Moved Sentence Examples
She moved away from the counter.
She moved to the counter without writing anything down.
He moved away from the tree.
Afterward they moved Darcie's things to Bordeaux's ranch.
They had stored Brandon's things, and Rachel had moved into his room.
But if she moved, the car might start rocking again.
Something moved in the brush not far away and she froze.
Aunt Paulette, (we all called her Aunt Paulie) married a real estate agent and moved to Arkansas.
Reaching up, she turned off the light and then moved close to him, unbuttoning his shirt.
She moved around him with the tray.
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She moved away from him and contemplated the creek absently.
The love of my life moved to the edge of her chair.
Betsy and I moved away to give mother and daughter space.
The crowd moved on again.
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Not even the ocean moved.
They moved towards the three.
He said nothing else and moved away.
They moved around the room; her head on his shoulder, her hand in his.
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Cassie moved away from him and scowled at the country without seeing it.
Cindy, I've known Russell Cade since he first moved to this area - since high school.
Jonny stayed after their father's death, while she moved closer to her mom on the west coast.
Her gaze moved from the incredible view to the condo's owner, whose desk sat against the wall opposite her beside the windows.
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Bianca shivered and moved closer to Toni.
Bianca moved away from Talon towards the violent waves and then sat with her back to a wave as high as her waist.
It moved up his leg.
Darian moved sluggishly towards the shivering woman.
When she moved woodenly towards her bedroom, he disappeared.
He moved silently down the alley and had almost reached her when she froze.
The woman moved behind him, her confused green eyes on Jule.
Hesitating only a moment more, Yully moved towards him and knelt.
We moved to Howie's office where she spread out the charts and papers.
Someone else moved silently down the hall ahead of him, and he slowed his stride.
Jule moved away from the slicing sword and caught the guardsman's wrist.
Jule had moved and collapsed in a heap a few feet away.
The flower moved as if caught in a breeze, not an earthquake.
Fred moved his toe around in the dirt.
The cat had moved her kittens one night and they never saw her again.
Pierre looked over his spectacles with naive surprise, now at him and now at her, moved as if about to rise too, but changed his mind.
Still smiling, the French officer spread out his hands before Gerasim's nose, intimating that he did not understand him either, and moved, limping, to the door at which Pierre was standing.
I think it would be a good idea if I moved upstairs.
She made her way clumsily through one episode and then watched as his long fingers moved gracefully over the keys.
She moved past him and gingerly felt behind the stove until her fingers closed around the shaker.
He moved toward her, his expression far from bland.
The storm moved over them as they ate, rumbling and flashing angrily.
Feeling rejected, she nodded and moved to the couch.
His hand moved down her side to her waist and then down to her leg, caressing the back of her knee in a delightful way.
And then he moved over her, his fingers sliding up her arm as it lay beside her head.
I should have moved away, but I couldn't stand to leave the ranch.
But Russ, she could have moved away.
They had moved the antique furniture out of her old downstairs room and put it upstairs months before he was born.
He had moved to receptors and enkephalins before Martha covered her ears and yelled, You're turn!
He twisted, turned and moved his arms constantly, a determined look painted on his face.
Everyone moved slowly and it was very dusty.
Betsy took his hand and we moved further down the sidewalk.
Once he did, he moved to the back yard where mother was pushing her gleeful young son on a large wooden swing set.
Mr. Cooms moved fast, and so did we.
No, you moved, but where?
She moved to her computer.
They all moved, but where?
I could just see from the doorway where I stood as a figure emerged from the darkened automobile and moved stealthy toward the back of the house.
I moved quickly to it and thankfully, there was a dial tone!
As Jackson moved away, I heard him say to another officer, "Put a guard on him until we find out what happened."
The oven dinged and Betsy moved to the kitchen.
I moved to the kitchen doorway while she removed the muffins.
She moved past me to the living room with a plate of muffins and coffee.
As Grasso moved around to the driver's door, something fell from the rear, left side of the back.
A tall black woman moved forward from against the wall.
Her mother moved to her side, as close as her single restraint allowed.
Yully moved towards him and dragged his fevered body close to the fire again.
Her heart pounding, Jenn moved forward and whispered into Jonny's ear.
His power moved through her like a wind in a forest.
Vamps moved out of his way as he strode through the halls, and several bowed their heads as he passed.
