He-l Sentence Examples

He spun on one heal and left the hotel.

With that, he pivoted on one heal and walked away.

His jaw muscles worked as he spun on one heel and marched to the outside door, slamming it as he left.

He rolled his eyes and hit the side of his head with the heel of his hand.

He got up the courage and asked me out but when I begged off he acted so devastated I felt like a heel.

When he didn't respond, I added, She'll have a hell of a headache but you guys both have some bridges in need of serious damage control.

I kept after her to tell me and that pissed off Ronnie to all hell and he demanded Julie and me to get out.

Bianca was the kind of woman who could heal his soul, if he had time to let her.

He was weak, a type of weakness she couldn't heal.

He'd never been human, and he had no idea how long it took for a human body to heal.

He smashed it with his heel.

She could see the future and he was a … what the hell was he?

He began to cry, the soul-deep weeping of a man who'd lost all and spent his tormented life in a level of hell she'd never be able to imagine.

Why had he sent her, and where the hell was he?

She knew he could heal people.

And if he didn't, you could leave him there and do whatever the hell you wanted for the day?

He was the creature who trapped her in Hell.

If Gabriel had killed her while trying to save her, he'd kill the soul in her head, too, the one that damned Deidre to Hell.

She couldn't help thinking the creature whose job it was to trick people into Hell wasn't above lying to the human mate he took.

He was asking for a favor, one Darkyn would discover within seconds of her returning to Hell.

I figured if he survived the worst Hell had to offer, he'd make a worthy successor.

It was difficult to hear how easily he'd evaluated and cornered her to get her to Hell.

He must have been mad as hell.

How in hell did he get himself into these situations?

What the hell do I care where he is as long as I don't have to work with him?

Why the hell should I be after what he did to me?

No one knows where the hell he is, or what he's plotting.

Wynn didn't want to imagine what Darkyn did to the sweet girl he left behind in Hell.

She didn't need to know he planned on having her killed off, once and for all, once they were free of Hell.

She never offered to heal him, either, when she had been Death and he was her servant.

It didn't matter that he'd been sentenced to Hell by the very people he was now charged with protecting.

He'd be condemning her to Hell the same way she did the human he loved.

He sank his teeth into someone and never let go, until they were in Hell.

Deidre studied him, unable to determine what was going on with him and the human he'd kept in Hell.

He'd been the one to deliver his friend to Hell many years ago.

He definitely didn't look forward to waking up one day in Hell.

He came to the conclusion that she, too, needed time to heal.

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.

He gazed at Deidre as she admitted to abandoning human-Deidre in Hell.

The night he slept with her and condemned her to walk the path that led her to Hell.

He'd played a hand in sentencing the sweet human to Hell.

He last experienced it … … Monday night, when Deidre had gone to Hell.

With the tear between worlds, he was able to use more of the power normally restricted to Hell.

And find his soul, before it was crushed and he was sent to Hell.

He'd watched Rhyn and Katie's relationship unfold from its rocky beginning, when Katie inadvertently rescued Rhyn from his sentence in Hell.

Now, he waited to heal and to calm down.

He always peeked at his friend, whom he'd dropped off in Hell to serve an undeserved sentence.

He'd always hoped Rhyn would have another chance, that Hell was a place to stash the dangerous immortal until the world was ready for him.

The restriction smacked him hard, as he'd been ready to drag Rhyn out of Hell as soon as Death was gone.

He wasn't really sure Rhyn would consider being sentenced to eternity with a mate much of an improvement over Hell.

Maybe when he's stabilized, he can leave Hell.

He went to the only portal that glowed black --the portal to Hell --and stepped from the shadow world into the tiny, dark cell holding his friend.

He would stay in this holding cell on the outskirts of Hell until Sasha figured out some new grueling punishment.

A touch of coolness grazed his heated frame, which always grew hotter than Hell when he changed forms.

The death dealer was his only friend who'd stuck with him since he'd been banned to Hell by his brothers and dragged there by the immortal death dealer before him.

He felt some peace knowing that --whatever Death wanted from him --she'd have to free him from Hell to get it.

He sat with his hands on his thighs and his eyes straight ahead, like a statue chiseled in Hell itself.

