Held Sentence Examples

She held up the picture.

He held the phone out to Lisa.

Maybe it was the soft accent that held her attention.

She held a handkerchief to her eyes and her face was tearful.

Giddon held his hands out and the toddler hurled herself into his arms.

In fact, they held a tenderness she had never seen.

Carmen held out a hand.

His eyes held a glint of humor that never crossed his lips.

Yet a single glass of its water held up to the light is as colorless as an equal quantity of air.

She held hers up for him to see.

His eyes twinkled and his voice held a touch of humor.

Dr. Bell gave her a down pillow, which she held against her to increase the vibrations.

She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.

That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.

He kept one hand, in which he clasped his tobacco pouch, inside the bosom of his dressing gown and held the stem of his pipe firmly with the other.

He held her without speaking, probably sensing there was little he could say to make her feel better.

He held out his hand to shake.

The feast was held in the grandest room of the palace.

He carried a white napkin upon his arm, and held the cup of wine very daintily with three of his fingers.

Sarah held his shoulders.

She held up a newspaper.

I held out my hand; nothing.

She held his hand.

She still held Jonathan's hand.

I miss that and I'm not going to be held back simply because you're afraid to have me wandering around on my own.

Once again, I held back.

He held his hand out inviting her to sit at the piano.

She moved forward and held Jackson's other arm.

Felipa took her from his arms and held her.

He never looked directly at her, but the way he held back branches was indication enough that he knew she was there and was thinking of her.

In his hand he held a bowl of ice cream, and his eyes held a welcome spark of humor.

His hand still held her arm captive.

He pulled his hands from behind his back and held them out to her.

Cynthia dropped to the couch and held the cool rag to her face as a new wave of nausea clutched her stomach.

For a moment he held Zach, body in one hand and head cradled in the other.

The room, in near total darkness, held a barely audible hum for background music.

I opened each somewhere in the middle and held it flat on the table after recording the title and page number.

He held a phone to his ear.

In fact, he's gone missing, Quinn held a super market tabloid as we shared coffee before starting our day.

While Merrill Cooms knew there were five of us and had spoken to each, we'd never identified which one of us held the gift.

She hesitated, but saw I still held the knife by my side.

Betsy held my hand, sensing the fear in my voice as I spoke.

Molly held Bumpus' leash as we strolled down the wide sidewalk.

I held both her hands in mine.

She reached for the papers Molly held.

He held up his hand in a stopping gesture.

Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.

The spokesman held out his hand for the fifty.

The girl was younger than Annie, but she was taken from her bed, same as Annie, and held for a week or more.

While we couldn't keep up with the ambulance but we held our own and kept the emergency vehicle in sight.

That was the scientist in Quinn, frustrated that within grasp he held the partnered ability with Howie to go where no one before them had ventured.

The unspeakable deeds of this animal who held us were well known to me, vicariously, through the notes of Howie's visits to his past.

We held hands, needing each other's comfort.

We held one another and allowed ourselves to cry.

When we were not working, we held hand constantly.

Bianca held her breath and waited, able to feel the tension between them even with her eyes closed until he spoke again.

She closed her eyes and held her breath against the smells of sulfur and blood.

He held her gaze, gauging her reaction.

She tugged at her hands, but he held her tight, enjoying the feel of her beneath him.

Darian held up his hand and stared at it.

She gave him a puzzled smile and reached out to take the phone he held out.

A smile escaped despite Jenn's wariness, and the model held out a manicured hand.

Sofia gave a faint smile and held out her hand, palm up.

Toni held up a sleek phone and Bluetooth earpiece.

His face was excited as he held out the contents of his hands.

He held her gaze, struck by the aura of power around her.

He wrapped her arm around her throat as he pulled her into his body and held her there with an arm across her chest.

She released the breath she held, the danger averted.

Tell everyone I said hello and I'm being held hostage by one of the Others.

When she returned fully dressed and armed to the teeth, he held out his hand.

