Kiera Sentence Examples

Kiera settled at an uncomfortable angle, the sandpapery red roofing snagging her polyester disco clothing and preventing her from sliding over the nearby edge of the three-story row house.

The dinner party Evelyn threw to celebrate Kiera's first commissioned piece of art had been a success, as was expected.

Kiera's thoughts, warm and fuzzy after too much of Evelyn's special punch, drifted as she gazed into the quiet night sky.

Kiera managed a hurt tone and rolled on her side to frown at her blurry best friend of fifteen years.

Kiera's tone grew more hurt.

Kiera was quiet and flopped onto her back.

I'll take care of your house while you're gone, Kiera offered.

Kiera dreamt of a planet filled with spiders and dinosaurs and awoke in her bed a couple of hours later to the soft sound of her alarm clock going off.

Kiera scowled at the closed door.

The fact that he worshiped the ground Evelyn walked on and took care of her made Kiera jealous.

Kiera took her usual chair, and Romas ruffled her hair as he passed her.

They exchanged a heated look so intense Kiera blushed.

Kiera's eyes flew up.

Stunned, Kiera tried to figure out what to say as they both looked expectantly at her.

Kiera found she truly was happy for her, though her own happiness was clouded by a sense of sadness and yearning.

Kiera frowned, concerned by his silence.

Kiera stared at him.

Thrilled, Kiera looked over the paperwork outlining her first sales.

Kiera asked, thinking hard.

Kiera asked with a frown.

Evelyn grinned and tossed a paperback at Kiera.

Kiera doubted she would change her mind but decided to humor her happy friend.

I feel like I'm in a good place with all that, Kiera said.

Kiera had suspected Romas to be independently wealthy by his complete lack of concern for being anywhere but with Evelyn for the last three months.

Kiera rolled her eyes.

Evelyn bolted for the stairwell, unwilling to allow anyone but Kiera to see her without make-up, while Kiera went to the door.

Kiera sought an explanation, recalling he was not familiar with most slang despite his mastery of English.

Kiera shook her head, perplexed by their odd invitation to stay with them.

Evelyn made it sound permanent, as though Kiera would just pick up and leave for another country.

The next two days passed quickly as Kiera helped Evelyn set up her sudden wedding.

Evelyn handled it all with cheerfulness while Kiera stressed over the shade of flowers clashing with the décor, and the cake containing nuts, which Romas was allergic to.

The newlyweds spent the night at a local luxury hotel-- also an arrangement made by Kiera-- and she was left alone in the row house full of boxes.

Kiera had never seen anyone so happy.

She left the bathroom, pulling on an oversized, soft T-shirt Evelyn had shanghaied from Romas and Kiera had shanghaied from Evelyn.

Kiera glanced around again, shook her head, and crawled into bed.

Kiera rose and trotted down to her studio, happy to see the movers had left her studio alone.

Settling Kiera on a grey slab bench, the first man straightened and motioned the other over.

Kiera hadn't wanted to come, even for the proposed week.

Evelyn knew-- and Romas assured her-- Kiera would be fine.

She had to bring Kiera with her.

One sat perched on Kiera's bed, watching her sleep.

It didn't spin webs and looked more to Evelyn like a mutated cat, but the moment she recalled Kiera's fear, she also realized that the cat-like creature would easily pass as a large spider.

Kiera would freak when she saw the cats.

After Kiera's three months of tormenting him, he would find turning the tables satisfying.

You know Kiera well enough.

She'd been contemplating how to break the news to Kiera.

She was doing what she thought was best for her friend, and Kiera would hate that.

That Kiera would have her ocean, sky, and grass on the new planet?

Kiera was cursing and shouting.

The softened expression on Romas's face-- only present for her-- hardened as he prepared himself to deal with whichever of his warriors had happened upon Kiera.

Romas strode in unasked, and she cursed quietly as she saw the cat-like critter chasing Kiera.

Kiera was yelling at it, her blue eyes large and wild.

Evelyn would've laughed had Kiera not appeared so terrified and bewildered.

