Stood Sentence Examples
He stood and stretched.
Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half-closed as Giddon tossed a saddle blanket over his back and then swung up the saddle.
He stood very still and waited.
Alondra stood by watching, her expression pleased.
She stood frozen, searching for him.
On a banister post stood a tallow candle which guttered in the draft.
He stood and gulped the rest of his coffee.
She stood and lifted her bag.
She stood and wiped her face with her shirt sleeves, still hiccoughing.
He stood and lifted Destiny, putting an ear to her chest.
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They stood before it in silent admiration.
The fog lay unbroken like a sea down below, but higher up at the village of Schlappanitz where Napoleon stood with his marshals around him, it was quite light.
Felipa stood behind him, smiling.
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Denisov, who had come into the room unnoticed by anyone, stood there and wiped his eyes at the sight.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
The man with the star stood for a time quietly thinking over this speech.
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Carmen stood looking after him and then sighed.
Pushing through some sumac that she thought bordered the clearing where the building stood, she squinted up at the sun.
The cab-horse was about to reply when suddenly he gave a start and a neigh of terror and stood trembling like a leaf.
He said to a soldier who stood at the door, "Tell your story again."
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He stood and assisted her with the zipper.
Connie stood up from a chair by the wall.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
Alex stood beside her, watching the nurse as she gave instructions to Carmen on how to nurse the infant.
When the last horse had been gone for a few minutes, he stood.
He stood there, trying to take deep breaths, knowing he'd lost his cool.
Two formidable men stood on either side.
She stood in front of him.
The horse stood still.
He did not hear her soft breathing as she stood over him and watched him finish the wonderful drawing.
Andrew's gray eyes blazed as he stood up straight and proud before the haughty captain.
On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant.
She stood and picked up the blanket.
My wife stood in front of the others as they all waited behind her.
Julie stood nearby, as proud as any mother could be.
She stood over me, giving me little choice though I dreaded the chore.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
The scents of what looked like pizza night taunted her, and she stood peering through the cracked door at the long dinner table.
Kin stood right behind her, way too close for her comfort.
She stood, terrified of what she'd find when she went to the living room.
Darkyn stepped out of the corner where he stood and Deidre grew edgy, fear fluttering through her.
My mother stood next to him.
She stood with a tall, good-looking man with a rounded haircut that might have been stylish somewhere but to Dean looked silly.
She stood on the front porch, puffing on her cigarette as if sucking in a lung full of chemicals might somehow help matters.
For the first time in their history, they stood a real chance of turning a sordid love story into a pure one.
The spot was out of sight from where Dean stood.
Fred stood up and stretched.
There, in the fog of semi-darkness, stood a white-clad figure, smiling down at him.
The two stood staring at the wall, shocked.
When the song ended they stood motionless.
She stood at the doorway, surprised that Jackson was unaware of her presence.
Elisabeth stood, transfixed on the brilliant vista.
As Jackson packed up the basket, Elisabeth stood again admiring the valley.
Sarah stood directly in front of it.
Jackson started a fire, stood staring into it for a few minutes then said, "I'm going up, goodnight kids."
He stood up, bewildered.
Sarah and Connor sat down, but Elisabeth stood at the piano.
She stood motionless for a moment, staring.
Jackson stood close enough to hear the conversation, and as soon as the moron committed to buy a watercolor; he approached Elisabeth, put his arms around her and said, Darling, the caterer needs to see you for a minute.
He watched, but stood too far away to tell if she had the blank stare of someone being influenced.
Jackson stood at the bar lost in thought.
I stood the whole evening.
She stood alone and confused.
The two stood, locked in a deep gaze, fully experiencing what they found in each other's eyes.
Jackson stood up and took her hand.
Jackson stood and held his arm.
Connor and Sarah stood on the landing.
He put the bag on the bed and stood staring at it for a moment.
They stood quietly for a moment.
He stood, scrutinizing Elisabeth's painting, wondering how any of this could be real.
He pushed her away, and stood.
He stared ahead for a while then slowly stood.
After a while he placed it on the floor and stood up.
Elisabeth stood, hugging herself.
He stood in front of a still life, drinking in its beauty.
Elisabeth stood at the piano which did nothing to allay his anxiety.
When she finished, he stood, held her and repeated her words softly, "Promise you'll sing for me often."
After breakfast they went outside and stood staring at the pile pumpkins.
The two stood staring at each other.
They stood embraced for a time.
Samantha stood at 5'10 with caramel colored skin and curly jet-black hair that fell to the middle of her back.