The vamp hadn't moved, as if he and Sofi already knew Jule would facilitate.
They moved through the people with ease and walked up the low hill.
Her father moved to the center of the monument and looked around.
She moved to the center of the monument and opened herself to the magics.
The vamp moved out of her path.
He came into view and moved around the punching bag.
He dialed Laney as he moved around her room.
She squinted through her fingers and braced herself against one wall to counter the effects the drugs had on her equilibrium as she moved down the long hallway.
She didn't miss the way the others moved out of his way or the way the aura of command around him filled up the room.
His skin was cold to the touch; his breath hung in the air as he moved.
The town car moved at a quick pace, bringing them to a mansion atop one of the private, gated drives tucked away from sight along Skyline Drive.
She moved forward, taking refuge from him in his own arms, a reality that amused him.
She moved closer and held out her hand.
He moved mechanically out of the single large kitchen in the underground lair.
Molly moved close to her and put her arm about her waist.
They moved in tandem without looking at each other, their movements controlled and efficient.
The dress was thick silk and moved like water as she pulled it free and held it against her.
He moved away from her to meet the others.
Most moved away quickly, sensing there was something about him that just wasn't normal.
Damian stood and moved away, emotions roiling.
He moved away without returning to the group.
They moved like smoke, shifting and swirling as they crawled the walls.
The three moved with her, Pierre speaking tersely in French on the phone.
Jule glanced at Pierre, who obeyed the silent command and moved away.
The sense of normalcy faded as they moved through the mall.
Opening her eyes, she hesitated and moved away from the car in the direction of the source of the memories.
Lon knelt by a vamp whose chest still moved.
He moved away when she ceased drinking, back to the corner.
Two obeyed and moved forward, slicing his wrist for her again.
She dropped to her feet and moved away.
A dark shape moved from the rocks while three more fanned out from the sides.
He moved forward, stopping to stare at Darian.
Doubtful the model's clothes would fit, Sofia moved deeper into the bathroom to dress in jeans too long for her petite frame and a t-shirt too snug to be comfortable.
He moved his arm to wrap around her and pulled her against him.
Sofia released the breath she was holding and moved in front of Dustin, gazing up at him.
The dress moved with her like a second skin, draping her curves and swishing silently around her legs.
Darkyn moved in and out of her slowly, taking her closer to her climax.
The sand only moved one way, even when upside down.
He pushed her away and moved towards the bed.
Panting and exhausted, Deidre couldn't have moved, had he not shifted to hold her against him.
Deidre moved towards it, recalling the last time she'd crossed through it.
As if sensing she'd noticed, he straightened and moved away, breaking contact to stand a few feet away.
He moved faster than she was able to follow.
She moved away from Darkyn to stand in front of Gabriel, searching his gaze.
Deidre moved away from him.
To her surprise, they bowed and moved on.
His hands moved down her body, and he nudged her head aside.
Dean moved into the shade and closer to the building for better reception.
Everyone moved closer as Fitzgerald ceremoniously opened the box.
Following Martha's directions, they moved to their right.
As they moved forward Dean stumbled when his back pack caught on a particularly low place.
While they had made no effort to be quiet, they now moved forward with caution, pausing every few steps to listen.
They moved more quickly, retracing their steps toward the entrance.
As they moved down the trail to their parked Jeep, they heard the sound of a vehicle approaching.
At least he was, years ago, and he's moved back here.
Moved into his father's old house.
While Jennifer didn't complain, Dean could see her hands gripping the sides of the vehicle tightly as they moved steadily upward.
The women looked frightened, Faust actually ducked, and David Dean moved to the cover of a nearby boulder, pulling his wife along with him.
After a cursory look, she moved on.
Darkness moved in quickly now, and he knew he'd soon need help and more light than a simple flashlight to locate a wreck, if in fact a vehicle had plunged to the valley floor, a hundred or more feet below.
Lydia Larkin moved into the glow and stood silhouetted before him.
He tried to block that day from his mind as he played out the coiled rope from over his shoulder and moved backwards down the slope.
He tentatively moved forward, grasping a branch.
He could still hear her stifled sobs as he cautiously moved down the slope, wedging his foot against rocks and small vegetation for purchase.
Lydia called out to him as he moved away from her.
