She-d Sentence Examples

They said she'd be sleepy because of the medicine, so I'll try to sleep while she is asleep.

After a few minutes of rest she'd go help them.

He was no gentleman, and she'd best keep that in mind.

It was a question she'd have to ask Cade.

He couldn't understand why she would say that when she'd been living in his house so long.

She was positive she'd be lost for life.

Besides, it was time to replace some of the things she'd been wearing since before they were married.

If she knew I was hiring you as a companion, she'd be embarrassed.

This was the same man who treated her so coldly earlier today, and she'd do best to keep that picture in her mind.

When she didn't get her way, she'd cry and act like she was afraid of him.

I think her biggest fear was that she'd lose him.

Martha came in with baby Clair looking as if she'd gotten over what ailed her.

We'll meet soon, brother, she'd said.

Actually, she'd rather get a room than stay in the house.

I never met your mother, but if she was anything like you, I reckon he thought she'd do just that.

Today while she was in town, she'd ask Connie if she knew what it was.

If they served something she couldn't eat, she'd feign illness.

I took the receiver as Betsy dialed the number she'd copied from the television announcement.

She was unable to pin him down on the cases of ours she'd documented earlier but he practically admitted he was personally responsible for all them and more.

You can bet she'd turn Howie in in a minute for that much dough!

I'd tell her real story, as much as she'd allow, while still maintaining her absolute privacy.

Her stammering made it obvious she'd taken at least some of the calls.

My monolog was blurted out non-stop for fear she'd cut me off before I finished.

I prayed she'd take my warning seriously and maybe give us some helpful press in the bargin.

Martha asked if she'd like to hold the baby, thrilling Molly further.

No. She's sleeping but I'm sure she'd be willing to hear what's troubling you.

It was clear she'd overheard a lot of information and as I was fearful she might confide in someone else, I admitted to her that Howie was the person the world was seeking, the so-called psychic tipster.

Still, you'd have thought she'd lost the Hope diamond the way she carried on.

She told me one time; she'd never cheated on Quinn.

She told our neighbor Mildred she'd done something she regretted 'cause now she really liked this guy and thought maybe she'd messed things up between them.

Did she tell Mildred what she'd done?

He's never spoken on the phone; it's only Julie's word and I'm sure she'd retract anything she said earlier.

I told her I'd asked the same question of Martha earlier and she'd been noncommittal.

While I waited for my, wife's return I sifted through the startling news she'd told me.

Molly was impressed, Howie was confused and Julie petrified she'd use the wrong utensils.

If she did, she'd be on national TV!

I hummed a tune I remembered my mother singing to me as I strolled to the barn to slay the lying witch-bitch who thought she'd tricked.

Soon enough, she'd pay for her insolence.

Satisfied, the nurse swept up the linens she'd changed and left.

All he ever wanted to do was play with his stupid baseball, and she'd taken it and thrown it into the forest.

She dug through the pockets in her jeans and pulled out the stash of one dollar bills she'd been given for trips to the candy machine down the hall.

He was her world, but she'd been nothing more than an afterthought, strung along with promises for years.

After all of Jonny's childhood injuries she'd healed, she couldn't fix her own heart!

She'd never seen him so upset in all the years she'd known him.

It wasn't somewhere she'd ever venture, even in daylight.

She didn't notice until she'd jostled her way into the center of the church.

He'd dreamt many times about his sister and his family, but she'd never talked to him directly.

She wondered how many more there would be and doubted she'd last more than another day or two if he kept draining her blood.

And yet, she couldn't forget what she'd seen him doing-- drinking another woman's blood as Talon did hers!

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.

Her eyes snapped closed, her last vision that of the most striking man she'd ever seen.

With a deep breath, she opened the door, uncertain what horror she'd face next.

When she'd finished, she twisted the knob and pulled.

She must not have twisted one of the locks, even though she'd checked them all twice.

She wondered what was wrong with Jonny, if she'd get to him in time to heal him from whatever drugs Talon gave him.

It was Sofi's whisper in his mind, a new trick she'd picked up from Darian.

Her cheek was red as if she'd been struck, and there were tears on her face already.

Sofi would chew him out if he gave Bianca to her like she was, and he himself couldn't help but feel somewhat concerned that she'd gone unresponsive.