The warriors made no move to corner the critter or even calm Kiera down.

He grabbed Kiera with the other arm and flung her over his shoulder.

Kiera babbled the entire time, convinced it was a dream.

Romas set Kiera down gently.

Kiera bounded away from him and flung her arms around Evelyn, who gave a startled laugh and hugged her back.

Romas ignored her and grabbed Kiera, pulled her away to face him, and gave her a stiff shake.

She elbowed Romas away to stand before Kiera.

Kiera's eyes strayed from Evelyn's, and she twisted all the way around, taking in everything, before she started to cry.

Kiera wiped her eyes and gazed at her with a deep frown, then said, "I had a dream once about being sent into outer space."

Kiera's face skewed again as she started crying once more.

Kiera was bound to be traumatized until she saw for herself there were no monster-sized spiders on Romas's home planet.

Kiera's tears stopped sometime during the hours of explanation and history lessons Evelyn gave.

Kiera wasn't watching Star Wars but living it.

Evelyn looked defeated, and Kiera expected she had already covered the subject exhaustively.

Before Evelyn could answer, another thought occurred to Kiera.

I swear it to you, Kiera.

Kiera's chest clenched as she began crying again.

Kiera squeezed her back, feeling very, very lost.

Kiera had nodded as was expected while wondering what the hell Evelyn drank to make all this seem reasonable.

Kiera grunted without turning.

I can't make sense of things, Kiera said.

Kiera glanced at her.

Kiera did so and set it carefully on her knee.

Kiera echoed with a raised eyebrow.

They like you Kiera, Evelyn said, and raised her chin toward the warriors near them.

Kiera gave an unladylike snort.

Kiera glanced at her, hearing the nervousness for the first time.

Kiera looked at her, attempting to decipher her warning.

Kiera stepped forward, eager to reach Evelyn.

Evelyn was the queen of handling crowds, but Kiera could think of nothing more than ducking into a safe corner and staying there with her back to the wall.

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

Evelyn's words were too quiet for Kiera to hear.

Kiera felt she should have curtseyed or saluted or something.

A slight smile drew up one side of Lishana's mouth, and Kiera felt the urge to smile as well.

You are welcome, Kiera.

Kiera watched them, somewhat relieved not to be the center of attention any longer.

The two scuffled for a seat next to one of their older brothers across from Kiera before a look from Mison quieted them.

As a fan of good food, Kiera found Evelyn's words to be quite true.

The boys across from Kiera began giggling.

Evelyn leaned to whisper to Romas, whose response was a tad too long for Kiera's impatient bladder.

Kiera removed the translator from her ear.

Something splashed Kiera, and she pushed the droplets from her face, concentrating on Evelyn.

Something furry dropped into Kiera's lap.

Kiera took two steps back, shuddering in disgust and fear.

Suddenly, Kiera really, really wanted to go home.

Kiera went more than willingly, near the emergency point for reaching the bathroom.

Kiera looked at them all, her gaze settling on the prisoner.

Kiera rubbed her arm with a small wince and forced herself to turn away.

Kiera relaxed, no longer feeling his gaze on her.

Kiera tapped her translator and shook her head.

Kiera followed as Evelyn turned toward the main house, a sprawling, single-story compound made of brilliant white stone and dotted with hundreds of glass-less windows.

Kiera looked at her friend, guilty for hurting her feelings despite her need to return to her own world.

And you'll have fun, too, Kiera.

Evelyn waited outside while Kiera entered the massive bathroom.

Kiera offered a smile and hurried past them, heart pounding and face red with embarrassment.

Kiera nodded, content to hide from the crowd.

Evelyn left Kiera's room with a frown, uncertain how to make everything up to her friend.

Kiera would figure things out soon, especially once Evelyn got her into this new world and its customs.

There would be no pressure on Kiera, and Evelyn would be there to support her.

Kiera had no clue how curious Romas's brothers were about her.

Even Romas's mother had inquired about Kiera.

Romas had then been given the painful job of explaining to Kisolm that Kiera would most likely not meld well with their traditions, and Kisolm would have to be disappointed.