The woman strained to break his grip, but he held her in place.

She pulled a pen and paper off the desk in the corner and held them out to him.

She held out her hand.

The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.

It was her turn to roll her eyes but she held out a hand to Jule.

Darian held out his as well, and Jule took both their hands, at once bombarded with Bianca's cool energy and Darian's hot energy.

He hugged her, a darker thought crossing his mind as he held her and their child close.

Xander held up a hand, catching the bullets and then tossing them.

Xander held out his hand.

He held out his arm.

His eyes lingered on her face for a moment, and then he held out his hand.

She held out a hand to him, and he took it.

He held out a hand, and she hugged him instead of taking it.

He held out his hand, and Yully went to him.

He held out a bottle of red water.

Damian held up his hand.

The quarterly conference held four times a century with the highest ranking station commanders was coming up soon, and he had more pressing issues to resolve before it launched.

He hadn't held a woman in too long, and he'd never held one for the sole purpose of comforting her.

It held breakfast for two, and he racked his mind for who the other was.

He held her another minute, resting his chin on her head.

He held up the long syringe.

He shifted his hand to her neck and held her in place, placing his bloodied wrist against her lips.

Damian held out his hand to her.

She moved closer and held out her hand.

She rubbed her temples and issued a challenging glare to the contents of the pantry, furious once more she could eat none of the wonderful things it held.

Damian wrapped his arm around her and held her close for a moment, torn between thoughts of her naked and thoughts of his brother's death.

He held her at arm's length, forcing himself out of the cloud of desire tormenting him.

A short time later, she sagged against the toilet, ignoring Pierre as he tsked and held her hair.

She groaned and held her stomach.

She held her head in her hands, tormented by his pain without understanding how she was supposed to help a dead man.

Visitors held out their hands like this, Dusty said, indicating his outstretched hand.

He held out his hand, and Dusty clasped his wrist, allowing Damian to Travel them both to Tucson Sector HQ.

The dress was thick silk and moved like water as she pulled it free and held it against her.

They exchanged a greeting in a foreign language that sounded like Russian before he held out his hand to her.

She held his hand longer than she should.

She swallowed hard and held out her hand to another woman in red.

She held up an IV bag.

Linda's brow furrowed, but she held out her hand.

His voice held an upbeat note and natural warmth that she liked.

He looked at the charm dangling from her necklace and held out his hand to her, palm up.

He snatched her head with his other hand, then held her nose closed as she clamped her mouth shut.

He held Damian's ring in front of her face and then tucked it into her jeans.

Sofia held onto him as if his life depended on it and shook her head to clear the dizziness.

She held up her hand.

Darian held his head, and she wrapped her arms around him, wishing she could protect him from the dark memories breaking free.

Darian began to cry, and she held him tighter.

He held his head and leaned into her, struggling.

She held out her hand and drew near.

She held her breath and stayed still, praying their interest was passing, and they'd move on.

Across the room, Darkyn held the tension of a taut rubber band.

He held up the hourglass in the space between them.

He held her in place.

She was beyond terrified of the power Darkyn held.

She held no sway in what happened or played no larger part in their twisted doings.

Deidre held her breath and hoped her heartbeat wasn't as loud to him as it was to her.

Darkyn held out a hand to her.

Deidre held his gaze, wishing she knew the right answer to anything.

He held out something to her.

Deidre held his gaze, heart quick but calm in her decision.

Deidre rose and held out her hand.

He held her for a moment then swept her up in his arms.

She held out the hourglass.

He held her gaze without speaking.

He reached into his pocket and held out his hand.

Cringing, she held out her hand.

She held out a hand to Past-Death.

Cynthia released the tears she'd held in check.

Dean held his comment.

Dean held his tongue.

She snuggled next to him, usually an invitation for love, but tonight he sensed she just wanted to be held.

Dean held his wife closely, expecting more tears, but they didn't come.