A tow truck had already arrived and its flashing lights competed with a half dozen others while at least a dozen people moved about, with most of their activity directed downward.
Acting Sheriff Fitzgerald moved out from behind the lights and strutted over to her.
He tried to put his arm around her but she moved away.
Fitzgerald moved too close to Dean.
Dean moved close enough to bump Fitzgerald but held his temper.
They were close to wrapping up the session when deputy Lydia Larkin moved quietly into the room.
Lydia Larkin moved a step forward.
Moved on, I guess.
Groucho quickly moved on, describing what happened.
My grandparents didn't stay long—a year or two—and then they moved to Denver.
He moved toward her bedroom.
They moved on to anyone involved with the mine property.
But no such calls came, and breathing became easier as the day moved along.
With one hand on the wall, he moved forward.
Darkyn moved in front of him.
Deidre stepped back as Cora moved into the kitchen.
She pushed her shirt down and moved away to break contact, facing him again when half the bed was between them.
Gabriel moved through the meat locker, unaffected by the cold after the half hour battle.
He moved to sit on the trunk at the end of the bed, close enough to see the details of her features without being too tempted to take her in his arms.
Andre was seated, as if he'd never moved.
Deidre watched, intrigued by how graceful and silent the large creatures were as they moved through the clearing.
Gabriel released her and moved away.
She moved once more to the edge of the lake and stared at the souls.
They moved slowly to the bank on which she stood, bumped into the dirt wall and floated to nestle into piles at the bottom.
When it didn't fling her, she moved closer and gripped a low branch.
They moved like pinwheels around the mound of souls in the center of the lake.
Dozing after his insatiable passion, she roused herself when one of Gabriel's hands moved down her body.
A trickle of jealousy moved through her, but she dismissed it, unwilling to think about the woman he'd slept with less than two weeks before.
Unwilling to alarm them and possibly end up stabbed, he pretended not to know and moved through the room.
Wynn moved before his victim could.
There was something about him... the way he moved and even the way he spoke, soft and gentle with such a deep warm voice.
When his hand touched her arm, she moved toward him.
No telling how long he had been in contact with Alex – maybe ever since he moved to Arkansas.
The crisp cotton material moved around smoothly as she turned to leave the room.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back, quickly sucking in a breath as his warm hands moved inside her dress and gently surrounded her waist.
I moved up here from Houston because what I wanted was here.
Though not traditionally handsome, he moved and spoke with a diplomat's grace.
She moved away from him, wiping her face.
The façade returned, and he moved towards the door.
She moved away from the bus stop and joined the crowds on the sidewalk.
She drank straight from the bottle as she moved around the room, gathering and piling clothing into a small suitcase.
They moved out of his way as he strode through the wide hallways to the stairwell leading to the top floor, Death's floor.
She bought it then moved on.
He caught her wrist, and a strange energy moved up her arm.
She moved to face him, distracted by the fact he shifted his body to keep from breaking their physical contact.
When they fell silent, Gabriel moved, his grip loosening around her.
He moved closer, and she found herself arrested by handsome features and eyes that turned every color in the world.
I don't remember being born, but I mean, I grew up in Indiana and moved to Atlanta for college and stayed after I graduated.
Heart flying, Deidre stood and moved to the end of the bed.
He moved to stand beside her.
Deidre moved away from his touch, upset she'd let the moonlight trick her into forgetting how dangerous he was.
Deidre crossed her arms as she moved to take the seat she'd been in the night before.
Deidre moved past him timidly, expecting him to attack her.
Toby stood slowly and moved towards the door.
She nodded and moved forward to stand beside him, leaning her hips against the railing.
It was so easy to agree and sink into his strength, let the scent of dark chocolate work its way into her skin as his hands moved over her.
Multiple dirt deer trails moved away.
I'm an Immortal, and Gabriel has moved on after thousands of years at your feet.
The deep connection and warmth moved through her.
He didn't deny it as he moved around the kitchen.
Aside from fatigue, her body moved and felt the way it should.
He spoke in tear-filled gibberish she didn't understand, and she moved away to the door.
The death dealer moved silently, even over the hollow wooden floors.
He moved the sword off her favorite chair without answering and placed it on the trench stretched across her couch.
At last he moved around the desk to a dark corner and withdrew a crystal carafe from a locked cabinet.