He'd long since stopped trying to escape, knowing the magic of Hell and the Dark One was too old for him to break.

He didn't care that Hell would suck him dry.

He goes through Hell and collects us freaks down here.

And what if he attacked her as Sasha did, and she had no Lankha to heal her?

He'd been to Hell.

He wasn't ready to be dead-dead yet, not after all the time he'd spent in Hell and all the unfinished business he had.

She wondered what it took for an immortal to look as if he'd been through Hell and back.

He's been in Hell for hundreds of thousands of years.

He wasn't a healer, and the only healer he knew was trapped in Hell.

Nothing had blown up or gone wrong since he'd returned from Hell.

He sentenced both brothers to Hell for eternity.

He must've forgotten I went to Hell already.

So he'd spend eternity in Hell because he couldn't sit down with Kris and tell him what happened?

That's dandy, but it doesn't sound like he deserved Hell!

She felt alone when he was gone, and while he frustrated the hell out of her, she still felt better when he was near.

He'd taken Rhyn to Hell.

Isn't he in Hell for trying to wipe out mankind?

He'd broken the Code for a brother who'd never cared one ounce for him and accepted his place in Hell.

He hadn't dealt with lesser immortals since before he went to Hell.

He'd spend the rest of his existence in Hell before he'd let her go without a fight.

Rhyn stayed where he was, wary yet unafraid of Sasha, who.d been the zookeeper among the animals with him in Hell.

We were both inmates in his zoo in Hell long enough to know how charming he was.

He knew Jared well enough after all their years in Hell together to understand the creature was too narcissistic to care about another.s issues.

Far across the sea, he saw the black walls of Hell stretching from water to sky.

Jade waited, hoping Sasha.s desire to return to Hell or take out Kris overwhelmed any suspicion he had.

He took in his predatory brothers, well aware they were as dangerous as any of the creatures he.d spent time in Hell with.

He couldn.t figure out what the hell the puny human in front of him wanted.

He didn.t stay to hear the splash this time but walked through the shadow world toward the only portal that glowed black, the portal to Hell.

Maybe there was a chance he could leave Hell and come back to Kris.

Her words fed at the small piece of him that didn.t want to live in Hell forever, that still thought he could go back to the Immortals and his old life.

He motioned Katie forward with his machete, then stopped her to drape the pillowcase over her head as he had when she entered Hell with him.

His honesty terrified her; he knew he wasn.t going to lose and didn.t care what she knew before he took her to Hell.

If he died, it was because of her, and either Death or Hell would claim her.

He dropped them onto the ground and crushed them with his heel.

He'd continue the war until he won back his planet and birthright by force, then find another way to heal his planet.

It would heal once he reached the main craft with the help of the medical unit but was useless in the meantime.

He turned on his heel as soon as she appeared and strode toward the small area beneath a tree where spacecraft traditionally hovered to release their occupants.

He should be controlling this situation by now; not sitting here trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

He swung on one heel and left the barn, striding to his truck.

He'd heal four times faster than a normal human, but it wasn't fast enough.

All the drugs in the world wouldn't help him if he didn't take some time to heal.

Rhyn listened to his brother pad away in the soft sand.  He'd spent thousands of years in Hell wishing to be dead-dead.  Tomorrow, he'd have his chance.

The feeling of the angel's soft, cold hand in his own reminded Rhyn of the first thing he'd touched in Hell that hadn't been stone.  Gabriel had brought him a book with a worn, leather-like cover, and he'd lost himself dwelling on the sensation of buttery leather under his fingertips after the hazy nightmare that had been his existence in Hell.

And then I saw how good his heart is.  He's a train wreck, but he's honorable and capable of such good.  Kris pulled me into this world and assumed I'd do what I was told like a good little human.  But when I told Rhyn I wanted to leave him, he asked for another chance.  It's like he woke up then and realized he wasn't in Hell anymore or trapped by his brothers' expectations.

Rhyn opened a portal and walked through the cool shadow place.  The shadow world felt … strange this time.  He looked around, unsettled by the sensation that someone else was there.  The black portal to Hell throbbed then dimmed, as if someone and come through.

