This made him very proud of his skill.
Tik-tok moved by clockwork, and was made all of burnished copper.
This was a decision she had already made once - but not really.
Katie made a face.
He was a very wise and powerful ruler, and he made his country the greatest of any that was then known.
They rounded the corner of the building to see a group of men lounging against the fence, watching a display that made Carmen's blood run cold.
Even so, she was the one who had made the rule.
Alex rolled his eyes and made a face.
He made a boat for himself.
Alex made a face.
Within a few minutes the plane was dipping and rising in a way that made her stomach roll uncomfortably.
Henry, the Duke of Richmond, made war upon him and defeated him in a great battle.
They stopped by the side of the road and made their manners.
She made a face at him.
This made Zeb laugh, in turn, and the boy felt comforted to find that Ozma laughed as merrily at her weeping subject as she had at him.
He made a face and stopped his horse.
Katie said she should confront him when he did that - tell him how it made her feel.
"I'll lock the door," he said, his lips returning to hers and lingering in a way that made her feel weak.
Real horses, like myself, are made of flesh and blood and bones.
He didn't want to go and he had made no effort to get along with his father.
I made a terrified noise that brought Viny, my old nurse, to the rescue.
Zeb also wanted to see his home, and although he did not find anyone morning for him, the sight of Hugson's Ranch in the picture made him long to get back there.
A novel feeling of anger against the foe made him forget his own sorrow.
And finally she made a wicked plan to satisfy her depraved appetite for pork.
The beautiful creature passed her hands over her eyes an instant, tucked in a stray lock of hair that had become disarranged, and after a look around the garden made those present a gracious bow and said, in a sweet but even toned voice:
She rose and smoothed her hair, which was as usual so extremely smooth that it seemed to be made of one piece with her head and covered with varnish.
We've been married for nearly five years, and we just made love.
Your chief fault, my friend, is in being made of wood, and that I suppose you cannot help.
Sweets usually made her thirstier - but it was wet.
Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.
Had they made a mistake?
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
I have been made acutely aware of that fact since I was a child.
Instead, he drew a leathern case from his pocket and took from it several sharp knives, which he joined together, one after another, until they made a long sword.
Here and there were groups of houses that seemed made of clear glass, because they sparkled so brightly.
This thought, if a wordless sensation may be called a thought, made me hop and skip with pleasure.
One day the caliph, Haroun-al-Raschid, [Footnote: Haroun-al-Raschid (_pro._ ha roon' al rash'id).] made a great feast.
So they welcomed Coriolanus very kindly and made him the general of their army.
A number of bundles were made up for them to carry.
The fact that they were expecting two babies instead of one made it more of a challenge.
We have, in fact, envisioned a better world and have made it happen.
He's made my face all bloody, said he in a frightened whisper when the sergeant major had passed on.
He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Katie made a face and then winked at Carmen.
Workers made $30 a month, $25 of which went to their parents.
The messengers made due haste to carry the golden prize to Athens.
It doesn't matter that the person selling pencils doesn't know how the pencil is made; he only needs to know how to sell them.
The children were playing at "going to Moscow" in a carriage made of chairs and invited her to go with them.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
Katie made a face as she sat in the chair opposite Carmen.
For the other day, when you sat at dinner with your officers, I noticed that the wine made you act queerly.
Or to continue with fictional cases: Why does gasoline made from oil refined at one refinery burn more efficiently?
She made a face.
When whale oil got scarce and went up in price, the market made cheap kerosene for lighting.
As he went along he looked with pleasure at the year's splendid crop of corn, scrutinized the strips of ryefield which here and there were already being reaped, made his calculations as to the sowing and the harvest, and asked himself whether he had not forgotten any of the prince's orders.
I speak understandingly on this subject, for I have made myself acquainted with it both theoretically and practically.
This the Wizard placed underneath his hat and made a mystic sign above it.
You plotted against me, you lied to Prince Andrew about my relations with that Frenchwoman and made me quarrel with him, but you see I need neither her nor you!
None of it made sense.
That made all their children her aunts and uncles, and their grandchildren her cousins.
Coriolanus made his way to the city of Antium, [Footnote: Antium (_pro._ an'shi um).] which was not far from Rome.