So maybe she wouldn't get over what she'd seen as fast as she should.

Whatever Natural talent she had, she'd somehow turned her brother from a vamp back into a human.

Part of her accepted his explanations after what she'd experienced the past few days.

When he didn't, she rubbed her face, wondering what exactly she'd been dragged into and if her heart would explode if he reappeared.

Dainty cat prints trekked through the flour she'd spilled on the counter.

In that moment, he had a feeling she'd pay up without resistance.

She said she'd tell you that in person if you hadn't already taken her Traveler.

Maybe she'd hoped his parting words in the morning were serious.

Awhile later, the sound of furniture crashing against the tile floor startled her, and she sat up from where she'd been dozing in front of the TV.

At first she thought it was the thunderstorm she'd fallen asleep listening to.

The poison she thought she'd cleared from his body lingered.

Jonny started collecting the supplies she'd need, and she watched him, proud.

He glared at her, unable to shake the sense that if Bianca hadn't thought smarter than him, she'd be dead.

He knew without asking she'd left him dinner again.

Yet he couldn't shake the memory of her body against his, the way she'd looked at him last night.

His scent still lingered on her skin, even though she'd taken a shower earlier.

He seemed the most approachable of everyone she'd met.

Afraid of what she'd feel, she resisted the urge to touch them.

It was the worst place she'd ever been, worse than any horror movie, worse than any nightmare.

If that was all she got, she'd take it.

The largest vamp she'd ever seen stepped into the hallway.

He was different than the last deity she'd slept with.

Her face warmed at how desperate she'd been for a single drop of him, to feel him inside her while his fangs sank into her neck.

Darkyn was quiet and still, his body relaxed for the first time since she'd known him.

They were the same she'd said to Gabriel on the beach, the night they met.

She paused, knowing she shouldn't ask what she'd wanted to since finding out what he did.

She missed nature in the time she'd been in Hell.

Deidre moved towards it, recalling the last time she'd crossed through it.

If she didn't find one, she'd spend eternity weeping.

Relief made the tears she'd been holding begin to fall.

Before she could tell him she'd changed her mind, sharp pain penetrated her neck.

His eyes were the most beautiful blue-purple she'd ever seen.

The portal formed before she'd finished the sentence.

Without looking back, Deidre walked through it and emerged on a familiar beach, the same one she'd ended up on when she leapt from her apartment building.

He was no longer the conflicted man she'd met on a beach a few days before.

He'd asked her if she'd take herself out of the equation before she hurt Gabriel.

Why she'd chosen to serve a demon over him… was there any part of her that cared for him?

If it didn't work, she'd die while under.

Suddenly, she was afraid she'd be tempted to pay whatever price he demanded, no matter how high.

There was no guarantee Gabriel wanted her, but she'd have a chance.

From the visions he showed her, he was capable of things she'd never dreamed of.

She spun at the voice, startled to see Mr. Checkmate, the man she'd met on the beach when she arrived at the Sanctuary the first time.

She knew if she woke up too fast, she'd feel like she had a hangover.

If anything, she was exhausted and in a recovery room unlike any she'd ever seen before.

She was halfway across the room when what she'd seen registered.

She thought hard about all she'd learned since arriving to Hell.

Foreboding filled her at the expression on the deity's face, like she'd just won the lottery.

Deidre crossed the room, terrified she'd find Gabriel's name gone.

No woman would ever be more than second to a man like that, but being the woman who was second in his world sounded better than anything else she'd ever wanted.

Talon barked at her, and she realized she'd stopped walking.

Talon shoved her back into the valley with a snarled threat under his breath, and she hurried out of the trough again, breathing hard by the time she'd clambered twenty feet to the top.

If she didn't know better, she'd say whatever the poison was, it felt like what lingered in Jonny's body.

With a frown, she wondered why she'd never seen it before, why she wasted seven years trying to make things work with someone who couldn't hold a candle to the man she was meant to be with.

The brutal display of strength and speed was unlike anything she'd ever seen.

Several times she'd thought Dusty had the upper hand and could've killed the leering vamp, and several times, he'd stopped, once with a glance at his watch.