While not large, the Immortal underworld was separated by several different domains, two of which – Hell and Death's domain - were contained within shields no one could enter.  At least, no normal Immortal or demon could enter.  As a creature of both worlds, Rhyn could enter Hell, and he'd found by visiting Gabe that he was able to enter Death's domain, too.

I can't just go to Hell without a plan, and maybe he can – " "No, Kiki.

He was an angel, and he wasn't her real nephew.  Oh, and they were in Hell.

Ully cursed as he moved to seek cover from the downpour.  Safe beneath his jungle roof, Toby watched him.  The brave, cheerful Ully that sat with him in Hell seemed lost in the underworld, and Toby began to suspect there was another reason their jailer, Jared, had freed them.

Kris said nothing.  Rhyn's assurances that Hannah was safe in Hell didn't sit well with him.  Kris followed the half-demon without knowing where they might be headed, instead thinking of just how bad of a situation he'd left Kiki in.

She stepped closer to him as she had in their dream, gazing up into his molten silver eyes.  He'd gone to Hell for Hannah and confronted Death for her.  He'd killed demons to protect her and defied his family to find – and keep – her.

And he felt guilty as hell for his own foul mood and the insignificant rea­sons behind it.

Once the guy saw me clearly by the door, he knew my face and all hell broke loose.

He wanted something a hell of a lot stronger—a double bourbon and leave the bottle but he knew the return trip to Parkside lay before him.

This note sounds like and looks like he was blind drunk when he wrote it and he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about.

The first curve frightened the hell out of him and he knew the brake pres­sure necessary to slow him from this speed could not be engaged all the way down the mountain without overheating the tiny pads to the point of ineffectiveness.

He didn't steal the money—he found it—and aside from some name changing, it would be hell to prove he defrauded anyone.

With that, he turned on one heel and stomped out of the barn.

He spun on one heel and marched out of the house.

If the elderly man had only waited a few more years to die, he might have left the underground hell and lived to see this wonderful world.

She stood in the doorway to his room for a long moment, trying to figure out how the hell he knew so much about her.

There was no way in hell it was going to be her, not with all he'd revealed during their secrets game.

He was making her life hell.

It had the effect they desired of convincing the Others he had crushed the gem and was unleashing hell on earth in his quest for revenge for them taking Jessi.

He assessed her body to identify where she was hurt, so he could heal her.

If his evil works outweigh his good, he falls finally under the power of Satan, Vand the pains of hell are his portion for ever.

In 585 he sought to heal the schism which had subsisted since the time of Pelagius I.

But he understood the Gospel as being primarily an assured hope and a holy law, as fear of the Judge who can cast into hell and as an inflexible rule of faith and of discipline.

And when everything was prepared the prince or subject who was to knight him came into the hall, and, the candidate's sword and spurs having been presented to him, he delivered the right spur to the " most noble and gentle " knight present, and directed him to fasten it on the candidate's right heel, which he kneeling on one knee and putting the candidate's right foot on his knee accordingly did, signing the candidate's knee with the cross, and in like manner by another " noble and gentle " knight the left spur was fastened to his left heel.

Yet when a leper declared that Jesus could heal him, if only He would, " He put forth His hand and touched him."

He desired to remain unknown, and not to extend His mission to the heathen population, but the extraordinary faith and the modest importunity of a Syrophenician woman induced Him to heal her daughter.

It was followed by the entry of Jesus into Capernaum, where He was asked to heal the servant of a Roman officer.

One minister who appeared in gold lace and dress sword for his first, and regularly appointed, official call on the president, was received - as he insisted with studied purpose - by Jefferson in negligent undress and slippers down at the heel.

But his efforts were defeated by the unrelenting hostility of the church, and by the incapacity of his contemporaries to understand his aims. After being forced in his lifetime to submit to authority, he was consigned by Dante to hell.

He also made many songs of the terrors of the coming judgment, of the horrors of hell and the sweetness of heaven; and of the mercies and the judgments of God."

And as his deeds are, so shall be his fate and his future lot on the Day of Judgment; when he must cross the Bridge Cinvat, which, according to his works, will either guide him to the Paradise of Ahuramazda or precipitate him to the Hell of Ahriman.

On his return he took in hand to heal with the Hasmonaeans, and in 25 B.C. the old intriguers, their victims like Mariamne, and all pretenders were dead.