Then with his strong face aglow in their feeble light, he made a speech in favor of a law to help poor fishermen.
Then he thought what a pretty picture might be made of his sister's sweet face and little hands.
They quickly surrounded him and made him their prisoner.
They were men who made the laws, and much depended upon their wisdom.
So he raised a great army and made war against other countries.
A practitioner took a scab from someone with a mild case, made an incision in the skin of a healthy person, and infected that person with the scab.
My father made holes in these so that I could string them, and for a long time they kept me happy and contented.
At Helen's request Bishop Brooks made an address.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
My aunt made me a big doll out of towels.
Before recorded music, the best musicians made a good living but weren't extremely wealthy.
Alex was in a good mood and it was a pleasant trip - until Felipa made a comment about Tessa's visit the night before.
When Destiny wanted to wear a ring like mommy, Carmen tied a yellow ribbon around her finger and made a bow of it on the top.
"What made them fly away?" asked Dorothy.
"One of these wreaths." said the queen, "is made of flowers plucked from your garden.
Mother, what are the clouds made of?
In the morning a good breakfast was served, and then Mr. Randolph made ready to start on his journey.
He made himself known, and the captain willingly agreed to carry him back to his own country.
The people of his country had made him their king; but as soon as he had made good laws for them he gave up his crown.
"You have made a mistake," said Chilon.
The Internet has made distributing music easy and has unleashed an astonishing amount of new material.
Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll.
And He is happier than any of us because He is greater than any of us, and also because He not merely SEES your happiness as we do, but He also MADE it.
Alex shot her a stern look and she made a face.
The stranger bent over him and looked at the picture he had made on the rock.
The pictures of Benjamin West made him famous.
When have we seen so many fortunes made by so many so quickly?
Of the twenty thousand sales he has made in his career, he probably remembers a few hundred distinctly and a few thousand vaguely.
Direct payments are made to an increasing number of citizens and the size of those payments rise.
But think of it this way: Before, you made $33,000 and paid 40 percent in taxes, so you were left with $20,000 in take-home pay.
He held me on his knee while I examined his watch, and he made it strike for me.
I am made of flesh and blood and bone, am I not?
Who made them serfs of the soil?
A comfortable house for a rude and hardy race, that lived mostly out of doors, was once made here almost entirely of such materials as Nature furnished ready to their hands.
What if an equal ado were made about the ornaments of style in literature, and the architects of our bibles spent as much time about their cornices as the architects of our churches do?
So are made the belles-lettres and the beaux-arts and their professors.
Before winter I built a chimney, and shingled the sides of my house, which were already impervious to rain, with imperfect and sappy shingles made of the first slice of the log, whose edges I was obliged to straighten with a plane.
Sometimes that same look fell on Pierre, and that funny lively little girl's look made him inclined to laugh without knowing why.
God is my witness," and she made the sign of the cross, "I love her so much, and all of you, only Vera...
Alpatych made a slight movement.
It made him afraid.
"For instance, he is collecting a library and has made it a rule not to buy a new book till he has read what he had already bought--Sismondi and Rousseau and Montesquieu," he added with a smile.
Only in the very highest circles were attempts made to keep in mind the difficulties of the actual position.
He made his way through the crowded halls, grunting under the weight of the man.
What is it about them and their lives that made them live so long or so well?
But the choice will be ours and will be made based on facts.
They accurately described the construction of DNA as a double helix and showed how its structure made replication both possible and reliable.
Some suspect we can be made to be healthy and energetic to the age of one hundred thirty and that's it.
The vendor is usually made to "eat" the charge.
Etsy allows people to trade their crafts, items they have made with their own hands and materials.
And yet pencils get made, more than a billion of them a year, and they are essentially given away.
After your raise, you made $1 million, paid $600,000 in taxes, and were left with $400,000—twenty times more after-tax income.
Each year a payment is made to each resident of Alaska.
Technology has made us ever more productive.
Even using extremely primitive technology, we have made marvelous progress.
At one point, Tiger Woods got a dime for every box of Wheaties cereal with his photo on it, while the farmer was paid only a nickel for the wheat in that same box—and the farmer still made a profit.