He recognized one of the orbs she'd played with.

It was where she belonged, now that she'd helped those that needed it and lost her brother.

When she was younger, she'd loved it when he told her this.

She didn't believe she'd turn into a princess any more than she believed she wanted anything to do with killing anyone.

Normally, she'd leave before it got too crowded; her father preferred she avoided people altogether.

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

She started to the table then stopped, unable to dismiss the feeling of the man's arms around her or what she'd felt when they touched.

Instead, she'd touched his soul, and it'd laughed and turned her magic away.

Unable to find her voice, she hurried around him to the table where she'd left her coat.

Part of her wanted to return to her home that very night, and another part of her feared what she'd find if she did.

If she'd had friends, she would've gone to visit one.

She wasn't sure she'd seen a man as big as he was anywhere but on the TV.

It was one of the many oddities about her father that she'd accepted over the years.

The man before her looked pretty human himself, with beautiful brown eyes and a body unlike any she'd seen before.

Accustomed to being shunned by people, she'd almost felt normal around the stranger who seemed unaffected by her magic.

His gaze went to the wine cellar door, which she'd left cracked.

She thought of how she'd felt safe with Jule during their brief encounter.

He'd met Jenn once and didn't know her well enough to know where she'd be.

When she'd touched him in the alley, she'd left a piece of herself within him.

Pain radiated through his body from where she'd shot him, and his normally pliant temper was near the snapping point.

In the morning, her father really would kill him, and she'd be lucky to escape with another beating.

She meant what she said; she had no friends, but a long time ago, she'd had one whose family had a summer cottage near the coast.

She looked away and fumbled with the needle and thread she'd found in a sewing kit.

By the time she'd made the second stitch, he was unconscious and she was sick to her stomach.

She knew she'd have to leave him.

She withdrew then touched him again, this time pushing the energy she'd absorbed—and her own—into him.

The connection she'd experimented with when he slept grew intimate when he was awake.

In her haste to be close to him, she'd planted a shoulder in his injured chest.

She tried to regain her composure, unable to compare the brief experience with Jule to anything else she'd ever felt.

Jule was resting against couch cushions she'd put on the floor for him.

She knew she needed to leave him but couldn't find it in her to abandon the only place she'd ever felt safe.

Feeling as if she'd said too much, she turned and fled the cottage for her car and locked the doors.

If she had a choice of what to believe, she'd believe Jule, a man she barely knew.

There were few things in life she was certain about, and one of them was that she'd felt safer with Jule during their short time together than she ever did with her father.

Even the crossbow she'd used the other night was clean and perched where she'd found it, loaded once again.

She shook her head, recalling what she'd felt when she touched Jule.

She'd met enough Guardians and vamps to know how unique each was, but she'd never met a creature like this one.

Itching to relieve some of her own nervous energy after the run-in with the vamps, she'd reached the door when Jonny spoke again.

Looking over the largest vamp she'd ever seen, she had a feeling a confrontation between them wouldn't end well for her.

Her voice was quiet, and he couldn't help wondering if she'd Seen something important enough to tolerate a vamp in her household.

Jule, whose soul had somehow lingered in her body when she'd touched him, and who had become the only man she'd ever felt safe around.

None of the vamps she'd seen yet were alive.

Xander, however, was a complication she'd never before run across.

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.

Whatever she'd accidentally done to him in the alley, she'd sealed them together in a way he never thought possible.

She sighed, aware she'd never know the answer to that question.

She'd hoped … she'd wanted Jonny to be different.

It looked untouched, but a quick search revealed the only weapons remaining were those she'd taken when she left her room, and the beacon was gone.

Something blocked the storm and sun sources she'd felt, but the others flowed to her freely.

Yully opened her eyes and released the magic she'd pulled in.

She punched slowly a few times until she was certain she'd corrected her punch.

Whoever Bianca was, she'd thought of everything.

Yully smiled, at ease with the two women she'd met so far.

Jule was right; she'd learned who he was in the alley, when she'd first touched his soul.

Yully left the gym, feeling as if she'd entered a new world.

After a lifetime of rejection, she'd found a home with the very people her father warned her against.

To ease her exposure to the sun, she'd volunteered for the evening shift to support the West Coast customers.

