Men Sentence Examples

I want to know what you men are like.

If women weren't attracted to them, maybe men could control themselves.

These men were not afraid of the king's soldiers.

The men were crossing themselves.

Men have told me that there is no riddle so cunning that you can not solve it.

One day in spring four men were riding on horseback along a country road.

Three men talking to each other on a sidewalk certainly wasn't enough to tell the police – except Len.

I thought they desired the freedom of their fellow men as well as their own.

Anyway, why do men have to act on every idea that crosses their mind?

One day some men were sitting by the door of a hotel in Baltimore.

As he turned the horse around, he eyed the men suspiciously.

With a final glance at the approaching figures, she dropped from the wagon seat and sauntered over to join the men at the cook fire.

Men get ideas when their wives are at home trying to be everything a man expects of them.

Ethel Reagan, the writer, noted the tips were telephoned from various locations across the country and provided by both men and women.

One of the men is staying up with her.

Not all men were unfaithful lechers.

Maybe he was one of those men who felt they needed to protect and care for all women.

Did you know some of them; the men who did what you did?

She let her stern gaze rest on each of the men before responding.

Cassie tapped her boot toe against the footrest and shifted restlessly in the seat while the men exchanged greetings.

The two men talked for a few minutes and then one rider turned his bay horse toward the wagons.

The wattle wall the men had brought was set up in a semicircle by the Eighth Company as a shelter from the north, propped up by musket rests, and a campfire was built before it.

Waiting until they were out of view from the men at the corral, Carmen rode up beside Alex.

I suspect I'd have a lot of young men to answer to if anything happened to you out here.

The next day, all the priests and learned men went out to beg for mercy.

People specialized, technology advanced, and as a result, men walked on the moon.

The squares are cut out, so that the men stand in them firmly.

His descendants were weak men and they too ruled France badly.

The men are as guilty as she is.

Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.

I've killed both the men who came for her and will kill any others.

That was best until the men gained a little confidence riding.

He taught that men ought to be kind even to their enemies.

Many stores were burned, and four men were killed.

All the learned men marveled at her intelligence and gaiety.

As I walked in the woods to see the birds and squirrels, so I walked in the village to see the men and boys; instead of the wind among the pines I heard the carts rattle.

It's only natural that men want to touch you.

I've had bad luck with men.

Two men sat at the table, one with blond hair and the other like something out of a movie.

She'd shot two men with it.

He pulsed as strongly as the two blocked men with the power he'd absorbed.

His men worship him.

He's good to his men.

Dean was certain the driver was Alfred Nota, one of the men he'd hassled at Vinnie Baratto's place.

Did he know the men were inexperienced riders?

Long ago she had learned to ignore the second glances, open stares, and sometimes even suggestive leers of men.

You need to be careful around men.

She could wear men's clothes and crack that whip all she wanted, but she was still a woman at heart - and he knew it.

He wasn't the first man she had kissed and she had never considered herself promiscuous with other men.

You even touched it, maybe saw little green men.

It's a big city and a long time ago but he saw the White House and said he watched Lincoln eat with two men.

She stood across the parking lot, talking to three suited men.

Men and women lined the walls, most making out.

A naked, unconscious woman lay atop the island in the center with five men with red eyes chewing on various parts of her body, one on each leg, one on each arm, and one at her neck.

One of the men drinking blood from the naked woman straightened, and she gasped.

She was in a car with one of Talon's men, her crumpled body at an awkward angle jammed in the small area between the backseat and the driver's seat.

The lackey picked her up and carted her to the garage, which served as a makeshift barracks filled with cots and sleeping men.

The men around her were roused by the sensations.

More gunfire deafened her in the small confines of the garage, and men screamed and fell.

Tears wetted her face as men in what looked like black tactical SWAT gear entered the garage.

Two men in black darted through the bodies and into the house while two more hung back at the garage entrance.

She was silently thanking the heavens for rescuing her, until one of the men in black entered the garage and began shooting the downed men a second time around.

She peered through her eyelashes at two armed men stopped in front of her.

Panic stirred as she recalled what his men had done at Talon's stash house.

Talon's men turn them into killers who take the lives of the innocent.

Two large men stood in front of the door across the hall.

She'd only seen men built like that in Dusty's organization and Talon's gang.

Dusty's men would know where to find her.

Anxious never, ever to run into Talon or his men again, she left the garage and drove through the streets.

She was doomed to fall for men unable to commit to her!

When the warring men careened away, she ran to Jonny and dropped beside him.

He pointed to a small table across the pub, and she wondered how she'd missed the men at the table.