She opened the back door and in bounded a large Borzoi who rushed to Elisabeth and stood on his hind feet, resting his front legs on her shoulders, and then licked her face.
All three stood amazed at the sight before them.
Elisabeth stood up, but Jackson held her arm.
In heels, she stood as tall as Jackson and they made quite a pair.
Elisabeth stood and approached him.
Jackson stood and waved.
Jackson stood and hugged her.
Elisabeth gasped and stood.
Jackson stood and raised his glass.
He entered the dining room where Jackson stood polishing silver and Elisabeth made up floral arrangements.
Sarah stood next to her.
They finished one day before the full moon, and all stood admiring their accomplishment as Elisabeth said, I'm going to do some great work here.
Elisabeth, in wolf form, stood scratching at the door, whimpering.
Sarah and Connor stood above, gawking at her with a mix of terror and awe.
Sometimes I stood between two persons who were conversing and touched their lips.
The tower stood complete in every part.
At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate.
Pierre stood smiling but silent.
Anatole stood erect with staring eyes.
He stood by the balcony door looking at the crowd.
Dulce stood and motioned for Alondra to follow her.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
He stood, and when she looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
Giddon stood, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he frowned down at Lisa.
He stood and whistled softly, his gaze taking in her dress and hair appreciatively.
He stood watching her uncomfortably as she rolled biscuits.
For a long time he simply stood there, and when he finally spoke, his voice was controlled.
He rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers though his hair until it stood on end.
Yet, he stood before her, conceding his shortcomings frankly.
He stood and walked to the edge of the pond.
She stood on her toes and stretched upward to kiss his lips.
He stood and carried his coffee cup to the sink, pouring out the remains.
At least now she knew where they stood.
Elisabeth stood behind the sofa, rubbing Jackson's shoulders and neck.
Connor laughed, stood and kissed Sarah.
He locked the door and stood staring at her through the bars.
Jackson stood, hardly believing his eyes.
Elisabeth licked it, then stood, allowing him to pet the side of her head and ear.
After a while she stood up again, licked Jackson's face, tickling him with her rough tongue, and hopped off the sofa.
Jackson spoke to the vocalist, then stood at the edge of the dance floor and motioned for Elisabeth to join him.
At midnight, Jackson stood at the top of the stairs and whistled loudly, commanding attention.
He stood motionless for a while and when Jackson was about to say, "What are you waiting for?"
Jackson stood dumbstruck; amazed the newborn possessed such control.
He knew where the old North Church stood, but he could not see much in the darkness.
Here the conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.
He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
Finally Carmen picked up Destiny and stood.
She shook her head and stood.
He put the book down and slowly stood.
He slapped the magazine on a freshly polished end table and stood.
She stood in the road after he left, watching until he turned a corner and drove out of sight.
Fritz shot Davis a warning look and abruptly stood, glaring down at Cassie.
The freckles stood out on his pale face.
Fritz tossed the rest of his coffee at the fire and stood.
Bordeaux stood and moved around the fire, careful to keep outside the circle of light.
Pete stood and looked down at Davis, who was silently nursing his coffee.
Cassie rolled over and stood, dusting sand from her clothes.
He stood, his features bathed in red.
He stood and brushed the sand from his clothes and then helped her to her feet.
After what seemed like hours, but probably wasn't more than thirty minutes in the hot sun, Bordeaux stood.
She stood on her toes and searched for Royce.
After she dressed, she stood before the mirror with the flower in her hand.
He gulped the last of his coffee and stood.
He stood and stared down at her.
He pushed his chair back and stood.
A spinning wheel stood in one corner, partially covered by a dusty sheet, and beside it, a mahogany rocker with a cobbler seat.
She stood and glanced around the room again.
She stood, picking up a plate.
About two hundred yards away a lone wolf stood poised for flight, watching them cautiously.
Mary stood by, unusually quiet, but when Cade left she found her voice.
She crossed to the window and stood watching another majestic sunset.
He stood beside her and they both watched mother natures' display in rapt silence.
Cade examined the claw and stood.
He slammed the mug on the table and stood, crossing the distance between them in two long strides.
Claudette stood and smiled down at Cynthia.
Together, they tiptoed across the hardwood floor and stood proudly looking down Zach.
Cade stood, gently tucking Zack into the crook of his arm.
Quinn stood, as if addressing a class of incoming freshmen.
Martha was mixing batter while Quinn stood at the stove, heating a frying pan.