Napoleon Bonaparte made a comment along these lines when he stated, "Man is entitled by birthright to a share of the Earth's produce sufficient to fill the needs of his existence."
In World War II, for instance, the Singer Corporation, of sewing-machine fame, made handguns for the war effort.
She was pleased with anything which made a noise.
This was shown not so much by the arrangements it made for crossing as by what took place at the bridges.
He says his hand is just made for a baby's seat.
Carmen made a face.
Corn seasoned with red bell peppers and black beans made a colorful vegetable.
It was the first time they made love any place outside their bedroom, and it was way beyond exciting.
He glanced up and met her gaze with an expression that made her heart flutter.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
In fact, I think my big mouth made him all the more determined.
The wolf gave a low growl and made ready to meet him.
What had happened that made him ditch everything he knew and come to Arkansas?
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
But then, he had made it clear from the start that he didn't want any of them in his life.
The coachman made no answer, but drove onward.
And as we have seen, understanding how we are made is certainly a huge advantage in our battle with disease.
I made all of the gifts myself, excepting father's handkerchief.
"You have made the place warm, I must say," he remarked.
And if we know how they are made, we can destroy them.
You've made me quarrel with my son!
I hope you will like your watch-case, for it made me very happy to make it for you.
Carmen made a ball out of a pair of socks.
The other is made of artificial flowers, shaped and colored by a skillful artist.
The household account he had set up for her was healthy and growing with the monthly deposits he made.
She had an interesting perspective, and she made him think about things differently.
Alex instantly provided a little white bag and she made use of it.
Consequently, it made more sense to submit to Alex than argue with him.
It wasn't one night of loving that made the difference.
Katie leaned back, a triumphant look on her face as if she had made a point.
Why lie when she made it so easy for him to avoid talking about it at all?
Alex contacted his father and then made flight arrangements.
What was this sudden obsession with her ability to run the ranch, and what made him think she was qualified?
She glanced down at the straining bodice and made a face.
They had already made arrangements for Katie and Bill to watch Jonathan and Destiny while they went to pick up the babies.
The moment had made him acutely aware of the instinct to replicate.
If the boy had been his, how would his good intentions have made her husband feel?
After the dishes were done and the beds made, she usually wandered around the house or sat in the yard, soaking up sun.
The evening sun made eerie shapes in the forested landscape.
The car made one more circle in the road and then lunged at the cliff.
An empty stomach made the experience less embarrassing.
She made a face...
He released her hand, but his eyes still held hers in a hypnotic trance that made her think of Dracula.
Sarah made a face.
For the most part, the work she did for the Giddon family was little more than she would have done at home - with the exception that at home she probably would have made a sandwich instead of a meal.
It was on one of those occasions that Lisa made her first perplexing discovery.
The shadow made her long legs look short.
I must have made quite a spectacle.
She made a soft noise, cuddling closer to her father.
His bloodshot gaze wandered over her figure in a way that made her regret leaving her beach robe in the house.
His remark about how she looked in the swimsuit made it obvious that he saw her as something more than a baby sitter or maid.
Sarah made an excuse of putting Tammy down for a nap and left them alone.
Oh yes, he had overheard her conversation with Allen earlier and made his own deductions.
Giddon went back into the building and Lisa made her way through the darkening woods to the spot in the drive where she had entered.
She had no idea what made him angry one minute and jovial the next.
As he had once said, he was a man of his word and he made no more advances.
The idea made her smile.
So what made you smile that way?
If he was, that made twice she had been attracted by a man who was doing something illegal.
The sun made long shadows of her figure as she walked to the house.
Apparently his mood had been inspired by the telephone call she made to Connie a few nights ago.
Howard made no move to help her.
And yet, Howard made no move to call for help.
And yet, even after he knew she suspected something, he made no attempt to send her home.
What were you thinking about that made you cry – last night?
No. What made you think that?
Yancey made no move to stop her, but he met her gaze desperately.
I think you made it clear last night.
I think helping Lisa has made me realize that one person can make a difference.
He made a face and then delved into his food.