Her eyes fell to the entryway in front of the elegant building in which she stayed, then to the street further down, where several forms moved from beneath a canopy, trailed by a shadow darker than night.
She moved along, foot-by-foot, focusing on the next stone and on her anger to keep from sobbing and falling to her doom.
She moved to the bars at the front of her cell, aware of the beast across the hall doing the same with a growl.
He moved toward her slowly, body tense.
She rose and flinched, expecting agony as she moved her arm.
He'd hugged her before, an anomaly, she was sure, until his arms now moved around her again.
She moved closer to Ully, even while knowing the skinny nerd was the least likely to defend her.
Its back reached her shoulder, and it moved with restrained, lethal power.
He moved closer and she skirted the breakfast bar until it was between them.
Jared moved away from the door into the hall to face his opponent.
Wings, short fur, fangs the size of her forearm … she moved farther into the bathroom, lest she draw his attention.
Gabriel was at his place in the underworld, a small cottage tucked into Death.s realm, in the Everdark forest of Immortal trees whose hissing, fanlike leaves and snake-like branches moved to catch the quiet wind.
The healers moved to the other side of the Immortal world, past Elisia and closer to Hell.
Lankha hesitated but moved forward with a look over his shoulder at the village.
Katie moved out of his way.
Katie moved quickly through the room, refusing to meet the gaze of any of the Immortals.
I have to check on Toby, she said and moved past him before she changed her mind.
At his silence, Darkyn moved closer, his dark eyes piercing and the growl in his chest audible.
Ully, looking exhausted, moved closer, and Rhyn waited as well.
He moved our father.s body?
Katie moved quickly in the direction she indicated and found a line in front of the guestbook as Immortals wrote their names.
If he tried, he.d be able to locate his target and track her as she moved until she was dead-dead.
He moved to the edge of the table nearest Jade and crossed his arms as he leaned against it.
I think sometimes I should.ve moved into the cell beside yours in Hell.
Rhyn moved to the table.
Gabriel moved forward and touched his hand briefly to Katie.s head.
He moved woodenly to lift the body at her feet and walked away, disappearing into a portal.
Daniela.s little legs moved fast, and she was across the courtyard while Kris stared toward the room where Rhyn assumed his mate was.
Rhyn moved to the doorway and watched him set Iliana down gently on the floor beside the healer.
He moved a short distance away to more level ground and lowered himself into a fighting stance.
Gabriel bent to whisper something to Katie and then moved in front of him.
He wore heavy clothing, as if easily chilled, and moved with the smoothness of a warrior.
They moved out of sight at her blink, and she wondered how criminals were treated on such a planet.
The cats were moved out of the main house, so you don't have to worry about them.
He moved away from her, nearly throwing off her balance.
He moved around her and stepped onto thick green grasses.
Something his woman said took her interest; her gaze grew sharper, and she moved closer to nishani.
After several attempts, the two older boys were satisfied and moved onto another strike and then another block.
The tiny specs indicating crafts or personnel in the 3D image moved and changed; the image itself spun slowly, as if to present her with all sides of the battle at once.
He strode forward, and she moved to place a table between them.
Instead, he gripped her sword wrist and moved behind her.
She admired the way his body shifted and moved.
Jetr took the dismissal with a bow of his head and moved away.
He moved behind her, keeping within arm's distance.
He released her and moved before her, back toward her.
She recognized the same routine from the previous day, only this time they moved through it without swords.
She shifted her body to face him, but he moved to her side and sat on the bench a safe distance from her.
He stood and moved to take her place, nudging her aside.
A'Ran moved toward her again, stopping outside of arms' reach.
When the evening moved into night, nishani appeared too sleepy to stand and took a seat beside D'Ryn.
The warriors moved and shifted as one, and she backpedaled quickly out of their paths as they exited the dwelling.
She jumped when one moved, her heart flipping.
The men around her moved silently into every direction, and Mansr lifted his chin in a silent command for her to go.
The hill was wide and her blood thrummed as she moved as fast as she could.
Evelyn moved after a long, considering look, leaving the studio for the kitchen.
One female figure moved forward, wrapping a shawl around Evelyn's shoulders and placing a translator on her ear.
She handed Evelyn a small bowl of water and then moved to Kiera, handing her a translator.
She looked to Evelyn only to find the group had already moved away toward the distant dwelling.