I just stood there for a moment or two, taking it all in.
The lab was neatly cleared and boxes stood from floor to ceiling.
A red brick municipal building stood at the far end of the street ahead of us.
Quinn looked first at his wife and then stood up.
We all looked questioningly to Martha who stood at the open doorway.
As soon as Howie emerged from the basement we all hurried into the living room and stood around, expectantly.
A man stood next to it, peeking through a slit in the vertical slats.
Howie offered little and without seeing his facial reaction, I couldn't tell how he stood.
While Howie stood shyly by the door, she boldly stepped forward and introduced herself.
We stood back to back, holding hands and baby-stepped three hundred and sixty degrees, taking in the breath taking scene in all directions.
She stood there in bathrobe and nightgown, a look of panic on Martha's face.
I stood up but she did as well and grabbed me in a tight hug.
Unnoticed, Betsy stood in the kitchen doorway, a sandwich in her hand, munching away.
I stood in silence.
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.
If I'd taken an instant to do so, I know I'd have pissed my pants where I stood.
I heard another sound as Molly came across the room and stood behind my wife.
It was a warm late afternoon as I stood out on the sidewalk and looked up at the six massive columns towering above another busy and impressive train station.
I stood amidst the familiar instruments, wondering where to begin.
Howie stood on the hospital steps.
He must have stood just out of sight.
She stood across the parking lot, talking to three suited men.
Her heart leapt, and she stood, halfway to him before his sharp look reminded her he wasn't someone she wanted to approach.
He stood near the windows and had in his arms a stack of clothing.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
He nodded and stood.
Two large men stood in front of the door across the hall.
An older, harmless-looking man with white hair and beautiful emerald eyes stood near the door, holding out a phone.
He stood in the center, one phone at his ear while he texted on another.
The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.
He sniffled and stood.
He pushed himself out of bed and stood for a long moment, gazing out the window at the fields of winter wheat glowing in the moonlight.
He stayed his urge to unleash the hand cannons on them all and stood stiffly.
He was surrounded by the half-vamp, half-human creatures of the town and waded through them to where Dusty stood.
When the coldness released her, she stood in the middle of a large conference hall.
While he stood in Dusty's corner, she wasn't convinced he'd chosen a side.
His eyes found Bianca, who stood shivering in the rain, staring towards the fire, as if waiting for Jonny to reappear.
Two figures stood between the two lines in front of a headstone.
Her father stood in the doorway of the house, framed against the light of the foyer.
The butler opened it when she approached, and a maid stood waiting to take her coat.
She flushed and stood.
The vamp crossed the room to Damian and stood.
He stood, weaved on his feet, and started to fall.
Yully stood, tightened her grip, and yanked.
Two more vamps assigned as Jonny's guards stood on either side of the door to his personal chambers.
Intrigued by his words, she obeyed and stood before him.
When she opened them, they stood outside a stone façade of a compound built into the side of a mountain and surrounded by evergreen trees whose branches were heavy with snow.
He stood there, frustrated, as another thought hit him.
Her father stood near her in the center.
Jule looked up at Xander, who stood near the Other, waiting.
He stood next to Dusty and another of Dusty's Guardians.
He stood before the low-burning fire, golden eyes swirling as he thought quickly.
And Sofia, I don't appreciate being stood up.
Furious, Sofia pushed off the bed coverings and stood, teetering dangerously before deciding to sit again.
Disoriented, she stood up again and stumbled to the door.
Her vision blurred with tears, and she stood precariously.
She felt like she stood at the door of a plane fifteen thousand feet in the air getting ready to skydive, only she didn't remember packing a parachute.
He stood before her as he had in the sparring ring, sans any clothing but judo pants.
He stood and shook hands with both of them.
She stood in a dark, cold place, gazing at the hunched form in the corner.
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.
She stood beside Dustin on one side of the entrance while Damian and Claire assumed the other.
She stood before the window, feeling very much like a prisoner in her new world.
They reached a second foyer where the man in the trench stood next to a caramel-colored man covered in blood.
Sofia stood as his hot gaze fell to her, sensing he wanted no stranger near the woman.
Furious, she stood and breezed past him, not surprised when he opted not to ride home with her.
I'm not sure how betraying everything your husband stood for would excuse anything you did.
Damian stood and moved away, emotions roiling.
He stood over her, watching the life fade from her eyes.
He stood and watched it burn, feeling as if a part of him burned with it.
The brunette stood between Traci and Rainy, as if she were trying to broker a peace deal between two warring countries.