She held it out and looked at it.

His work held the rapt attention of his audience.

Dean stood up and held her close so she couldn't see his cheering smile.

Dean held back the door and Fitzgerald brushed past him, turning into the parlor where most of the Bird Song guests were gathered.

Fred scratched his head as he held up the skull for close examination.

He held it closer to his light.

Dean wasn't anxious for Westlake to pursue the conversation and was relieved that the subject apparently held no interest for him.

When at last they arrived at the trail's end, Westlake parked, placed a rock behind his wheel, and held out his polka-dot umbrella.

He held up the small white bone he'd found at the mine.

He held up the bone.

Absent one of those gizmos to see around corners or a newspaper with a hole in it to held high like all the really cool spies do, Dean tried the direct approach.

Pumpkin held up the hanger, his outfit draped like black robed judge.

The Ouray Rescue Squad held an annual fund raising breakfast each Fourth of July, enabling the Deans to share an early meal of eggs, sausage, and fixings in the company of friends and neighbors.

By the time he neared the woman, she'd crossed the intersection where the water fight would be held later, and was passing the bank in the heart of town.

She held out her hand again.

I guess he had some bucks at one time—back when he bought all this land—but his bank account never held a candle to mine.

She held up a disposable camera.

When the phone rang for the fourth time, Dean assumed it was either a call for reservations or more discussion on the upcoming New Jersey wedding plans, but Cynthia held the phone against herself and called to her husband.

He was peppered with questions from the rescuers, many of whom he recognized, but he held responses to a negative shake of his head and Billy Langstrom's name.

Dean moved close enough to bump Fitzgerald but held his temper.

She twisted the cap from the bottle and held it out to him.

She turned and gave him a big hug, wet hands held aloft.

Dean simply held out his hand.

Dean held his temper.

Cynthia looked about to cry, but her anger held her tears in check, at least until they were back in bed.

Dean wanted to say the obvious—that the location was her suggestion—but held back.

But he realized Fitzgerald held the upper hand—at least for the present.

Cynthia held her young charge tightly about the shoulders.

Dean took his wife's hand and pulled her to her feet and held her until her sobbing subsided.

One school of thought held that he was a victim of unproven rumors about Billy Langstrom's accident, spread to Denver by Billy's high school friends.

Another held him accountable, with remorse causing him to take his own life.

Silently agreeing, Wynn released the breath he held only after he heard the door close behind Darkyn.

She held up the bag by its string.

Fascinated by the texture of his palm, she took and held his hand up until she was able to see the roughness of his calloused palm.

Gabriel had held her on the beach.

Gabriel held up his hand.

His eyes glowed turquoise, and he held a glass of wine in one hand.

When he pulled her to a stop, she held her breath.

She held her breath, wondering if he meant to respond or not.

He didn't think he could do much worse, but the fact the Dark One held the key to something he might need to know was not promising.

He nudged her off him and onto her side then wrapped his arms around her and held her against him.

Deidre let the tears fall that she'd held back.

He was cold where Andre was warm, and Wynn's direct gaze held no emotion.

Deidre held no warmth at all for Darkyn, but she could understand that the girl didn't belong in this mess.

She held out a hand to Deidre.

The girl tapped his arm then held up three fingers, the sign she'd made to mean Wynn.

She held up two fingers.

She held up two fingers again.

All eyes were on him as he held the infant in front of him, one hand under her body and the other supporting her head.

After a moment, she stepped forward and held out her hands to Destiny.

Lori's voice held an edge.

Alex tried to disentangle Destiny, but she held on tight and started to whine.

Destiny had finally reached the point that she would tolerate being held by Lori, but after a few minutes she was ready to get down or go to Alex, Carmen or Jonathan.

It was one of those perfect spring days that held the promise of summer.

He silently held her close for a moment.

Alex held his arms out to Destiny.

She gazed up at him as he held the barn door open for her.

She held on to his hand, as if keeping him from falling off a cliff.