She wondered how many other men had been killed by the clean, neatly aligned weapons in the armory.

But pitying him, defending him, helping him command his own men … The vamp was right, and she hated to admit it.

Her tortured thoughts went to the thousands of men, killed by the only family she'd known, whose souls were trapped for eternity beneath the ground.

A few Naturals were found every year, and he didn't bother to remember their names in an organization his size, leaving that level of detail to his most trusted men, the two regional commanders, and dozens of sector commanders worldwide.

As different as night and day, they were his adopted brothers—and the only men in the universe he trusted with his life.

She squinted, realizing the two furry brown monsters were men in costumes from Where the Wild Things Are.

Several more men entered the library, all staring at her in nothing short of total surprise.

While surprised to see him there, she was struck by how well Jake fit in with the other men.

Her first impression was confirmed—the men in the room were UFC material, all well over six feet and solid.

She didn't know these men, but her instincts told her they were 100 percent predators.

If the men around her were predators, the man who entered next was their alpha.

She wrenched away from both men and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the visions.

None of his men had ever seen a human woman throw herself into his arms.

There were only two men in the world he'd entrust with his life.

Several of the beefy men living in the house were in the grassy, well-lit courtyard, sparring with swords, knives, and other weaponry that looked like it came straight out of the Middle Ages.

The men were dispersing, and her heart leapt when she saw Damian's gaze riveted to her window.

I don't sleep with random men, especially those who aren't … you're not even human, are you?

The kind of creature that could do such things to other men left her no doubt he'd do the same to her if she didn't obey.

She passed several men with guns hidden in the alcoves of doors as she walked.

Upon passing the first, she realized they weren't men at all.

The other two men gazed at her.

That Damian was capable of the same level of violence as these men reminded her that this world was nothing like hers.

Jilian's men pounded down the hall.

He whipped out the vamp-killing hand cannons and shot the first two of Jilian's men.

Dusty materialized beside him, his gun roaring in the narrow hallway as he mowed down Jilian's men.

Men like Jake wouldn't want to die any other way than honorably defending people like you.

The men were at dinner, including Damian.

She watched the men eating happily around the table and left the mansion for the gardens.

I don't want to sleep with a bunch of men.

Three men stood in the main foyer, two in the same shade of brown as her bodyguard and a striking man in designer jeans and an expensive sweater.

He followed the man with eyes as green as the moss in the corner of his room down the busy hallways, unaffected by the men who spit on him or shoved him as he went.

Beautiful women that rivaled Claire and men so handsome, even age couldn't diminish their muscular bodies or riveting looks.

Both wore tuxedos with matching blue cummerbunds, which amused her for such starkly different men.

Claire, stunning in maroon and bedecked with diamonds and rubies, looked her over dismissively before returning her gaze to the men.

She had greeted ten men and two women before she felt the first flash of cold.

He was accompanied by Dustin and two other men, one she knew as Sasha, a man who'd struck her with his devotedness to his family, and Levi, a man who'd been present in many of his pre-Schism memories.

His reputation alone was enough to make most men weep when confronted.

Dusty was a stickler for formality from his men, while Jule's hemisphere was far more relaxed.

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.

Jule had always said he inspired men to follow him, though he saw nothing different in what he did than what his deputies did.

Damian's men were not the type she wanted to piss off.

The men piled into two Tahoes, and the woman led her to a small Honda.

These are the finest men you'll find anywhere, Linda grinned.

What was it with these men and their moods?

She bolted to her car, far enough ahead of any of the men that they couldn't stop her.

She replayed their first kiss, his ring, the way his men spoke of him.

The men on the small base drew their weapons at the sight of Darian.

Pierre led them to the empty, well-lit helicopter hangar, where several men crowded around a still body on the hangar floor.

He knew as much and was as grateful for the two men before him as he was at finding his brother again.

He appeared calm and in control again, if not relaxed, with the only three men he'd ever trusted.

Darian's disapproving gaze mirrored Damian's, and Sofia hid her face against Damian's chest as the three men facing her gave her similar looks.

The men fell into silence, and she sensed the silent communications she couldn't hear.

Two large men entered.

The words swirled off the page and morphed into images of men and women.

He strikes where men are weak.

She didn't recognize the two men before her, but they were dressed much like the two death dealers that tried to turn her over to Harmony in her old apartment.

Only some unwritten rule forbade men from expressing their feelings with a flood of tears.

She was gabbing and smiling as two men filled out raffle tickets.

