned, realizing Harmony hadn't been in the lineup.
The tattoo hadn't faded either, just like her memory of the sweet man who made love to her.
She hadn't rejected him, and he already glimpsed what issues he was going to have to overcome.
Assuming she hadn't missed more fine print in her deal with Darkyn, she wanted to survive the removal of the tumor.
If I hadn't tried to kill you in the first place, you wouldn't be a blood slave to the Dark One.
There were biographical forms and consent forms she hadn't really read, all signed in a loopy, angry signature, and a copy of Toby's birth certificate.
So far, he hadn't been forced to change shapes since Gabriel's visit.
She hadn't been able to shake the cold she felt and was dressed in layers despite the thermostat being set to eighty.
It hadn't come from the sky but from one of the buildings across the street, diagonal to her.
There were balconies along the far side of the building that hadn't been destroyed.
For the second time that night, she began to think she hadn't drunk enough whiskey.
You know, if you hadn't joined our family, I wouldn't be here, and Father would still be alive.
She hadn't slept all night, afraid of what other secrets the night held.
He hadn't believed the words himself until he said them.
He hadn't wanted them to be true.
He hadn't noticed until Kiki's words.
She hadn't been able to keep a job or a boyfriend for more than a few months, let alone an eternity!
She was the first Ancient's mate born and should've been Kris's mate, if she hadn't first promised herself to the Dark One.
She hadn't realized he was following her.
She hadn't noticed his pallor beneath his copper skin, but she saw it now.
She hadn't thought to bring her clothes.
She roamed the apartment again and opened all the closets and drawers, not surprised to find them filled, as if she'd lived there all her life and hadn't just arrived.
In four hundred thousand years, he hadn't learned to answer a phone right?
He hadn't dealt with lesser immortals since before he went to Hell.
He hadn't uttered anything so stupid in a long time, after she yelled at him for talking like that.
He hadn't been on his own planet since his parents were killed, and he wasn't sure how the planet would choose someone for him when he wasn't there.
Kiera hadn't wanted to come, even for the proposed week.
For once, she hadn't corrected his English, only nodded once more and held out her arm for the bracelet.
Her friend hadn't been joking about her being considered petite and unique.
She hadn't felt instant attraction to a man since high school.
Why was she worried about upsetting her friend when her friend hadn't given her the same consideration?
If she hadn't thought it impossible for an alleged warrior to feel such a thing, she might have thought him troubled.
She hadn't thought to use it as a bribe; if it were gold, it might be worth something.
Disbelief made her look twice to ensure her eyes hadn't gone as crazy as her thoughts.
Except he hadn't planned on stoking the fire with Kisolm for what would certainly end in another war.
Ne'Rin turned to him, and he realized he hadn't answered his advisor's question.
He hadn't met a woman quite as rough around the edges as his was.
He hadn't asked or cared.
Other thoughts were skittering through her brain, those that reminded her she was no longer on her own territory and he hadn't told her something she hadn't heard before.
She didn't know why, but Ne'Rin hadn't seemed to like her.
Until that moment, she hadn't realized how much she missed passing away her nights playing her games!
His trusted advisor had never done so before, but A'Ran hadn't thought any member of his household capable of the complexities of battle planning.
In the past three days, he hadn't made a single change before releasing the plans to his battle commanders.
Given his experience and lauding as one of the most capable strategic battle planners in the Five Galaxies-- the only reason he hadn't been driven out by the Yirkin despite his tiny army-- he found himself learning a tidbit here and there.
He hadn't stopped her yet from creating battle plans.
By the look of this man, Kiera hadn't wed him by choice.
Kiera's mate hadn't counted on an obstinate bride.
His father hadn't wanted to talk over the viewer; she doubted she should either.
If anything, he was gentle and patient, traits she hadn't expected from a warrior.
A'Ran hadn't yet addressed Ne'Rin's own failing, that of impregnating his sister without making her a nishani first.
He hadn't yet discovered who Talal's mysterious man was.
No, Ne'Rin hadn't been a traitor then.
She shouldn't have to be tough, and if he hadn't failed his people several sun-cycles before, he'd never think twice about training her for battle.
She hadn't protested to his touch during training.
He hadn't thought she would be so eager, given her skill at avoiding all her regular nishani duties.
She either hadn't completed the art form, or she didn't know what he looked like when he was content.
She knew what the answer was, but hadn't spoken it.
The only possibility-- that she might choose to leave-- hadn't crossed his mind.
He hadn't thought himself attached to the unique woman he chose as a nishani.
She hadn't expected to be forced into such a decision.
The air was another issue; he hadn't included an additional air pod on this one.
He seemed to assume she was staying for good, and she didn't know how to tell him A'Ran had given her a choice she hadn't yet made.
She wanted to tell him she wasn't ready for this, that she hadn't even decided to stay yet.
He hadn't set foot on the planet since being made the dhjan upon his father's death.
He hadn't just destroyed any hope his planet had of recovering, he'd destroyed the woman he needed, too.
Romas hadn't even accompanied her to the row house but sent her on a small shuttle to the local park and left her there.
She hadn't realized what she felt for him until it was too late to tell him.
She hadn't been able to face the possibility he might not want her or worse-- he was dead.
She couldn't remember when she'd last eaten, hadn't had a reason to care.
She hadn't noticed how rundown A'Ran's home in exile was until she saw the house of the Qatwali refugees.
Dean hadn't had time for a discussion with Cynthia about whether or not to tell Edith Shipton of the inquiry about her staying at Bird Song.
Dean admitted he hadn't.
I thought that was TV nonsense until a few minutes later the phone rang and damned if he hadn't done just that!