The Godolphin Barb or Arabian, as he was commonly called, was a brown bay about 15 hands in stature, with an unnaturally high crest, and with some white on his off hind heel.

He turned on one heel and stalked toward the house.

The two vamps behind the first went down with one shot each, and he grunted as the others racing down the opposite side of the alley managed to plant two rounds in him before he blasted all of them to hell.

Dusty didn't think he had an ounce of sympathy in him, but he couldn't help wishing he could spare Bianca's brother the hell that came with being the Black God.

He gave a nod of greeting, then spun on his heel and strode towards the awaiting vamps.

She could see the future and he was a … what the hell was he?

He gently removed the tube from the Oracle and placed his hand over the wound to heal it.

He spun on his heel and left.

A creature that powerful has no need to lie, until he wants to lure you to Hell.

She was expecting to see some gruesome scene like that in the second bedroom caused by Darkyn's demons a week ago or what he'd done to his own demons who tried to drink her blood in Hell.

He went from battle to the halls of Hell to a horse, leading a rebellion of the demon army across the mortal plane.

He must rely upon physical prowess and dealmaking skills to lure Immortals and mortals to Hell in order to tap into the great stores of magic.

But … he doesn't mistreat me and there's potential for me to do good from Hell.

The girl tried to ape the boy's swagger, the way he kicked and splashed at every rock in his path like he was going for an ice cream or coming home from school instead of crawling deeper into the earth in this hell hole.

He watched as past-Death disappeared through the only way out of Hell for regular Immortals like him.

He was treating her the way he did every other hapless, foolish, unsuspecting human he pulled down to Hell.

He'd dealt with Darkyn a few times since the demon lord was released from his exile in the pits of Hell.

Coming from the sweet human before him, however, the news made Gabriel want to bargain for entry into Hell just so he could destroy those dealers who thought it was okay to hurt her.

He suspected there was much more to past-Death's story but never expected to discover the human was alive and well in Hell.

Assuming it was some sort of uncivilized training exercise engineered by the half-breed in charge of the Council, he was nonetheless stopped from enjoying his first tea since returning from Hell.

He last experienced it … … Monday night, when Deidre had gone to Hell.

Despite Rhyn's fury and occasional diversion from the Immortal Codes, he still believed in them, a weakness Sasha was trying to beat out of him since their eldest brother --the peacemaker and enforcer of the Council That Was Seven --sentenced them both to Hell.

He broke off their relationship when Kris took interest in him and soon after, Kris convinced Andre to banish Sasha to Hell.

Surprised, he cursed Death for dumping the vulnerable human he was meant to protect into Hell before freeing him!

Ully looked at her, even more pale than usual, and she retreated to the castle, worried sick about Toby and Rhyn, even knowing the half-demon could take out half the demons in Hell if he felt like it.

Determined, he went to the one spot in Hell where he could cross into the shadow world.

He felt the loss of their bond like he.d felt the isolation of Hell.

If he's half as alpha-male as Rum-ass, hell no!

Rhyn opened a portal and walked through the cool shadow place.  The shadow world felt … strange this time.  He looked around, unsettled by the sensation that someone else was there.  The black portal to Hell throbbed then dimmed, as if someone and come through.

While not large, the Immortal underworld was separated by several different domains, two of which – Hell and Death's domain - were contained within shields no one could enter.  At least, no normal Immortal or demon could enter.  As a creature of both worlds, Rhyn could enter Hell, and he'd found by visiting Gabe that he was able to enter Death's domain, too.

I can't just go to Hell without a plan, and maybe he can – " "No, Kiki.

He spun, surprised his pragmatic brother would compare an existence in Hell to one of luxury and freedom.

Kris wanted to think that Kiki was the demon trying to drag him into Hell for nefarious purposes.  It was almost easier to swallow than reaching out to help the brother he'd held as his enemy for so long.  And who might've been more able to hold the Council together than Kris.

The room even smelled like Sasha.  Rhyn cursed his dead half-brother silently and left, traveling the black stone halls of the fortress in Hell where he'd spent most of his life.  He reached the door before the block of cells where Sasha had collected his favorite creatures in Hell to create his own twisted, private zoo.  They'd referred to the sick Immortal as the zookeeper, a creature as deserving of a cell as any.