The competition included both men and women, and all were having a great time dousing the watchers—and even the paraders passing in the opposite direction—with water guns.

She pointed to the two young men, almost unrecognizable in their ponderous gear of boots, rubber coat, and visored helmet.

Claudia introduced the men, reading from printed biographies.

The three men shook their heads no.

When Dean arrived in the hall, he was met by two men in black and his political opponent, Seymour Fitzgerald.

Groucho stepped between the two men in an effort to calm the situation.

God, I hate men!

Both men were just as happy to have the quiet of the jail cell so they could talk in private.

They used to call aluminum siding salesmen 'tin men.'

Cynthia, who'd followed the men to the door, was the first to smother the young girl in hugs and kisses, and an ample dose of tears with the others joining in with equal enthusiasm.

Both men felt the old man had probably killed him, but Westlake's brief disclosure was insufficient to pursue the matter and as both men were dead, there was little incentive to do so.

Determined to find some peace and quiet, Wynn ignored the men racing in different directions through the hallways and went to one of the back stairwells.

Two men got out and one reached in the back, picking up a case.

Because it's more intriguing for men if something is covered.

With forest colored eyes and an athletic body, she towered over most men.

He never had to wonder how many men were rotating through her bed or when she was planning to stab him in the back or decipher the riddles she gave him as answers to important questions.

Logan's choice in men was definitely lacking.It's okay.

Engrossed in discussion, the two men didn't notice her cross the kitchen to the entrance.

The two men leapt up.

Her heart and breathing drowning out every other sound, she raced down the hall and around a corner, sliding to a stop as she saw the men headed her way.

Several men passed by where she was hidden, and she backed away as quietly as she could.

He was getting tired of surprises and men he didn't want to see popping up to meet him.

Men like you don't have friends.

I thought it fitting, given the amount of misery she caused men like us.

Very. I can tell but it takes men longer to figure out that stuff.

Wynn would've seen them walking over but was unfazed by the two men who terrified her.

At the unfamiliar voice, she faced the two men standing outside her kitchen.

Gabriel said nothing but pinned him with a glare that had killed a few men outright.

They were different men with different purposes, yet both honorable to the core.

Jade, send some men to her apartment and dig around.

The last time I said anything, all my men in North America disappeared.

Beyond the main room were two hallways, also packed, and opened doors along both where men and women circulated.

She looked over her shoulder, uncertain where the men with tattoos were.

The street below was narrower than it appeared on TV and packed with cars and elegantly dressed men and women walking to a gathering across the street --probably the soiree Andre had mentioned.

She stared at the broken glass before her and then at the men nearing on the ledge.

With some satisfaction, Rhyn wondered if another of Kris's men had gotten as fed up with Kris as he had.

Sasha's men would kill you twice before you reached the front door.

He had a point, but she knew she'd be in as much danger from the monsters as from Sasha's men.

What kind of human protector allowed one of his own men to turn her over to something like Sasha?

There were several small vehicles, several more men with donkeys, and a slew of boats departing the harbor for the morning catch.

Her first shower in days made her want to stay in the hot water forever, until one of the men staying at the hostel entered the bathroom.

Only then did her senses register the three men before her, the alley, and the familiar bloodlust in their glowing eyes.

The men of his time had been harsh with them, and he thought he was doing well by tolerating her.

You have to go to the men's wing.

He led her down a floor to a large gym where a group of men stood in a loose cluster on a mat.

Ully stepped aside as the massive men passed.

The words struck her as odd, but she had trouble concentrating when the men launched into a three-way battle.

The demon closed the door—one of the Immortal comforts, for there were no doors in Hell—and left him to wonder how many men and women Sasha had in the bed before him.

Next, how soon can you all have your men to the castle to kill some demons?

Frustrated at not finding either of the men he sought, he created a portal to the Caribbean Sanctuary and emerged outside the walls.

Kiki.s men are at the village now to protect it.

The men battled with speed and agility that left her breathless.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared at the men battling.

She'd never dated a man half as handsome, annoying, or caring as Romas, and she expected there were very few men like him to go around.

A'Ran left the command center for the practice fields, the area behind the dwelling where his men fought.

The field was empty, his men preparing for another space battle.

Most of the guests were Evelyn's friends and family; Romas's small party consisted of only a handful of men-- cousins, according to Evelyn-- looking like an NFL team dressed uncomfortably in their tuxes.

Soon after confirming she was asleep, the two large men who had emptied the house of boxes returned for her.

That they were going to some other planet millions of light years from earth because Romas knew a few good men they'd like to hook her up with?