His gaze held hers and he tried to talk, but he only managed to cough.

She held his limp hand and fought back panic.

His smile was polite, but the eyes held a glint of humor.

For a long moment they held each other, lost in a sweet moment of oneness.

Carmen held her close.

For a moment he held her, looking down at her face.

How long had it been since he had held her – kissed her?

And then, his face as she held his hand; he was trying to convey something.

It was like my vocal cords opened for me to breath and closed when I held my breath, but that was it.

He gathered the last of the eggs and placed them in the basket she held.

His dark eyes held a glint of humor.

For a moment they held each other and kissed.

He pulled her close and held her.

She leaned against him and he held her close.

He held her gaze for a moment too long before looking away.

It wasn't out of the realm of the possible that the information he needed was hidden in some sort of sadistic treasure hunt created by the sociopathic goddess who held the title of Death before him.

He held her gaze as he spoke.

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.

The eyes that once turned from black to white to every color in between were now blue-green in color, and her face held a human flush enhanced by his lovemaking.

He pulled off the compass and held it out.

Tamer held out his hand.

Gabe's step slowed as he neared the man dressed in a white shirt held closed by two buttons and cream linen pants rolled to his knees, as if he'd been walking in the ocean.

She held nothing back as he drove her to sensations and heights she'd never imagined.

His heartbeat was strong and steady, the thick arm wrapped around her as it had been when he held her after they'd made love for the last time before falling asleep.

She was going to break down any second, but the effort the man before her put into preparing himself held her horrified attention.

She held out a saucer and cup.

Deidre slumped and held her head up with her hands.

She held her face in her hands.

He couldn't forget the energy of the bond that tore through when he held her on the roof.

He plucked it out of Gabe's hands and held it up.

She held out something that looked like a compass.

You're pretty much all that held me together over the years.

Her palms were sweating at the memories the beach house held.

He held her gaze, and she had the sense that he was looking beyond her, to her soul, examining it as only Death could.

Gabriel held the door open for Katie, who took the hint and walked out.

She wasn't sure why she expected either from him, except that she still held half a hope that she might live beyond three months.

The forest and darkness created a sense of cozy intimacy, one that held her without crushing her, unlike the rest of the world.

A form melted from the shadows before her, and she held her breath.

She thought it a result of the water, until she withdrew her hand and held the gem in her palm.

He gripped her wrists and held them behind her back.

He held her in silence.

Gabriel held her gaze a moment longer before his hands dropped, and he walked away.

He held out his fist.

Andre was rendered dead-dead while Rhyn was stuck in Hell, killed by the same brother who held Rhyn prisoner.

Gabriel's jaw ticked as held her gaze for a long moment.

She held her breath, suspecting what might come next.

Gabriel held his tongue.

She'd faced the reality but held out some hope it wasn't inevitable.

As if sensing her fear, Darkyn held out his hand once more.

Shaking and terrified, Deidre nonetheless held his gaze as she closed the distance between them, until she stood less than a foot away.

Deidre sucked in a breath and held it, squeezing her eyes closed.

She focused on the chart he held up to the light.

Death held out her hand, and an hourglass with black sand appeared in her palm.

Gabriel held out a vial he'd last seen in the hand of a furious Death.

His glaring spotlight of a flashlight blinded her as he walked to the driver's door, and she held her hand up.

The officer stared at her then held up an ID card with the boy's picture.

Toby held the elevator for her and pressed the button for all twenty floors.

He held out his hands.

He held up the bottle and retreated to the bathroom.

She glanced down to watch the blood stream down the drain then held up her arm.

Andre held out his hand.

Jade waited, and Kris held his gaze in silence.

He held out an arm she ignored, instead marching past him.

She tensed and held her breath.

The woman across the hall held the same beguiling aura.

Rhyn retreated to the wall and sat with his back against it, staring at the healer that held the woman protectively in his arms.