The man who spent lifetimes in Hell out of a sense of family loyalty would be just as loyal to any he was charged to protect.

He huddled deeper into his coat, more than the rain chilling him.  The Ully-demon still wore Ully's face, but the rest of his body had grown bony and taller.  Toby couldn't help wondering when Ully had been swapped for a demon, but it had to have been before they left Hell.

He didn't believe Rhyn would've made the right decisions all along, but he couldn't deny that the half-demon wasn't the creature he remembered Andre sending to Hell.

She stepped closer to him as she had in their dream, gazing up into his molten silver eyes.  He'd gone to Hell for Hannah and confronted Death for her.  He'd killed demons to protect her and defied his family to find – and keep – her.

He wanted something a hell of a lot stronger—a double bourbon and leave the bottle but he knew the return trip to Parkside lay before him.

He didn't steal the money—he found it—and aside from some name changing, it would be hell to prove he defrauded anyone.

He should've felt something, perhaps gratitude to the man before him, for the Watchers had helped Sofi find him and Bianca heal him.

He loves the thrill of the car at full speed He's hell bent on taking the lead.

He says that hell is a delusion; he declares that the coming of the Son of God was a mere mockery.

Before he became a renegade from the armies of Hell he was Al Simmons, an assassin working for the United States Security Group.

He runs it over my left heel to smooth down the rough parts left by the scalpel.

Michael Owen has been included, tho I don't think he's got a snowball 's chance in hell of being fit.

The Fighter/Thief has his wounds tended and healed by Clerics using heal Spells, so that he is ready for combat again.

What the bleeding hell was he on about, don't go climbing waterfalls?

According to Clarendon he was "a brave bad man," with "all the wickedness against which damnation is pronounced and for which hell fire is prepared."

His own uncle Abu Lahab had rudely repelled him,and in a brief special sura (cxi.) he and his wife are consigned to hell.

He glided silently on one foot half across the room, and seeming not to notice the chairs was dashing straight at them, when suddenly, clinking his spurs and spreading out his legs, he stopped short on his heels, stood so a second, stamped on the spot clanking his spurs, whirled rapidly round, and, striking his left heel against his right, flew round again in a circle.

Michael Owen has been included, tho I do n't think he 's got a snowball 's chance in hell of being fit.

Ogami Itto is dead - Lone Wolf lives on, continuing his blood spattered journey through the land he calls Hell.

He will not give them eternal life so that they can suffer in the flame of that torment of hell fire.

What the bleeding hell was he on about, do n't go climbing waterfalls?

He went running in the mornings rain or shine, but his broken heel had been his bane.

He is a real doctor whose focus is on treating a person as a whole to help the body heal as opposed to an MD who treats specific diseases and conditions.

He uses this knowledge to aid the body to heal itself.

He published a book in 1928 entitled, 'Aromatherapie' and this is how the use of essential oils to heal was associated with this term.

He understood this language, and after the song ended, he got on the microphone himself and said, "the bride from hell says we can't do anymore karaoke so I guess we won't be singing anymore.

My fiancé had caught on fire, but it could have been worse and he would eventually heal with very little scarring.

He can look, but never break from the heel by your side.

However, after all the hell he puts you through, it's still just as satisfying as a long drudged out climax.

Bison hosted the second world warrior tournament, wherein he is killed by Akuma's (Gouki in Japan) Shun Goku Satsu (Instant Hell Murder, or The Raging Demon).

As he watched these fashionable women walk, David wondered, "If they can turn robots into high-performance vehicles, surely there must be a way to transform a high heel into a low-heeled, comfort version of the very same shoe."

He figured that an adequate shock absorber on the heel of his running shoe could alleviate a lot of his pain, so he decided to attach a coiled spring to the bottom of his heel and took the shoes out for a test run.

He uses his blood (vampire blood is very restorative) to heal her.

Angel spends some time in hell and when he returns, Buffy cares for him and nurses him back to health.

He takes Angel's place in the prophecy and sacrifices himself at the end of the series to save Buffy and the others when the First Evil unleashes hell on the world.