It broke the men around her from their frozen apprehension, and several of them moved away.
She, too, was obviously moved.
At the base they checked in with Fred and Donnie, who were doing fine without them, so they moved to even more challenging terrain.
Perhaps she just moved some of the items around.
My underthings were moved, and my night clothes.
She moved like a somnambulist, so trance-like Dean hesitated to speak for fear of startling her.
Edith Shipton moved down the hall, causing Dean to think her destination was his and Cynthia's quarters but she stopped in front the small room occupied by Donald Ryland.
Dean ignored her question as Effie moved to look closer at the injury.
He moved closer to Dean, out of earshot of the waiting investigators.
He looked up to see the stars beginning to twinkle as the clouds moved out.
Then, sensing the need for their privacy, she moved to the far room and began shuffling books.
Dean moved to assist her after setting his bike against the porch.
Cautiously she moved forward, allowing herself a peek at this amalgam of evil, this seducer of virgins, who had so ravaged her body.
She moved down to press her face to his.
Edith moved her fingers lower and he tried to turn away.
Her body had been cut free and moved to the downstairs to await a hearse from Montrose.
He moved closer to the center, where Edith had died.
The two women moved out of sight and sound and Dean agonized through the lengthy, halting conversation before rejoining them.
He moved up the steel trestle by the ice climbing area designated The Schoolroom.
She moved down the catwalk, swinging her designer-encased butt.
She moved off to examine the other windows as Dean knelt to do her bidding.
At six feet, two inches tall, with a slim, athletic build, he moved with the grace of a dancer.
Like Jackson, she moved with incredible grace, seeming to float rather than walk.
The couple had recently moved back to Fairhaven, in rural New England, after years away.
Jackson moved closer, inhaling deeply, while bitter tasting saliva collected in his mouth.
He faced her and moved in close.
Every time he moved close enough to see her face, she vanished.
Connor got up from the table and moved even closer, glaring at him.
Jackson moved to get a better view.
If there wasn't something special about her, you would have said, 'This is not worth the effort' and moved on.
Her eyes, her hair, those legs, the way she moved, her full, rich voice, but mostly that feeling when their eyes connected.
She moved here a month ago, so was unfamiliar with the area.
Jackson told her that he and his sister moved back to Fairhaven three months ago, and their home had been in the family for generations.
She was light as a feather and moved freely with him.
While waiting, he noticed the orchid had been moved.
Oh, I moved it.
The men moved to the board.
Elisabeth's art moved him deeply, much as his music did.
Sam took it and moved in close.
She moved close to the bars and sat, never losing his gaze, then tilted her head and let out a soft whimper.
Elisabeth moved close to him and lay down again with her head in his lap.
He moved his hand down to her chest and could feel her heart thumping.
Jackson finally moved closer and slung his arm around her.
She was shorter, yet had the same hair and moved with the same self-assured serenity as her daughter.
They all moved to the drawing room.
Sarah moved to sit next to Elisabeth.
He moved in and pulled her close.
She moved forward and held Jackson's other arm.
As Victor moved toward her, she caught sight of Cassandra attacking Jackson, ripping into his neck with her fangs while he screamed, "Get off me, you bitch!"
Connor moved to pick up Jackson, but she stopped him.
He moved the magnet and plucked the picture from the door.
When her aunt had died, Katie had moved in with Carmen.
Carmen moved to the next stall to find the doe lying on her side, pawing at the ground and panting.
Something about the way he moved was captivating.
He moved through the herd, feeling a shoulder here, looking in a mouth there.
He moved toward it cautiously.
Sensing her fear, he moved closer, his teeth bared in an ugly snarl.
She moved away from the gate, tearing her gaze from his lean muscular thighs.
Even when Josh moved toward him with raised fists, Alex didn't falter.
With lightning speed, Alex moved in close, jerking one of Josh's legs out from under him.
Alex watched him suspiciously when he lifted his hands in submission, but Josh moved around him and left the house.
He moved toward her, his lips twisting into a sardonic smile.
He moved toward her.
She moved in rhythm with the music, brushing the floor softly as she hummed along.
He stepped off the stanchion and moved toward her.
She moved toward him hesitantly.
Lifting the kid into her arms again, she hopped and limped a few steps, rested and moved again.