I made the mistake of telling her that parents of two of the girls wanted me here to protect them from thieves and murderers.
He made a face.
Tugging on her socks and sneakers, she made the bed and left the room.
Brandon should have told them, and when they finally made it to the barn, she said as much.
Julia made a face.
Rachel waved a hand and made a face.
Hadn't she made it clear that she didn't want any distractions?
The agony she saw in his eyes made her stomach roll.
Do you know how that made me feel?
He made her sound so cold and calculating - so mechanical.
She had made her intentions clear from the beginning.
Hadn't she been supportive of Brandon when he made his foolish move of dropping out of college?
She started to toss the letter aside, and then something made her read on.
I've already made up my mind.
I was so busy following the road map I made so many years ago that I didn't notice it was outdated.
What made you so bitter about men?
Not surprising, since they made all the laws.
She made no effort to catch them, letting them fall at her feet.
He made a striking figure, so tall and lean.
Something about his flippant answer made her think he would be a master at verbal fencing.
The sweet smell made her mouth water, and her stomach growled in anticipation.
If you weren't appreciated, you wouldn't have made it past the first trip.
The firelight flickered weakly; creating shadows on his face that made his expression hard to discern.
He made a mistake, Cassie.
Haven't you ever made a mistake?
They circled the wagons and made camp.
The decision made, everybody grabbed a shovel and started digging under their wagon.
Using the extra sand, they made fortifications and bedded down for the night behind them.
Even though she had made most of the payments on the land, he still had legal claim.
Exhaustion made itself known and her head nodded.
Of course, it made sense.
No. I can only assume that they made it to Ashley.
Aren't you the least bit concerned about whether they made it?
They were served a kind of pancake that Bordeaux said was made from ground Mesquite beans.
In dry gourds, they were served a hot tea made from the ground leaves of something Bordeaux called the lip fern.
The desert and lava fields behind them, they made good time.
The decision made, she left the room to find Bordeaux.
Cassie made a face.
For Bordeaux, the experience made him valuable.
The twins begged me to bring you back, so I made it part of my plans.
Whatever the case, she always made sure his table was ready when he arrived.
It all seemed to be tailor made to her preferences - all but the part about staying alone in the house with him.
It sounds like you've already made up your mind.
Tossing her gown aside, she hurriedly pulled on some sweats and made the bed.
The bed was made and she found his clothes in the hamper.
He had made his choice - suggesting something else would be rude.
No point mulling over a decision she had already made.
He made an excellent companion, a fact that hadn't occurred to her before that moment.
What made you single out that room?
She made her way clumsily through one episode and then watched as his long fingers moved gracefully over the keys.
A fact he had made abundantly clear.
Cade made the introductions.
He winked and made the OK hand sign.
She quirked a brow and made an exaggerated point of putting her hair back in order, tossing her head pertly and smiling up at him.
She turned away from the beauty of the ranch, reminding herself that she had made the decision to leave.
With her bed made, she crept down the stairs and across the family room floor.
She made a face and he smiled.
Was it wishful thinking that made her so certain that he wasn't?
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.
Claudette pushed the door open slowly and demurely made her way across the room.
His sympathy only made matters worse and she hiccupped.
He followed her to the family room and made sure she was safely lying down before he left.
Over the next couple of weeks, Cynthia made a few visits to town, once taking in a movie before she returned.
Her bare feet made no noise as she moved across the room toward him, so when she reached his side he glanced up sharply.
After all, she had made the first move, turning her head as he kissed her cheek.
The man she made love to last night or the recluse - Cade?
A hawk made a wide swing across the grassland and then suddenly dived, jerking up at the last second, its great wings straining as it pumped back into the air with added weight.
As far as he knew, she made a habit of this kind of activity.
The statement was simple and honest, and somehow it made her feel better.
"Cindy," he whispered, kissing her neck in a way that made her heart dance excitedly.
Actually, I've had to have some replacement parts specially made.
He paused only long enough to locate her, and then made a straight line for her.
Which made three times you were broaching the subject of matrimony and I thwarted your attempts.
Zach squirmed and made soft baby noises.
He made no move to leave.
It was the joyous weekend my future wife and I made public our marriage plans, with no one listening.