Sofia stood helplessly for a long minute.
Sofia glanced at Dustin and stood, concerned.
He stood on the balcony, visible beyond the transparent curtains rustling in the moving haze.
The hair on her arms and neck stood up.
Czerno stood at the other end of the room.
Traci was alone with the man she recognized as Ving, who stood near the doorway.
The man with verdant eyes stood beside him, watching her.
He stood in front of the door, unmoving as she explored her surroundings.
Darian stood obediently, and Damian's throat tightened again to know his brother was at his side.
He stood and swept her into his arms.
She stood in front of the door nervously for a long moment, not certain it would open.
She stood and bent.
Another thought crossed her mind as she stood in Hell's library.
Darkyn stood beside the hearth.
He stood at ease before her, unconcerned with teaching her to kill then exposing himself to death at her hands.
Unable to exit the dream fully, Deidre had no concept of how long they stood before the black flames of the fire.
The Immortal who posed as her only friend and surgeon for years – who also nearly killed her – stood before her.
Deidre approached unbidden and stood before him, wishing she understood him and their bond better.
She stood and paced anxiously, hugging herself.
He stood a few meters away, hands clasped behind his back.
Dean stood up and held her close so she couldn't see his cheering smile.
They stood there, hearts even more accelerated, pounding in unison.
They waited until he climbed up the slope to where they stood.
Another woman, a very tall blond, stood a few paces back, a smile on her face, watching the old man.
She stood up and stretched.
As he began to ramble on about Mrs. Langstrom's cooking, Mrs. Lincoln jumped down and stood on hind legs, stretching up the young man's pant leg.
Cynthia returned, a warm smile on her face as she stood in the doorway.
She stood too near, perfumed and ram-rod straight, fixing him with a level and unfaltering gaze with those arresting eyes.
He stood, in full uniform, waving and tossing candy with abandon.
Jennifer gasped at the sight and stood, hands on the roll bar, and drank in the works of nature's paintbrush.
Lydia Larkin moved into the glow and stood silhouetted before him.
Dean stood up and Fitzgerald noticed him for the first time.
She took his hand to lead him up to the porch where Fred stood.
Dean stood up and turned around.
Hollyhocks remained by the roadside while lilacs stood guard by the door, relics reminiscent of some long-abandoned household, now solely tended by nature.
She stood up and kissed Fred on the forehead.
Fitzgerald growled something about keeping an eye on them, but he stood far enough away from Cynthia to protect his other cheek.
Before she could say a word, Lydia too stood up and looked down on Cynthia, who was ten inches shorter.
Matters of warrants and probable cause escaped his wife's rationale, replaced by her conscience, which stood firmly in charge.
Standing there, a nervous smile on her face, stood Martha Boyd.
She accelerated in a screech, without so much as a glance at Cynthia, who stood at the curb.
Lydia Larkin stood, feet apart, in the classic shooting position, both hands clamped on her smoking gun.
She stood back, astounded.
Deidre delicately wiped her face and stood, stuffed but beyond pleased with her first day as a human.
Gabriel drew a deep breath and stood.
Tymkyn, the best tracker in the underworld, stood behind him, hands clasped and chest heaving.
When no one did, she crossed to the door and opened it, startled by who stood before.
She was able to breathe easier when she stood outside the massive fortress that sat on a clearing the size of two football fields.
She pushed the door closed and stood, shivering, and gazed at the green glow visible even during daylight.
Darkyn stood behind her.
They moved slowly to the bank on which she stood, bumped into the dirt wall and floated to nestle into piles at the bottom.
They stood in silence.
He emerged beside the lake, where two death dealers stood over Cora.
He liked trying to get a rise out of her, and he really did want to know where they stood in her mind and whether or not he had to worry about her running off to make more deals with Darkyn.
Darkyn stepped out of the corner where he stood.
Gabriel stood for a long moment, numb, and then flung a knife into the forest with a roar.
Rhyn and Andre stood near Darkyn between two lines, one of Immortals and the opposite of demons larger than any Gabriel had ever seen.
Wynn stood with a slender teen demoness, half of whose face was knotted with thick scars.
Gabriel stood his ground as the demon strode to him.
He stood and headed for the door, shutting off the light as he left his home office.
A slender lady dressed in an expensive looking dark suit swung out of the car and stood, slowly shutting the door.
Carmen forced her mind from dreamland again and stood Destiny on the floor.
She accepted his warm hand and welcomed the way it slipped around her waist once she stood.
He stood, still frowning.