Dimly, Sofia knew she'd never work there again after that low blow.

By the time they found out what it was, she'd probably be near dead, like stage four cancer.

Every vision she'd had, even when Jake touched her, had been of death.

Her body was beginning to ache more, from her battered hands to her bruised cheek from when she'd fallen after fainting the night before.

Since leaving college, she'd stayed in shape through the local gym, where she lifted weights and forced herself onto a cardio machine twice a week.

He was the sexiest man she'd ever seen, and the swirling aura of command only amplified his physical appeal.

To his surprise, she'd passed out.

Since her dream, she'd heard him even when she was awake.

She checked the clock on the nightstand then the notepad listing the time of the flight she'd booked the afternoon before after exploring the mansion.

She'd had never felt overwhelmed by a man before, and she'd certainly never been a woman who felt weak-kneed!

There were a great many things she'd let him do to her to win the game in her head.

After another half an hour, she gathered up a small backpack she'd found in a closet.

He didn't know if she'd understand—or forgive him—for what he was about to do to her.

If she had it her way, she'd not do it at all.

The moon was covered by clouds, and she crumpled the notes she'd taken.

And then she'd tried to eat chocolate and ended up in the bathroom even weaker and hungrier.

He began to cry, the soul-deep weeping of a man who'd lost all and spent his tormented life in a level of hell she'd never be able to imagine.

It was an odd mix that warned him she'd not yet accepted her place in his world.

She had checked off three of the seven exercises she'd learned from the books she read.

He led her from the library, across the courtyard, and into the far wing of the mansion she'd not yet explored.

Sofia stepped out of her way, trying hard to digest what she'd seen.

She glanced toward the door, mind on what she'd learned earlier.

She didn't want to look, sensing she'd met a source of their issues already.

Inside was the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen in a mysterious shade of dark blue sprinkled with silver sequins.

She eyed him and then looked to Damian, who stared at her with an intensity she'd last seen aimed at Claire.

She tried to think of how she could soften the pain she'd bring him.

Caterers served up food she'd kill to eat.

If Dustin's words were true, she'd never be welcomed into the home of any of Damian's people, not if they feared the sight of her!

That she'd used him, killed Darian … "Damian."

He understood why she'd looked at Dusty before telling him about Claire.

Without Pierre, she'd never set foot in such a dangerous situation.

Pierre motioned her forward, and she went, afraid of what she'd find.

They were quiet the remainder of the trip while Sofia dwelled over what she'd seen in Traci's future.

She said nothing, realizing she'd told him something he didn't know.

After her explosion at Damian, she'd have to beg for food.

And she'd never demean herself to that man.

If she closed her eyes, she'd see the home video of Darian's funeral pile.

It was something normal people did during this time of year, something she'd done every year for twenty-three years.

While she couldn't shake the sense of doom that followed her from the visions, she felt more normal, less afraid, at the thought that she'd be rejoining the rest of humanity for a shopping trip with the girls, even if only for a morning.

Like the night she'd come to visit him upon arriving in Tucson.

She rose and dusted off her legs from where she'd knelt.

Any hope she'd had of them not understanding how different she was died.

His guard was down for the first time since she'd known him.

She was more grateful to him in that moment than she'd ever been.

She took his hand and kissed his palm, then ran to her library, mind racing with what she'd learned about him.

He was lined with weapons she'd watched him emplace earlier.

She saw the thaw from the cactus daring anyone to touch him to the man she'd spoken to on the phone.

Jule laughed, looking at her to see how she'd take it.

He went to the library, where he knew she'd be hiding out.

The truth settled into the pit of her stomach, along with the realization that she meant what she'd said—she would do whatever it took to free the man she loved.

Renewed by the blood, more sobs wracked her body as she thought of Damian and how badly she'd destroyed any plan Dustin or Jule could make.

The best she could hope for was eternity on this table, alone, knowing what she'd done to humanity's defender.

All he could see in his head was kiri sobbing and the dreams she'd made him remember.

When assured she'd follow, he released her and marched on into the desert, away from the mountain.

The images she'd seen the night of the Quarterly replayed in her mind.

She hadn't felt like she belonged in this world until she'd seen what good she could do.