His remarks made me a tad uncomfortable.
The weather made outdoor activities unrealistic.
I made myself comfortable on the sofa, my arm around Betsy, as we all waited for him to continue.
I'm sure I made more of it than it deserved.
I spent months being probed, questioned, talked about and made to feel a freak.
Quinn had an I-told-you-so look on his face as he made a second sandwich and opened a beer.
Howie made a special note of thanking everyone for going along with his dream obsession, apologizing for hogging our time.
Something made me think I wasn't finished with Howie Abbott.
Between times we made plans for a trip to Iowa where I'd meet my in-laws for the first time and we'd firm up plans for our October wedding, to be held on Betsy's home turf.
We were tip toeing toward something impossible and it made me nervous.
She even made my reservations and got me a discount.
As much progress as we've made, we still haven't proved his visions represent real happenings.
Here we were, caught up in the euphoria of our accomplishments, like a group of dissimilar workers sharing a winning power ball ticket, and thinking that success made us friends for ever.
Finally, sitting by the statue in Duffy Square, I made the phone call.
It came from Boston, a few hundred miles away; sort of like the tip you just made.
An undisclosed ransom demand was made.
The storm made the forest pitch dark; therefore, searching was useless until it abated.
Martha made the call, saying she thought she saw a girl taking a short cut across the pond.
You've made other tip calls, haven't you?
Personally, the thought we might work together in one location, absent the hectic schedule presently exhausting us, made me giddy and set my mind a-tumble with possibilities.
She made sure her computer was solely a word processor with no on line capabilities so no one could ever hack into it.
Three calls were telephoned from Boston, New York and Connecticut while two were made on untraceable phones.
To ask Brennan directly might lead to us so I made up a story we were checking old cases to see if someone released from prison might have returned to this type of crime.
He reiterated he'd made no move to learn of our location or names.
We couldn't do anything because abduction wasn't made public for three days and the child went missing sometime during a twelve hour overnight period.
If our privacy was assaulted by some mistake we made, at least we could start over.
Jeans, sneakers and a Harvard tee shirt made up her attire.
He practically made me call my brother and now I'm going up to Weston Priory in Vermont and spend the week with him.
Progress is being made.
You've made the big time!
I don't really know, but I think I answered one of the first calls they made.
He'd even made the coffee, albeit insipidly.
I volunteered no more information, nor did he want it, doubly so now that he might be suspected of having ties to us because of the frequent inquiries he made.
Her stammering made it obvious she'd taken at least some of the calls.
When I made a move to end the conversation, Brennan indicated there was more.
When I heard the same voice, I made an impassioned plea.
"No. Too much time elapsed before the killing was known and made public," I answered.
This ought to help the credibility issue; there's more to some tips than the police know, but haven't made public because it would enforce credence in a psychic connection for the tip.
Correct. He made it to an open window on the first floor.
I didn't know they made such a thing.
She made her case.
I made a really bad mistake and I don't know what to do.
I repeated the promise I'd made Merrill Cooms when he funded us so generously; "Do as much good for as many people for as long as you can."
They made bunches of them.
If our boy made his getaway at more than five or ten miles an hour, you can bet your ass he was on one of these babies.
He made a purchase using the card earlier, just to make sure there wasn't a stop order on it.
When I made a face, she said, "It gets better after you've had a few."
I had an idea how it made him feel.
Martha made no move to cover herself.
Betsy made no move to assist but continued to eat her sandwich.
I'm checking ports of entry for vehicles that made that crossing.
I made it to the circle park at the head of Main Street and drank in the sunshine on a park bench.
Quinn made me listen to the details of each unsuccessful attempt before he finally, got around to the facts.
"Martha hasn't made up her mind about flying out to the funeral but if she goes, she'll take Claire as well," my wife said, with a note of sadness in her voice.
I never made a speech or a sermon... at least one I remember.
I made my way back to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove burner for enough light to rummage through drawers until I located a box of wooden matches.
It made no sense.
How else could someone have made a connection directly to Howie?
The dates a motor home made the trip in and out stack up perfectly.
Perhaps it was best; hadn't Betsy and I made a similar decision to stop our activities only hours earlier?