He moved out of the shadows.
Her heart pounded as he moved over her and claimed her lips.
He moved toward Alex.
She moved too quickly and the stallion snorted.
She moved back and patted him on the neck again.
As she lifted the hay and turned, a figure moved in the hay on the floor.
Alex moved around her.
Nothing more was said about the matter until a week later when Katie and Bill moved into their new home.
Turning on the flashlight, she moved toward the goat.
A dark form moved at the edge of the tree line and when she shined the flashlight in that direction, the light reflected off more than one pair of eyes.
The sack and dog moved about two feet.
She tugged again and one of the dogs moved closer, baring his teeth.
The screech of metal on metal drove her to cover her ears as she moved farther away.
She moved from station to station.
His dark gaze returned to the box, and he reached up to the earpiece as he moved away from the others.
It moved silently and quickly down the winding road through the forest.
Brady moved forward, reaching for his own weapon as he sought to decipher the scene before him.
Lana moved away from the commo computer and started systems checks on the others.
She moved to the emerops computer, struggling to hold back tears.
Brady moved forward at her words.
She slowly moved from her position and crawled down the tree with effort, the movement sending pain through her tender wrist.
Her gaze moved to the laser gun and then to the familiar man holding it.
He signaled to the other insurgent, who obeyed and moved forward, grabbing the dead man's ankles and hauling him out.
She could survive on the ample amounts of supplies the emerops facilities contained if she moved from facility to facility towards the west.
She moved the guns and knives out of the way, unsettled by the thought of blood.
She moved his weapons, pushed his heavy body out of the way to see if he hid them beneath one of his muscular thighs.
Her hands began trembling, and she moved quickly to put one of the chairs in the living room between them.
She sucked in a breath and moved away, flinching as he pushed over the chair separating them.
His gaze moved over her face, resting on her lips.
He moved away, and she released her breath, resting her head against the cabinet in relief.
He moved closer, her small hand on his arm, until they were toe-to-toe.
She looked from his eyes to his lips and moved closer.
He patted her arm then moved to crouch beside Elise, waiting.
The scent of burnt metal and flesh soon followed, then chaos as Elise and Dan moved away from her, each going in the opposite direction under the cover of smoke.
Two more of his men moved cautiously from the forest, looking for Elise or Dan to appear.
Lana studied his back as he moved.
He contemplated the stray thought as he moved around the facility.
They moved on, taking circuitous routes back to the underground entrance in case they were being watched.
She moved off the road into the ditch.
She touched the pocket as she moved towards the door.
Tim moved closer and lowered his voice.
Groups of people milled and moved towards the fields surrounding the town, guided by moonlight and the light of handheld lanterns.
The two soldiers moved away, greeting the next group of people before sitting down to talk.
She moved to the nearest empty crate and placed the baby inside it.
The tunnel grew narrower as they moved away from the chambers.
The helo moved away.
Lana stood and moved to the far side of the rocks, facing the area where the missile fire fell.
Yet he moved as if he were completely healed.
She moved as far as she dared from the rock, searching for him.
Somehow, he'd moved back to the wood line.
Jack whined from nearby, and Lana moved to his side, unable to help the two soldiers tending to Brady.
It was still dark, and the moons of the underworld hadn't moved far across the sky. He sat, uneasy with the dream exchange with Death. A small fire burned between him and Katie, whose pale features and shadowed eyes were showing the effects of both her pregnancy and the toll the underworld took on mortals.
The angel moved with inhuman speed as he sprinted and dived through the portal ahead of Rhyn, disappearing.
It was dark. The dual moons of the underworld were high overhead, another sign she hadn't slept more than an hour or two. The trees overhead hissed as the branches moved like snakes in a soft breeze. Gabriel held out a hand and pulled her up, silent despite his size and small armory of weapons.
Lost in the food fantasy, she didn't see Gabriel disappear into the jungle. Katie blinked and looked around, still uneasy with the snakelike branches that moved of their own volition overhead. She didn't know what kind of creatures followed or what other critters would live in the Immortal jungle, but she wanted nothing to do with such a weird place.
Gabe was quiet for a long moment, leading them through the jungle in thoughtful silence. Katie felt the strange sense of something following again and moved closer to him.
The place where Katie touched him in his dream stung. Rhyn moved out of the drizzle, close to the fire, and peeled off his shirt. There was a welt resembling a bee sting where she'd touched him.