There are monsters and big men with funny … At that point her talking became too quick for the translator hooked on Evelyn's ear to keep up.

She thought she recognized one or two from the men who had accompanied Romas to the wedding.

All the men on Romas's planet were larger than those on hers.

The galley was occupied by three hulking men at a table.

The translator was dead and picked up none of the men's terse discussion.

Whatever the men were squabbling about, it wasn't worth hurting her.

She'd never seen men that big move so quickly, even when watching professional wrestling.

Two men populated each circle, sparring with each other, while the other two or three watched.

She tried hard not to stare at the men.

As much as he wanted to welcome the information of his healing planet, he also wanted to strangle the men impregnating his family members.

How did a woman like this find her way to him of all men?

One towered just as tall as the other men but was thinner than any waif-like model she had seen on earth.

The men watched the silent battle in equal silence, their assessing looks warning her they were looking for something.

She considered retreating but suspected that would draw the attention of the men focused on the battle.

The battle continued, and the men around her grew tenser when the first fleck of blood appeared on A'Ran's opponent.

The men around her offered stiff bows.

The men around her broke away, the two with dark hair joining A'Ran's opponent while the alabaster giant joined Ne'Rin.

The men ignored the signs of war, instead keeping to a quick pace along their path.

The men led her into a large meeting hall with warriors clumped in small groups throughout the hall.

She looked around for somewhere to sit or hide, aware the two men who'd followed her up the mountain were still there.

She took in the familiar dress and coloring of the men around her, startled to realize she did know where she was.

She raced forward through the men, not caring what they thought, and flung herself into Mansr's arms with enough force to drive him back a step.

The two men shared a look.

You have no men on your planet.

The men around her were happy despite their stony visages.

She was about to object when he released her to signal one of his other men forward.

The men around her moved silently into every direction, and Mansr lifted his chin in a silent command for her to go.

She watched him systematically behead or run through the three men, her stomach churning at the sight of so much death.

He said nothing but withdrew a communications device and began issuing calm commands to his men.

The Qatwali would think themselves winning as his men withdrew.

Jetr motioned her to the side, and the men gathered in the center of the room, facing the largest viewer.

The men around him shifted with Romas shaking his head.

You can have your men.

Mison, I accept your prisoner exchange and will release your men on the moon nearest to Qatwal.

It broke the men around her from their frozen apprehension, and several of them moved away.

He led her through the men, who stared at her warily, and down several halls.

The three bands lit up and faded, and all three men dropped their arms.

Cynthia called the men into the kitchen for sandwiches.

Belfair is on the planet Draghow now and those Draghonian men are something else!

I told him men didn't hit women but he nodded 'Yes they do.'

After a few moments of mutual silence, both men rose and returned to their rooms.

The two men first boarded chair lift number ten and ten and a half minutes later were eighteen hundred feet higher than Fred and Donnie, at nearly eleven thousand feet elevation.

The heat has been lowered now that the men have left and it is oh so cold as I lay huddled here beneath my thin blankets.

Penny joined the men.

The sheriff came and laughed at something one of the men said as she lay there and it made me cry to hear him.

The two men had carried on a fifteen-year argument on politics.

Piano George said they lost two fine black horses that slipped on the ice of the Sneffles road and I could hear the men talking loudly about it.

I saw it, with its two round sacks tied tightly and men standing nearby with their hats off.

It seems strange to read these words of some of the men whose drawers have hung on my bedpost!

She just grunted that all the men looked alike to her and she didn't pay 'no heed.'

Both men were well aware this was tantamount to a brush-off.

Across the street, right behind the Western Hotel, you had The Bird Cage, The Bon Ton, The Temple of Music and then Ashenfelter's stables that Annie mentions hearing the men loading the pack animals.

As they came in sight of the building, two men were lugging Shipton's belongings to a waiting car.

Men. You're all alike.

I know what men want.

Later, Dean heard the movement of the mortuary men coming for Edith—the hushed conversation and the bumping and thumping as the lifeless shell of this troubled woman was bagged and forever removed from Bird Song.

The building was a superb example of craftsmanship from an era when quality was meant to survive those skilled men who proudly worked it.

Some men would have.

The two men herded them to the cellar's exit as the leader spoke.

Two formidable men stood on either side.

All the men were attractive, yet brooding and dark, not unlike Victor.

Men let it rest for a while, then figure out whether to nurse it back to health or kill it.

Feeding was so wrapped up in sexuality for him that men held no appeal.

The two exchanged pleasantries and blatant flirtations as they walked to Chapman's, an upscale men's clothier.