Then, these near silent sobs would have turned to shrieks of anguish while I made the young beauty my own.
He immediately turned on his lights and made a quick U turn.
Bumpus got loose when something made a noise in the woods.
Martha and Quinn made their own decision; you didn't chase them off.
But what made the police seek out the woman and child and drive directly to them?
Reverend Humphries made us all good Christians.
What made this guy so different from the others?
Ample mention was made of alcohol as the fuel for the engine of lust.
While I had no direct evidence the attendees were all registered sex offenders, the way they nodded and agreed at the mention of deviant sexual behavior made me feel I might be unique among like penitents.
What he said made sense.
He was as speechless as I had been as we hugged each other and somehow made it into my room.
When I said it out loud to Howie, it made sense.
We may not have made his name public but that doesn't mean no one is looking for him and his motor home.
As we made the turn into the mall I could see at least half dozen police cruisers, some with lights still spinning, parked helter-skelter near the entrance.
He looked confused, but did my bidding as Paul made a quick U-turn and followed after the speeding vehicle.
His answer made 'once in a while' sound more like always.
I must have made a sound as my stomach again roiled and I grabbed the wall to steady myself.
I made my decision, closed the door.
I had made a promise to her and I intended to keep it, regardless of the outcome.
Hard work made us thirsty and hungry as well.
But it was Howie's gift, he made the choice and we were part of it.
You can stop this war here, now, Purple-eyes said with a look that made her snap her eyes closed.
Something about the man made her feel safe, and the warm electricity in her body made her sleepy.
Saddened, she considered calling him to check in when a sudden pounding at the door made her jump.
The pale, dark-haired youth was drenched, but it was the wild look on his face that made her stop in the middle of the foyer and watch him pace with agitated energy.
She made her way to the hallway and breathed more easily in the less crowded space.
Talon looked her up and down in a way that made her skin crawl before he took her arm.
She couldn't focus on anything farther away than her hand, and looking at her hand made her cry.
His tone made her want to crawl back into the tub and remain Talon's slave forever.
The idea that Jonny would turn out to be like Talon made her chest clench.
Maybe, if she made it out of here, she'd go to lunch Sunday and do whatever felt right, like spend her life with him.
He said nothing, his decision already made.
The comparison made her breath catch.
The sight of her shapely form in his bed made his blood burn for a different reason.
Her conversation with Jenn made the world around her more concrete.
"For the most part, the major decisions were made for you," he replied.
"Dusty, I made breakfast," she called as he passed the kitchen.
"I made it to go," she said cheerfully.
The sharpness of his tone made her jump.
Intercepts picked up a call Talon made to one of his guys who we know plans his recruitment fairs.
He wolfed down the sandwich Bianca made him, unable to remember the last time he'd eaten breakfast.
"I made these with Dusty's organic ingredients," she told him.
"I think Dusty already made that decision," she said.
The news startled her, and she wasn't sure why it made her feel … bummed.
Healing his scars made her feel a familiar sense of exhaustion, and she retreated to the couch in front of the TV, content to doze and recover.
She'd automatically made enough dinner for three after cooking for Kyle and Jonny for three months.
He'd been too busy to eat again today since the sandwich she made him for breakfast.
It had something to do with the beautiful woman before him who made him feel for the first time in years.
He Traveled to the basement lab and perched next to Toni on a stool at a table bearing something that should've made him lose his appetite.
She still didn't understand the depth of her talents or how to control the visions, and being alone and away from her mate made some days unbearable.
Their knocking made her heart flip, and she covered her mouth at her gasp.
The scent of rain and oil made her nose crinkle after so long in the condo.
The friendly male voice made her jump.
They made a sexy pair.
His rules made it clear she was just another of his duties.
He had a feeling the worst was going to happen, and the sense he wouldn't be the only one who died this weekend if he had to depend on Darian made him feel sick to his stomach.
Sofi made me come.
His footsteps made no sounds, and the infected humans staggering through the streets walked through him.
Talon made him into a vamp.
She made her way to the notebook near the desk phone.
His brothers weren't any closer than they had been, but the sound of their voices made him realize how alone he'd really felt the past two weeks.