Despite the cool fear spiraling through her, she couldn't help but feel thrilled at the sight of him after she thought she'd lost him.

She didn't know if she'd hurt him enough to drive him away forever or if there was a sliver of him that still wanted her.

I never thought she'd do something like that, he said quietly.

The new voice in her mind was the same as the voice she'd heard during the chopper ride with Darian.

As they strode into the gardens toward an awaiting helicopter, she couldn't help but think she'd just stepped into something far greater than she could ever imagine.

She reached a stairwell and descended to a floor with wider, taller corridors, as if she'd gone from the wing with private chambers to a more public area.

The book was the size of a paperback she'd buy at an airport but had to weigh fifty pounds.

During the quiet time she'd had since then, Deidre began to think she'd made a bad bet.

He'd chosen to stay with her that long, and she'd broken Immortal laws to take her place as his mate.

Unlike the others whose paths she'd crossed earlier, he didn't ignore her.

Deidre didn't face him, afraid of what she'd see.

She fled up the stairs and down the hallways she'd memorized on her trip to the library.

It was the same thrum she felt with Gabriel, after she'd been claimed as his mate.

Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?

It was the same question she'd been asking herself.

The same instincts that warned her against the last deal with him told her she'd never win any bet with the devil I'll give you the terms first this time.

She found herself nipping back at his chest and neck, something she'd never done before.

Desperately trapped by need unlike anything she'd ever known, she obeyed.

The dread and guilt at the pit of her stomach were countered by the confusion of knowing that she'd fallen into the grip of the Immortal laws first with Gabriel then with Darkyn.

His words struck her as true; they were the same doubts she'd had about Gabriel since she met him.

She withdrew her teeth from his neck, not at all certain what to think of what she'd done.

She didn't think she'd ever win with him, but she was thrilled knowing she'd done something right.

As if sensing she'd noticed, he straightened and moved away, breaking contact to stand a few feet away.

It wasn't the first time she'd heard such a thing, but it sounded far worse coming from the devil than it had Wynn.

She absently reached for the hourglass and realized she'd left it on her nightstand.

She'd made one choice, and she'd never come home to this place again.

At any minute, she'd hear him tear them apart and then, she'd freak out.

She waited, wishing she'd never come.

Wishing she'd gone somewhere other than here.

She stood, terrified of what she'd find when she went to the living room.

She wished she'd realized that a few days earlier, before it was too late to matter.

Darkyn wore her out, and when she'd woken, she was alone.

The knowledge made her want to scream, knowing she'd spent years blindly letting him talk to her like this and encourage her with pretty words, while he ensured the tumor in her head killed her.

He appeared wary for the first time since she'd known him.

She'd been terrified that day, unaware she'd be mated to him twenty four hours later.

She let herself think what she'd do, if she had the choice between the two.

She was furious and so hurt, she wished she'd jumped into the Grand Canyon like she originally planned.

She shivered, unaware just how close she'd been to dying by his hands.

Darkyn was ancient, according to the tutorial she'd watched, from the time-before-time.

She wasn't, but she doubted she'd have a choice.

Her breathing quickened as she realized what she'd done.

The only other soul she'd touched had told her its life story in a blink of the eye, terrifying her.

Selyn peeked out from the two inches she'd opened the door, her dark eyes identical to her father's.

Suddenly, Deidre wished she'd left Selyn in Hell.

She didn't know what happened if she tried to make one, but she'd do what it took to protect the terrified teen.

She knew she'd deserve it, just for being in here.

There's no way she'd know her mother would be released.

Cynthia released the tears she'd held in check.

What the hell, if hand signals and the language of smiles could do the trick, she'd make a fine employee.

Toward dawn, her conversation became fixed on the skeleton-man she'd discovered in the depths of the mine as if he too was a forever forgotten soul, equally immersed in lonely darkness.

She told him god knows what she'd do to him if he didn't get all the credits he could.

Dean explained how she'd stopped him for speeding.

I wish she'd call.

I only wish she'd call so we could tell her.

I know that, but Martha said she'd telephone—we even gave her a calling card—and we haven't heard a word from her.

While she'd most likely be out on the job, he'd case the place, now that his detective hat was fitting so well.