Evelyn had almost laughed when Lishana's eyebrows shot up in response gave but loved Romas so much more for understanding Kiera well enough to defend her.

She looked at the band on her arm, then down the hall toward Kiera before propping her chin on his chest to gaze at him.

Kiera is an honored guest.

Kiera lay on the bed an hour after Evelyn left, staring at the white ceiling with its brightly corded edges.

Kiera tossed the thoughts around in her head, guilty at the thought of ditching Evelyn yet offended that Evey thought to keep her here without telling her.

Kiera jerked out of her thoughts and twisted on the bed to face her.

Her eyes strayed to the closet, as if wondering if Kiera found the boxes.

Kiera pretended not to notice and rose.

Kiera felt again that she was missing something but didn't know what.

Kiera groaned, dreading the idea of a party with so many strangers who were bound to think of her as the women in the bathroom had earlier.

I don't expect anyone to talk to me, Kiera muttered as she changed.

Kiera braced herself and exited behind Evelyn, whose quick step led them back to the main house and outside, where the floating tents were still in place.

Kiera almost missed it as she thought of where the cats had been placed.

Kiera's heart jumped, but they ignored her and walked toward the main foyer.

Kiera approached the door in two quick steps, waved her bracelet in front of one then the second access pad, and pushed the door to hurry it.

Kiera held her breath.

Kiera felt her ire rise at the blatant appraisal.

Kiera drew a breath as the intensity of his presence left.

Face flaming, Kiera turned to go.

Kiera watched as he slid the band over his right hand to settle it at his wrist before stripping his own band off his left arm.

Kiera watched him go, startled.

Her gaze settled on Kiera, a wounded look of betrayal there.

Evelyn's eyes widened, and she looked at Kiera again, this time in anger and concern.

Kiera asked, and tried to pull away.

Kiera roused herself, climbed to her feet, and stretched before the prisoner snagged her arm once more and began the quick pace again.

Kiera grabbed the prisoner's tunic, staring in horror as the ground dropped from beneath them.

Kiera made out a bed beneath her and gripped her head with a grimace.

Kiera hefted it and relaxed, cheered to be doing something other than thinking or pacing.

Talal strode toward her, and Kiera waited.

Kiera waved her armband.

Kiera felt her cheeks grow red.

Kiera didn't know where to start.

She spoke to him for several moments before his eyes rose and lingered on Kiera.

Ne'Rin returned his sword to a rack containing half a dozen similar swords in plain grey and approached Kiera.

Kiera stood aside, not as much out of deference but out of sudden realization that if she didn't, the man was likely to run her over.

Kiera sat beside Talal.

Uncomfortable, Kiera cleared her throat.

Kiera sensed his anger on the topic and said nothing.

Kiera was hungry and overwhelmed once again.

Kiera frowned and rose, walking away.

Talal gave one of her small bows and stayed where she was as Kiera walked away again.

Kiera liked her mind the way it was, liked roaming through the hallways and spending the mornings in training with the little boys out back.

Evelyn sat at the window seat, gazing at the dark sky as she had every night since Kiera disappeared.

She tugged gently on the moon dangling from the necklace Kiera gave her for her wedding.

One of those distant suns was hers, and maybe, one of those distant suns might be Kiera's.

She had already declared her intention of naming the baby Kiera whether it was a boy or girl.

It was a good, perfect little life, so much more than she ever expected, with the exception that her best friend in the universe-- Kiera-- might as well have been dead to her as far as Romas and his clan were concerned.

Bringing Kiera here was her one mistake.

Her first thought was that he had kidnapped Kiera and was now returning to take her.

What have you done with Kiera?

Kiera would never agree to marry someone in so short of a time, but to agree in any amount of time to a man as lethal in appearance as this?

By the look of this man, Kiera hadn't wed him by choice.

Romas had decreed that the man Kiera chose would have to have her agreement to be mated.

Kiera could be the most stubborn and frustrating woman Evelyn had ever met, and she'd sworn off any man, let alone an alien.