His words made her heart somersault.
Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of our father's death, and we made a pact a few months ago to go there every year at the same time.
He slowed as he reached an intersection and made his way through the town to the outskirts, where small houses lined the street.
"I know … I guess … I hoped …" "Your dear old father was crazy?" he asked with a glint in his eyes that made her cringe.
Sean poisoning her made no sense.
She made a show of resting her coat across the table, as if to say she wasn't leaving, and crossed to the small hall that contained the restrooms.
Shivering, she pulled out her phone to call her father as she made her way towards the street.
Jule's wariness made his senses heighten.
It still rained, but it wasn't cold that made her hands tremble as she left the car.
She'd made it halfway up the stairwell when his voice rang out.
The intensity of his gaze made her warm on the inside.
She wasn't the threat the Watcher made her out to be.
The sight of her bruised cheek made his blood boil.
Jule was silent, realizing he had made that deal.
He kicked himself mentally for not thinking before he made any sort of pact with the Watcher, even one that seemed so straightforward, until he met his target and realized she was an innocent caught in the crossfire.
He closed his eyes, remembering a time when he'd made a similar choice.
Jule launched himself out the window as the creature made the second blow against the door.
By the time she'd made the second stitch, he was unconscious and she was sick to her stomach.
None of the vamp's words made sense.
Just before dawn, she made herself soup and turned a box of cornmeal into bread.
The sense of communicating with him through their magics relaxed her, made her drowsy.
Nothing of what Jule told her made sense with what her father told her.
She pondered what made her decision so simple and touched her face again.
She sat for a moment, finally admitting she needed to embrace whatever it was about her that made her special.
The recent chain of events made it impossible for her to deny something serious was going on, and she was somehow involved.
His body rippled with angry power that made her keep her distance.
I mean, I might be able to seal the breach I made, if it doesn't get bigger and I can borrow Damian's power.
The fact the mysterious creatures could find him whenever they wanted made him cautious about outright opposing them.
Jonny looked at the massive vamp, who made no move to close the distance between them.
Vamps growled as she passed them but made no move to impede her.
Satisfied to have found his room, Jenn made her way back to the window, where Jonny remained.
Fog coated the ocean, and a cold, moist wind made her eyes water.
"What made you come?" he asked She wiped her eyes again, overwhelmed by his presence yet comforted by the flow of energy between them.
The pot-bellied stove crackled with burning wood, and a light in the corner made the cottage feel even cozier.
She took it, and he pulled her in for a hug that made her sigh.
I think Sean made a mistake.
She looked down, both thrilled by the idea of an eternity with the man who made her feel whole and horrified at what her father told her.
Most of it had frozen in the coldness that made Jenn's breaths hang in the air.
He made his choice.
"I mourn the loss of what made him human," she returned.
The slow smile, the one that made her shiver, spread across his face.
Jule trailed, forcing himself to ignore the tingle of vamps that made him itch to reach for his weapons.
"You made a choice to fulfill your role then refused to be confined again," the vamp said.
Realization of exactly what he'd asked for made Jule breathe out hard.
She checked her weapons with scrutiny that would've made her father proud and dressed in dark clothing loose enough for her to fight.
You made the one who can stop you fall in love with you instead, her father said.
The magic made her head spin, but she focused on the two most powerful sources: Damian and Jonny.
Instead of destroying him, it made him stronger.
Being surrounded by vamps all day and night made her crazy with the need to kill a few.
The mess in Ireland earlier made her body crawl in memory of the dangerous power.
After her conversation with Xander, she couldn't help wondering if there was something more that made Darian seek her out or made her willing to humor him.
Light poured in from a large window, and a fan overhead made the curtains flutter.
The warmth of his body made her senses tingle with both need and happiness.
To his surprise, she pulled away from him and smiled, a brilliant sight that made her eyes sparkle and face glow.
The gravity in his voice made her afraid of what was to come.
Snatching her sunglasses, she almost made it to the door before she heard Lacy's voice.
She made her way to a coffee shop and sat at a table in the darker end of the shop, hot cocoa in hand.
The cryptic response made her hesitate.