Rhyn moved to the door leading to the block, unable to help the small tremble of his hand. Not only had he spent too long in this very place, he'd seen Katie hurt here and barely escaped alive with her.
Baffled, Toby shrugged and moved to the bars of his cell, looking to Ully for help. Ully rolled his eyes.
Ully cursed as he moved to seek cover from the downpour. Safe beneath his jungle roof, Toby watched him. The brave, cheerful Ully that sat with him in Hell seemed lost in the underworld, and Toby began to suspect there was another reason their jailer, Jared, had freed them.
The roots around Deidre's left foot snapped free. Katie shoved it aside before it could change its mind and started on the roots around her right foot. Deidre moved her foot with a look of pain. She rubbed her ankle, and Katie cut her arm again.
Katie stared at him, suspecting he'd lost his mind. To her surprise, a branch wrapped around her body. She yelped, shoving at it then went still as it plucked her from the ground and moved her across the ravine, dropping her off in the jungle again.
Kiki gave him a fiery look but moved to the nearest tree. Kris watched him scale the large tree and disappear beyond the canopy of leaves.
She didn't look convinced. Kris moved away her, his anxiety and concern growing. They'd come there to rescue one human and might just lose two. He paced and gazed up the tree, unable to see Kiki. He heard Hannah stir and glanced towards her. She rose from her seat.
Katie turned away and snatched Toby's hand. They approached the demons tentatively, waiting for the quiet creatures to attack rather than move. As if under a trance, the demons moved away in synchronized steps.
The death-dealer looked around, lost. Rhyn moved away and drew off his demon power to call forth a portal.
He was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt and moved with the swagger of youth, someone without a care in the world.
He moved forward until the sound of the sea and the firmness of the sand suggested he was close to the water's edge.
DeLeo, already bored with the exchange, got up and moved toward the door.
She was no more than five foot one, he guessed, but she moved with the grace of a much taller woman.
Mrs. Riley set down the phone and moved to the door to answer it.
Mayer turned to Dean as he and the detective moved back to Mayer's office.
Although Hunter had been born in North Carolina—on 16 acres of red mud, as he described it—he'd moved to Norfolk in high school and never left.
He moved around to the far side of the car, as if to get out of earshot of the house.
A little bell jingled in the empty office as Dean entered and an unshaven man in his sixties took his time sauntering out from behind a curtain, hoisting up his suspenders as he moved behind the desk.
Jonathan Winston never flinched and his smile remained in place as he moved very close to Vinnie, nearly touching him.
He moved from one foot to the other.
Has he moved out?
The rain was steadier and the day was darker as they moved from their arrival gate to find the connecting flight to Norfolk.
Ignoring the seatbelt, she moved closer to him.
I understand from Mrs. Glass he was back in town but has moved out, so you don't have to worry.
After some readings and a hymn, the priest moved to the pulpit.
Cynthia explained it away, saying it was about time she moved to a smaller place.
They moved into a brand new building a couple of months back.
Dean moved behind a post, trying to get what little privacy the squad room and the length of his phone cord allowed.
With all other thoughts lulled from his mind by the steady cadence of the wheels, he moved step by step through every facet of the Byrne case.
Someone would laugh and it would remind him of her laugh, turn their head to the side and it would be the way she always moved.
That's when I found out she moved back to Russia on me.
Burgess moved back to the bed.
Once again he moved to the window and looked out.
Dean moved closer to the door.
The large western belt buckle at his lean waist moved with the graceful rhythm of his stride.
The furrows disappeared and he chuckled as he moved away from the door jam.
Carmen sighed as Casper finally moved away.
They were so graceful, their muscles rippling under shiny coats as they moved.
His arm dropped and he moved away.
She was too sleepy to bother Alex, so she moved to the window seat and curled up against the chill.
Alex took off work the next day and they moved one of the beds to the bedroom of her choice in his house.
Once they moved the chickens, there would be no reason to walk down to the farm every day.
She moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest.
For a few minutes they moved as one to the music.
After purchasing a conservative blouse and jeans of quality, she moved on to a less crowded grocery store than the budget one she usually used.
With the air cleared, he dropped the subject and moved on to more pleasant conversation.
When his other hand moved up her arm in a caress, her pulse quickened.