The sister was long gone, but campground neighbors recounted she'd opened the trunk before departing.

She said she'd try and call when she got the chance.

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

Jennifer paused so long before answering that Dean thought she'd not heard his question.

You're just afraid she'd toss you off the mountain for being so nosy—as well she should!

Either Cynthia's presence relaxed her or she'd decided David Dean was not a combatant from the enemy camp.

Jennifer began snapping her small camera at the first vista until she realized she'd used more than half the roll.

Added to it was the pleasure of seeing Cynthia, after all she'd undergone, so utterly enjoying the day.

He thought she'd walk away, but instead, she cautiously lifted the rope, turned further away from the precipice and took baby steps backwards toward him.

He knew she'd understand.

He sat on a sofa while she settled into a leather rocker where she'd evidently been sitting, as there was a nearly empty pint of vodka on the table next to her.

Dean was afraid she'd passed out.

He did so now, describing Lydia's reluctance in descending to the accident, but glossing over just how petrified she'd been.

They all feigned shock and surprise at this not-uncommon happening as Paulette huffily announced she'd absent herself with a walk around the block while they "took care of the matter."

When he visited her, she'd mentioned marriage and divorce.

I think she'd be a lot less candid with you along.

Ginger Dawkins was sitting on the porch in her pretty blue sweater as if she'd never huffed and puffed her exit a day earlier.

By then, my mother was a single mom but she'd met my stepfather—my only real father—and she opted to remain in California.

Dean then brought Lydia Larkin into the picture by telling Jake Weller how she had radioed Fitzgerald with the two Denver investigators in her car, making the call from the spot where he claimed she'd be out of reception.

Martha, dressed exactly as she had been when she'd left, clutched her new suitcase while the barest hint of a smile graced her pretty face.

Mrs. Lincoln slipped into the room amid throaty sounds of welcome and hopped onto Martha's lap as calmly as if she'd never left.

She said she'd really like you.

There was a question of jurisdictions and when Weller volunteered that Martha was safe and comfortable at Bird Song where she'd spent the last six months, no one seemed to protest.

Maria crushed Martha in her happy embrace, although what she'd perceived of the young girl's absence through the veil of her linguistic limitations was anyone's guess.

Between bites, Martha regaled the few late rising guests that lingered around the dining room with stories of her adventure and the bus window sights she'd visited.

She was quick to deny that they were the ones she'd found, but they continued with the story without asking her the details of her initial discovery.

He didn't doubt that if it were to her advantage to do so, she'd have no compunction in involving him, however unfairly.

I would have killed her if she'd been successful.

As a human, she'd be much easier to render dead-dead.

For a moment, Wynn thought she'd refuse.

Shivering, she stripped out of the Hell garb and flung it aside to put on some of the clothing she'd chosen.

The sweaters weren't just the most vibrant shades of autumn, they were softer than anything she'd ever experienced.

As she watched Cora, Deidre began to think she'd missed a lot over the past few months despite trying to pay attention to the human world.

Even as a sentient soul, she'd felt fear.

If she had to guess, she'd call the emotion fear.

She wanted to see Gabriel; it was the reason she'd done everything she'd done.

Her thoughts went to the deal she'd made human-Deidre.

As much as she distrusted Wynn, she'd seen the caution in his features, the haunted wisdom of his gaze.

Telling him that she'd mated off human-Deidre to the Dark One would make Gabriel hate her.

She wasn't willing to lose him already, not after all she'd gone through to keep him.

She spent a minute thinking over how she'd seen human-Deidre buy things.

If he found out the extent she'd gone to in order to be here with him?

In his place, she'd kill him.

The features she'd admired when she was Death she now saw as stunning.

He was able to sense her presence once more without knowing she'd been gone from his reach for an entire night.

No matter how many Deidres were shoved into that perfect little body, she'd never have the control over him she once had.

There was something else in her gaze, the knowledge that she'd figured out this Deidre wasn't the same one she was yesterday.

They emerged in the chamber she'd been in before.

Without them, she'd never know for sure.

When the sun was up, she retreated from the French doors, troubled by the lost souls and what she did to make Gabriel's life worse, when she'd hoped to make it better.

I think she thought that if I failed, she'd get him back.