Kiera was well indeed if she were able to send a man like this to Evelyn's door looking for advice.

Kiera's mate hadn't counted on an obstinate bride.

She sat on the table and buried her face in her hands, grateful and relieved to be reconnected with Kiera, even if indirectly.

That Kiera's warrior was at least willing to do something so painful gave her some hope for her friend.

Kiera will never be the woman you warriors want.

Even if this man agreed to bring Kiera back for a visit, Romas and his clan would deny permission.

Her Kiera was well and raising hell.

Evelyn knew she didn't deserve to feel at peace after the mess she dragged Kiera into, but she did feel it, and it made her genuinely content for the first time since she'd kidnapped her best friend.

Kiera tugged at the moon on her necklace as she walked down the hall toward the video game room.

Kiera just freaked out with bad news.

Kiera frowned, offended Ne'Rin thought so little of her, but not surprised.

Kiera spun and darted down the hall, snatching Talal's arm and pulling her around the corner before Ne'Rin saw them.

Kiera whispered, trotting down the hall.

Ne'Rin lingered, his hard gaze on Kiera.

Kiera bowed her head as she'd seen the sisters do, trying hard not to look guilty like she'd overheard his conversation.

Excited and nervous, Kiera crossed to it and waved her armband over the access pad.

Kiera stared at him, struggling to focus on his face when all she wanted to do was study every inch of his perfect body.

Kiera wiped her forehead, unable but to admire the sheen of sweat on A'Ran's wide upper body.

Kiera blinked and forced herself to pay attention.

Kiera stopped in the hallway, considering where the enigmatic dhjan might have gone.

Ne'Rin was closer to the door, and Kiera remained in the shadows inside the house, watching.

Kiera was more than a little surprised when he raised his sword for what would have been a death blow.

Kiera looked around uncertainly before returning her gaze to A'Ran.

Kiera squeezed the gifts to her chest and walked back to the house, lost in thought.

Kiera groaned softly as she shifted.

She was cheerful as usual and brought Kiera a set of clean clothing.

Kiera grimaced and rose, changing slowly before leaving her room for the training area.

Kiera concentrated on her movements rather than the silent form across from her, intent on not looking like a fool in front of a master warrior.

Kiera watched him lean both weapons against the side of the dwelling before he returned.

Kiera watched as he assumed the same position and shifted his stance into a new position.

Kiera lowered her hands and wiped sweat from her forehead.

Kiera grimaced at the distasteful wording.

Kiera hid a second translator in her pocket and exited the sprawling house to join him.

Kiera flushed and looked away.

Her eyes went to Kiera in surprise.

A'Ran's uncle remained at Kiera's pace.

Before she could move, Kiera's arm was caught by the man beside her.

Kiera watched Talal smile and bob another bow.

His dark eyes dropped to Kiera's features.

Kiera went, looking back once to see Mansr staring hard after her.

Kiera debated how he could have worse news, curious about the man and the war.

Kiera waited for him to speak, wanting to hide somewhere until she could think straight.

He shook himself mentally to refocus on the dire circumstances before him but was unable to force the thought of Kiera from his mind.

Though he was physically engaged in swordplay, Kiera sensed A'Ran's distraction the next morning as they sparred.

Kiera watched him, troubled by their morning interaction.

Kiera stared, unable to fathom she'd been ejected into the middle of space to die.

Kiera pulled her hair into a ponytail, the back of her neck already damp with sweat.

Kiera went, resisting the urge to call A'Ran.

Kiera stepped back and spun around, feeling overwhelmed.

Kiera climbed to her feet, barely caught herself from hitting the fountain with the next great tremor of the ground, and bolted for the door.

Kiera grunted as she hit the ground, and he wrapped an arm around her.

Kiera lay down in the dark and stared at the ceiling.

He watched as Mansr expertly organized the evacuations and aligned the space battle to keep the Yirkins' attention off the ships fleeing the planet's surface for the nearest moon, Kiera.

Talal had been right; Kiera was a fateful name for his nishani!