Though she tried hard not to fear death, she wondered what kind of creature was capable of breaking through bars made of materials she'd never before seen and held in place with some sort of magic.

She hadn't slept all night, afraid of what other secrets the night held.

He held up a bottle.

Katie held her breath, awaiting the awful news.

He held out a hand, motioning toward the door.

The oriental man held a PDA and was frowning as he read through notes while the others waited for him to speak.

Her gaze settled on Jade, whose dark eyes still held the fire of danger.

His voice held an accusatory note that Kris ignored.

She cried out and arched, blinded by pain as he held her against the wall.

When she opened her eyes, he held her tightly against him.

He scampered across the lab to a fridge that held cold tools and bottles of mysterious serums, everything except what a normal person put in a fridge.

She sighed and held out her arm, setting the perfume on the table as she sat.

Ully caught it and held it up.

She held out a hand.

The door held, and she scrambled back to brace it.

She held up her bloody arm.

Jared changed to his human form and held up one hand, holding his back with the other.

He released the healer whose arm he held.

She met his gaze and held it, her pupils dilating and a faint flush spreading across her features.

She held her breath.

The door bucked but held.

Her gaze settled on the statue of Rhyn, whose large eyes held an ominous look too old for his chubby little face.

He held her close and breathed in her scent.

His gaze burned into her, and she held her breath, awaiting his decision of whether or not to leave her alive.

The death dealer emerged from the hall running between the two wings, the trembling form of Lankha held under one arm like a bag of cement.

Gabriel crossed to him and held out the healer.

Rhyn lowered his machete and held his hand out.

Katie stood on her tiptoes and looked up, taking one last look at the blue sky before she held her breath and ducked beneath the water.

There is no negotiating with the Yirkin scum or my father's killer, A'Ran thought but held his tongue, aware his only ally believed himself right in this.

She held her forearm out to the door as she approached, glancing again at the gold band around her wrist that Romas had emphasized she needed to wear at all the times.

For once, she hadn't corrected his English, only nodded once more and held out her arm for the bracelet.

Kiera held her breath for her friend as Evelyn stepped forward.

The clear broth held a tangy, rich flavor, like spiced butter.

Long, dark hair was held in place at the base of his neck by a thick band of rose gold.

He held her against him, his dark, spicy-sweet scent seizing her senses.

She held the hand of the man before her, walking on a dead planet of nothing but rocky hills, dried streams, and cracked earth.

Kiera held her breath.

The odd energy flowing between them held them both in silence for a long moment before he spoke.

She held up her arm, uncertain how to release it.

It had been a very, very long time since any man had held her.

Her shape was firm but lush and had fit in his arms with her shoulders settling between his when he'd held her outside of the house.

She held out her arm instead.

Why did-- He held up a hand to silence her, and she waited, circling the table to face him.

She held out her hand for him to take the sword.

If she proved to be as he suspected she was, she might find herself the first woman in his society given the official position of strategy battle planner, a position traditionally held by the dhjan alone.

She felt the familiar, core-deep connection, the one intimate enough for her body to respond, as he held her gaze.

He held her for a long moment, surprised to find her sorrow echoed in his breast at knowing she might choose to leave.

She held her breath, staring at the configuration as she flew through the atmosphere.

I almost died a million times over, and if I didn't know how to enable the shields on the escape pod, I would have burned up in the atmosphere, and if that didn't kill me, then hitting the planet-- He held up a hand, planting it across her mouth when she refused to stop.

She withdrew the grass from her pocket and held it out as a peace offering, uncertain how to take his mood.

She held it with two hands and retreated to the fountain, unable to shake the instinct that said the dagger on the fountain was the same.

She set the knife down on the edge and circled the fountain again until she'd reviewed all three of the pictographs where the female figure held a dagger.

Stinging made her curse, and she grimaced as she held her thumb over the fountain.

Nervous, uneasy, she made her way down the wall toward the Council members, who held court with themselves.