There was a warning note in his voice that made her more uncomfortable.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
Sleeping with her made him feel … guilty, like he was betraying his brother's memory.
He was not a pretty boy but a man with rugged, bad-boy beauty and a slow sensuality about his movement that made her heart skip a beat despite her pain.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
He'd never been mistaken for a gentleman, but the woman shimmered with a sweet, pure aura that made him feel obliged to behave.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
The thought of him made her feel like a girl in junior high being asked to her first dance.
The light beyond the solid French doors made her flinch, but she forced herself to cross the doorway.
He maintained a shield around it that made it invisible to those who didn't know where it was.
Something about the woman made him think of things he'd not thought about in ages.
The window to a balcony was open, allowing in a cool night breeze that made the fire in the hearth dance.
A slow, languid smile crossed his features, one that made her body flush and ache for him.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
It was busy enough; she might be able to lose him if she made it to a crowd of people.
She sat, taking in the Goth décor that made the study as welcoming as a graveyard.
They heard a sound that made them freeze and look at each other.
Dizziness made him lose his regeneration powers.
She made one anyway and forced herself to eat it, blaming her recent trauma for her queasiness.
His tone made her back toward the door.
She made a face, drooling at the thought of Damian's blood again.
She gritted her teeth and turned to go, trying not to think of how jealous the idea of another woman made her.
The sight of the knife in her hand still made her squeamish.
The sound made her gut twist and her chest tighten.
She made out the shape of the bottom of a tattoo on his bicep, what looked like a half-sun.
That thought coupled with her nightmare made her even angrier at not being able to eat.
The sight of him in bed made her blood surge.
"I know where I am," she said with sleepy stubbornness that made him smile.
For her sake, he made an effort to behave, but he truly loved the openings she gave him.
If he made a choice, she wanted it to be the choice he'd make whether or not she was there.
A breeze made her curtains flutter, and she closed it, certain Claire's cries of ecstasy would soon fill the air around the mansion.
It sounded pretty, like the poof the desert dust made when the first drops of rain fell.
Sofia's words freed them from deep within his mind, and Dusty's hammering at the facts made it impossible for him to silence them as he wanted to.
Damian didn't care; Sofia liked Pierre, and he had a feeling Pierre's blunt dose of reality was soothing to her in a world where nothing else made sense.
He wanted her to see what he saw, the good his Guardians did for humanity, the courageous, selfless hearts of his men, the difference they made in fighting evil.
He ached to show her how much she meant to him, to open her closed vision of him and his world and show her the beauty that made him fight as he did.
His gaze was stormy, but there was more there, a profound sadness that made the large man more human.
Linda flashed her a strained smile that made her feel welcome for the first time in a week before the pretty brunette gave the blond man, Lon, a hug and kiss.
His scent made her heart quicken and her drowsiness dissipate.
His golden eyes were calm, his large frame relaxed with the feline grace that made her hormones wild.
His gaze was trained on her with an intensity that made her body warm from the inside out.
His aloof response made her look up.
He was naked from the waist up and sweaty, a combination that made her sit up and pay attention.
There was a serious note in his voice that made her stop.
Shadows crawled over the world around her, and the tension in the air made it hard to breathe.
His presence was overwhelming, and her body reacted with both terror and lust so strong it made her head spin.
He didn't remember what made the scars, and he didn't realize how many there were.
"It made you look ten pounds heavier," he reminded her.
She fed from him silently and made every effort to avoid him in the meantime.
Just thinking of him made her body heat and her heart flip.
With Claire's death, he'd avenged his brother and righted the wrong made thousands of years ago.
Suspecting Ving had made a couple of hurried phone calls, she let the call go to voicemail.
The night's battle lit up her thoughts, and what she saw made her gasp.
Ving pulled up and barely made it out of the car before Rainy grabbed him and slammed him over the hood.
His memories flashed as they made contact.
She saw Damian watch the new king get his tattoo as a rite of passage, saw it again as Claire made love to the man meant to be her husband, saw it in Isac's vision as he hacked the tattooed man apart.
Something about Damian, the man who made kiri cry.
All he could see in his head was kiri sobbing and the dreams she'd made him remember.
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