Kiera gasped, drawing Evelyn's attention from the paintings to the door.

Kiera stood dumbly, staring at her friend.

Kiera closed the door to the studio slowly, uncertain what she felt.

Kiera felt the awkward silence but didn't know what to say.

These are beautiful, Kiera.

Kiera's eyes went over all her paintings, settling again on the one of A'Ran.

A little late to matter, Kiera said with a shrug.

Kiera said nothing, trying to think the best of her friend while anger stirred.

Kiera wasn't surprised and felt bad for admitting it to herself.

Kiera listened, interested despite trying not to be.

Kiera looked at Evelyn, astonished by her callous words.

It's just … god, it's so awful, Kiera.

Kiera asked, trying hard to control the anger building within her.

Kiera rose and turned away, wondering how her friend was so clueless while standing in front of her painting of A'Ran.

Kiera asked, at the end of her patience.

Kiera released a deep breath and trailed her.

Kiera's heart still did somersaults, and she felt both doubtful Evelyn would follow through and ecstatic at the prospect.

Kiera raised the arm of her sweatshirt to reveal the band she already wore.

Kiera lowered the shirt, glad she'd never convinced herself to remove the band.

Evelyn rose, looking as tired as Kiera felt.

Kiera had bathed in the bathroom in the back of the craft, but it was too small to have a clothing unit.

She handed Evelyn a small bowl of water and then moved to Kiera, handing her a translator.

Kiera took it and put it on her earlobe.

Kiera said nothing, her mind racing.

The group was silent and tense, the warriors flanking Evelyn eyeing Kiera as much as the distant flashes of light.

Kiera looked around, speechless at the soaring ceilings, the atrium with a waterfall in the foyer, and pristine white walls covered with the multi-colored roping.

Kiera made her way through the crowd to an area with far fewer people.

They made a perfect couple, and Kiera was disgusted at the perfection before her that represented everything she had no hopes of ever attaining.

She had few instincts, unlike Kiera's hyperactive intuition, but she felt a definite tingling.

The warrior Kiera had been attempting to scale addressed Romas.

Kiera was near tears and began to squirm when the six-legged creature came into sight again.

Her friend was sure-footed and confident, but Kiera knew she was nervous.

Kiera almost apologized, but the approach and introduction of two pre-teen boys with white-blond hair and bright blue eyes distracted her.

Kiera's eyes dropped to her lap, and she stared at the mass of furry legs, freezing in place for a long moment.

One of the kittens dashed toward Kiera, moving sideways like a spider on its flexible legs, and she skittered farther away.

Kiera looked at her arm, where a bruise was already forming from Kisolm's grip.

Satisfied to find the sexy man wasn't a serial killer or worse, Kiera's attention shifted to the main house as they approached.

The women counted four doors, and Kiera held out her bracelet to the access pad.

If only Kiera had stayed seated or didn't have such a hyperactive bladder or just waited five minutes!

Romas could have convinced his brother to leave Kiera be, but now, with a blatant challenge from the prisoner, who had dared Kisolm to claim Kiera before he did … Romas trusted his brother, but Evelyn had seen the look on Kisolm's face when he looked at Kiera.

Kiera retorted even as her heart leapt at the prospect.

Kiera was about to grovel to her friend and apologize when the prisoner snatched her, wrapped a thick arm around her neck, and dragged her against his body.

Kiera, we have-- " "Is there anywhere to get some water around here?"

She had already declared her intention of naming the babe Kiera whether it was a boy or girl.

Romas had discarded most of Kiera's things after her disappearance, but Evelyn managed to salvage two boxes and keep them hidden.

Kiera was dumbstruck both by his willingness to teach her and his touch.

That they'd ally with the dishonorable Yirkin was his fault; his affront at taking Kiera from them was enough for them to overcome their distaste at dealing with the Yirkin, whom they viewed as even less civilized than the Anshan.

It's just … god, it's so awful, Kiera.

Kiera maneuvered through the crowd, out of place in her jeans, T-shirt, and armband marking her as Anshan.

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