Dean had been concentrating on his business at hand, driving, and hadn't even glanced at the two cars.
Donnie's mother Edith still hadn't returned and the boy was beginning to look worried, glancing frequently toward the door.
With all the activity over the holidays, Dean hadn't had a chance to hit the beautiful slopes of nearby Telluride.
Both agreed they hadn't seen the last of Jerome Shipton.
Edith still hadn't spoken, but clung to Donnie's hand.
Dean's marriage to Cynthia hadn't helped break the tie as she wisely refused to divulge to either of them how she voted.
They hadn't, but as long as he was awake and unable to sleep, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk.
By the time he finished, it was after eleven and Cynthia still hadn't returned.
Just then, the man waved the cop away and began moving toward the pair, but not before giving a nod to second man Dean hadn't noticed.
First and foremost was an overwhelming urge to punch his lights out but past similar responses hadn't produced positive results.
He hadn't spoken to Edith Shipton since her husband's accident and felt, as the host of Bird Song, he owed the woman some sort of condolence.
Jerome Shipton didn't show up for a day or two and Ryland hadn't arrived yet either.
The ice climbers hadn't shown up yet.
Dean hadn't been in the vicinity of Shipton's fall.
I'd kill the pair of them, if I hadn't already bought my wedding gown.
Dean had a fleeting sense of relief that Corday hadn't pressed him for Cynthia's address.
She hadn't been able to sleep, she told him, wondering what his reaction would be, if in fact she might be pregnant.
Dean hadn't spoken to Jake Weller in nearly two weeks when he gave the law man a call.
Dean hadn't received word from the Shipton family since Weller had deposited the baggage on his doorstep.
He hadn't set eyes on the man since he'd decked him in front of his inn and that was fine in his book.
But for most of Dean's life, hadn't that always been the case?
And you hadn't left town yet.
Shipton hadn't left town the day he checked out of the hospital.
They hadn't spoken of the possibility of Cynthia's pregnancy since the topic was first mentioned.
He agreed, since she was pretty enough, and he hadn't turned anyone for decades.
Jackson knew the odds were that guy hadn't slept a wink all night, but he wanted her to wait as long as possible.
She headed straight for him, so he assumed Sarah hadn't made contact or was unable to influence her.
She hadn't tasted it yet.
She did want to use the bags first, and if Jackson hadn't been in this state, he would be getting a shrill earful for feeding from the bottles.
This meant Jackson hadn't fed in 24 hours.
Huh, I guess I hadn't thought about that.
She hadn't noticed Jackson yet, so stretched her front paws out and let out a proud howl.
He hadn't left the house yet, so seemed a bit stir crazy, but otherwise was adjusting without problems.
I hadn't thought of that.
And being attractive hadn't improved her life much.
Hopefully she hadn't thrown away all her pictures in a fit of anger.
If he hadn't been so accurate, it might have been amusing.
If Alex hadn't been here, the goat would have walked.
I really wish you hadn't done that.
Certainly she was more independent, but hadn't Josh become more assertive?
It was strange he hadn't ever married.
In her concern for his safety, she hadn't showered or changed clothes - or even combed her hair.
If you hadn't sold off all the farm equipment, you could have kept it brush hogged.
Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten more than two bites of her breakfast.
Sure, he had stepped over the line, but hadn't she invited him by encouraging his attention?
And hadn't she thrown Josh at him?
By now he was probably wishing he hadn't said anything.
Was he angry that she hadn't volunteered?
Three weeks, and they hadn't heard a word from him.
They hadn't known each other long enough.
Hadn't she been drifting from Josh for the last few months - before she knew anything about Alex?
Why hadn't she thought of that before?
And hadn't she been a willing participant?
And hadn't he told Josh that it wasn't what it looked like - when it was exactly what it looked like?
But he hadn't said anything.
At the moment she was glad she hadn't told Katie about their newfound relationship - because now it was lost.
Of all the things Katie discussed with Alex, why hadn't this subject ever come up?
They hadn't wandered that far today.
Well, at least she was spared the embarrassment of telling him she still hadn't figured out what God was trying to tell her.
Oh Alex, I can't help but wonder if some day when I'm bloated and cranky, you'll wish you hadn't given up your freedom.
He hadn't issued an emergency order over the nets of those who worked for him, and he'd asked someone in the regular military to contact her rather than calling out his special security forces.
He was brusque and candid, two traits she hadn't yet gotten used to.
Arnie's antics hadn't started until the second week on the compound.
General Greene hadn't acted surprised about the missing keypads.
I hadn't heard you returned from overseas.
He hadn't responded to her calls in over three days.
Her tearful plea made him angry that he hadn't been able to protect her as he should have.
He didn't know if she hadn't had time to fix her wound or didn't know how; the wound was on the verge of becoming infected.
He hadn't expected her to be as small or exotically beautiful as she was.
Is that why you hadn't changed it?
And concern for her well-being, like he showed at the Peak when she hadn't known him from any other army-type.
It hadn't been because he finally got himself killed or because he was through with her.
She was embarrassed by her relief that he hadn't truly left her, only revealed who he was.
She hadn't been foolish; she'd been desperate.
If the helo ride hadn't taken three hours, she would have thought they never left.
Lana hadn't expected to sleep in so long but was grateful Elise had thought to leave her alone for the full night.
He hadn't wanted to lie to her about Guardian or Tim.
His hope that she'd trust the Guardian even if she hadn't trusted him faded.
Brady hadn't just been lying to her about being the Guardian.
She paused to look around again, caught in the surreal sense that everything that happened the past few months hadn't touched the condo community.