The two men were left alone.

The two men raised their eyebrows in unison.

The men moved to the board.

He set his course to intercept while contemplating breaking his rule about feeding on men.

Her scream caused both men to cover their ears.

The men brought all the supplies up from the basement.

I think it was a backward step when women started stooping to the morals of men.

The last thing I want is to have men fighting over me.

But seriously, there are a lot of women who love men shorter than them.

Josh is religious, but there aren't many men who would claim to understand women.

Why did men always seem to confuse helping out with assuming command?

There are a lot of good men out there.

I guess men have always got to push women as far as they'll go.

A lot of men started out not wanting children, but when they saw their own children it was another story.

These men aren't wearing Western uniforms for their health.

The emergency network had not been utilized, which meant that by morning one of the high-ranking men hiding underground would be on the phone to General Greene to complain about the lack of gin.

Look, I'm being summoned to hunt some bad men.

Keep my men with food and water, and I'll marry you if our paths ever cross, he said.

He looked around, unnerved that such fervent men would retreat.

Surprise was replaced by anger and concern as he vaulted to his feet, intent on ensuring his men were safe.

He paced as men rose from the ground and trotted to him, counting as they came.

He motioned for his men to stay where they were and jogged out of earshot.

No, but one of my men is down.

Brady motioned for his men to ready themselves as he listened.

The first gate consisted of a few dozen men better armed than his team atop a thick steel wall with an iron core.

Your communiqué—" "Is this real?" one of the men trailing asked in surprise.

Two more men in blue appeared, trailed by two in pale red leading a self-propelled gurney.

The four men were clean, neatly dressed, and without the signs of lack of sleep or food that Brady's men displayed.

We can do nothing here without supplies and without more men to replace those that have died the past few weeks, Larry said, frustration in his voice.

Brady strode from the private room into a common area, where two of his four remaining men waited.

Brady and his men paused after two rigid security inspections and being granted permission to enter.

The area beyond the gates and inspections was quiet, with men and women dressed in government uniforms touring the compound like it was any other day and not possibly the last day of the world.

Guard dogs trotted forward to sniff him and his men while a doctor in a blue government jumpsuit approached them, eyes pinned to the injured man carried between two others.

The people were doing whatever it took to survive outside the walls, and they'd run across more men in Western uniforms.

Brady was as worried about Dan as any of his men.

I'd trade you all for two men like these here.

Let her know what you and your men need, the general instructed them.

He shot one of my men last week.

One of Elise's men was waiting with a gurney.

The cameras in the mountain showed a white haze hugging the ceilings and the unmoving bodies of the men and women in the mountain.

Whatever was going on, he hoped he had time to prepare his own men to evacuate before worrying about her.

The rest of his men were awakened by the alarms.

She glanced at him then around at his men.

Brady signaled his men to ready themselves.

Are you moving your men?

Suddenly, half a dozen well-armed men appeared below her.

She watched them go, startled to witness the men in Western uniforms that Elise had claimed to see.

The sound of men and movement around her pulled her from the daze.

There were two men behind him, and they crowded around to see her.

As the PMF commander of the Appalachia Branch, his word would hold, especially when his men heard he'd blown off Donovan's head for hurting her.

He picked her up and strode out of the tent and through the camp, ignoring the catcalls of the men around him.

It was past dark, and the camp was filled with men and tents as far as she could see.

The special ops specialist was fearless, genetically engineered to kill, and as lethally trained as any of his men.

These men hate you and everything you stand for.

The two-hour hike had turned into a six-hour battle when his men tripped over a scout in the lower valley.

Lana, on the other hand, couldn't shake the paralyzing fear that came with knowing they were being stalked by men who wanted them dead.

Lana peered around them to see the five or more armed men about twenty meters away.

If the flares going up short distance away were any sign, the five men were part of a larger force between them and their destination.

Brady's men had dropped her, Elise, and Dan—along with two others—into the forest by helicopter two hours before.

Soon after, the men in black mowed down two of Dan's men, and the three of them were left to fend for themselves.

She plugged her ears, watching as the missiles distracted the men into one direction while the laser strike knocked them dead.

The strikes were enough to cause disarray among the men.

Two more of his men moved cautiously from the forest, looking for Elise or Dan to appear.

I thought something was wrong when Brady's men stumbled across one of the devices and returned it to the mountain.

Five men, from our unique pool of soldiers, Brady said, exchanging a look of understanding with the Undersecretary.

Tim had been prepared for this day by two generations of ambitious men who intended to see someone of their bloodline in the seat of power.