Something moved up in the trees, but it was impossible to determine what it was in the shadows.
The weather turned hot, then cold and finally they moved into Indian summer.
Warm hands touched her waist as he moved closer.
Strong arms encircled her waist and moved up, pulling her back against his chest.
She moved close to him and gazed up into those delicious chocolate eyes.
Tears stung her eyes as she moved into his waiting arms.
She moved into his embrace in a non-verbal response that pushed all but one thought from her mind.
Too bad he didn't have the foresight to stay home when a December cold front moved through.
He moved away from the wall and started toward her.
He held her so close that she couldn't have moved if she wanted to.
She moved away from him and he reached for her, but she dodged his hand.
When he returned, Alex moved over to the window with his back to her.
His shoulders moved with a graceful swing that defied the quick step.
Carmen said her family had moved to California after Lori graduated.
The ground beneath them moved suddenly, a low rumble that made the beds shake.
Snow crunched underfoot as he moved closer to the portal.
She moved cautiously through the well-maintained orchard, back to the tree marked by the rocks.
Darian ducked, eyeing her as he moved away.
Darian moved away from the door and kept to the edge of the room, sensing he was only welcomed because he was in the unique position to defend everyone there if the Other started blasting people.
Darian moved closer, gut sinking.
Her lips tickled his ears before she moved away.
He moved through the trees, trying to see the palace that had been his for a short time at the other end.
She got dressed and looked at the time, her heart pounding harder and harder as she moved towards the door.
Darian's boots crunched snow as he moved closer.
His body brushed hers as he moved deeper into the cave, and he took her cold hands.
Darian set her down on a small couch and moved away.
Lost in thought, she dropped her gaze to her hands as Darian's warmth moved through her body, healing her.
He rose and moved towards the kitchen.
She moved to the fridge and opened it, still starving.
Jenn moved away from him and swiped at tears on her face.
Darian moved into the center of the hallway, gazing around.
The sound of a key scraping against the door drew Jenn's attention outward again, and she moved to the side of the door, flattening her back against it.
She moved forward again.
Yully moved away from him, holding out her arms as she drained the surrounding area of magic.
He took in her features again then looked down the hall, where several people moved towards them.
Darian moved forward as if in a dream, stopping within the shade of apple trees as he gazed at the scene before him.
His gaze moved to her opponent, a woman who looked as poised and rested as Jenn appeared battered.
The Other moved, his first strike sizzling by her.
We moved our magic source into this world in anticipation of your actions.
He moved to Damian's side, grateful his brother would soon be back on his feet.
Damian moved it again.
The woman rose, her honey musk teasing his senses as she moved around the chamber.
He moved into the shadows of the chamber and pushed up his eye-band to see her.
Rissa slung the door closed and moved toward a small table where her sword waited.
He moved closer to her in case the unseen threat attacked, hands on the hilts of his daggers.
None of them made any move to invite him to their practice, so he moved away, toward the closest group of five.
His eyes lingered on her before he moved toward the largest of the maps on the wall before him.
Sami was led into the center of the tiny arena, and the guards moved away.
Ledden patted her arm and moved past her.
He moved to the bed and lowered her onto her back, pressing her soft shape flat with the full length of his body.
He moved against her, and she responded, parting her knees and raising her hips in an ancient sign of invitation.
He moved forward and took her arm, pulling her to her feet.
He's moved his army from the border with Corcoran and is sending it directly to our east.
Stealthily, she moved the cup over the edge and spilled it on the floor beneath the table.
He lowered his eye-band and moved around her.
Hilden moved through the crowd directly to the table and took up a protective position behind Rissa, watching without interfering.
She moved forward once again down an alley leading directly to the open area before the wall.
Taran moved closer to her, watching her clean and bandage her forearm with practiced efficiency.
Sirian moved all our armies too far south to recall them in time to save the city.
It moved freely through her body, stealing her strength for its final act against her.
His eyes narrowed, and one palm moved on the hilt of his sword.
The demon moved at last, though it hadn't yet decided what to think of the visitor.
Memon slashed Rissa's arm with his demon's talons, and the demon within her rippled her body as it moved to avoid the madman.
Carmen moved to his side and put an arm around his waist.
He looked so elegant in that suit, and yet he moved as if the horse were part of him.