For a few moments they stood that way.
He tossed the magazine aside and stood.
They stood that way, inches apart, for a few moments.
Alex sobered and stood, brushing his clothes off.
He stood gazing down at her until his expression became sultry.
The red headed man stood in front of her, lust in his eyes and smile.
She sighed and stood.
She knelt in front of him and stood on her knees, lifting her arms to encompass his neck.
He stood there, so handsome and so unattainable, playing with her heart.
She stood stiffly, waiting.
If she hadn't humiliated him that day as they stood before the mirror, maybe this conversation would never have been necessary.
Then he stood and looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
When he reached down and took her hands, she stood.
For a moment she stood before him, waiting for him to take her in his arms again, but he didn't.
She stretched and stood.
She stood on hind legs and sniffed again.
Alex stood in the stirrups, aiming the rifle at the bear.
The bear cried out and stood on its hind legs, bawling at him.
His father stood quietly watching them "I would speak to you before I go," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He stood and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
He stood and walked into the living room.
He walked into the kitchen and stood a moment watching Carmen.
He stood and joined her.
Dr. Wynn stood in the middle of his office.
The air-conditioned hospital corridor gave way to the balmy heat of the Caribbean island on which he stood.
He stood and offered her his hand.
Deidre stood to leave.
Rhyn stood and crossed to the iPad, reading quietly.
She heard a sound from their room again and stood, understanding.
He was unconscious – or dead? – while she stood on a beach near blue-green depths so clear, she could see the white sand at the bottom of the water.
A stunning man with a large smile dressed in white stood a few feet away, his brown hair ruffled by the sea breeze.
She stood and walked to the door, saying nothing more.
They stood in silence for a moment, eyes on the eerie lake.
He ran his tongue over his pointed teeth and stood in the center of her living room, pensive and hungry.
Heart flying, Deidre stood and moved to the end of the bed.
He stood a few feet away, eyes on the blood.
Gabriel stood a short distance away.
Summoning a portal, Gabriel stood and left.
Toby stood beside a plainly pregnant young woman with blue eyes and a tattoo across her neck that resembled the one on Deidre's back in color and otherworldly script.
No one came for the cotton balls, and Deidre stood, putting them in her pocket.
Tall and lean, with eyes as black as Gabriel's, the man who stood too close for her comfort wore normal enough clothing, aside from the knives strapped to his thighs.
Toby stood slowly and moved towards the door.
She crossed her arms, too aware of how close to the bed she stood.
Dressed warmly, she left her room and stood in the brightly lit, spacious hallway, not at all certain how to leave the stronghold.
The light from the water was bright enough to show who stood on the opposite shore, caught in what looked like a lover's embrace.
She stood in the warm silence, senses intoxicated by their bond, his scent and body.
They'd been struggling to beat the demons to the souls, and Gabe stood over the dead demons, furious.
It might be all that stood between the Dark One and the human world.
He stood and stepped back, breathing hard from his swim.
Gabriel stood carefully and pulled her to her feet.
Deidre called a portal and stood before it.
She stood on a covered landing of a fortress made of black stones overlooking a parched desert beneath dual suns too faded to provide anything other than indirect light.
Shaking and terrified, Deidre nonetheless held his gaze as she closed the distance between them, until she stood less than a foot away.
She stood, her bearing regal and her walk smooth, without the cheerful bounce Deidre had in hers.
She stood in the hallway, staring at the door slammed in her face, holding a fistful of papers she didn't know what to do with.
He stood sleepy and frowning, dark hair tousled.
The death dealer stood at the edge of the shadows as he had across from the doctor's office, waiting.
The unease passed quickly as he saw which death dealer stood before him.
Blood soaked her towel, and she stood.
Her move toward the fire was reflected in a small mirror behind the desk in front of which he stood.
Hannah stood aside as she entered the large foyer, lecturing her as they ascended to the second floor.
He stood far enough away that she had to stand and walk a step to reach him.
Her vision cleared to reveal she now stood in a luxurious living room with several people in front of her displaying varying levels of alarm on their faces.
She stood, wobbled, and then went the direction he indicated.
It stood and retrieved small blue pellets from its bed, offering them to her.
He looked concerned and stood again, retrieving something else from his bed.
The cell repaired itself until it stood straight again.
Jade stood near the spit, dark eyes blazing.
She stood for a long moment before striking out after them on foot.
She and the Germans stood in silent awe, too drunk to feel the cold.
She stood and glared at him, wanting to cry, scream, and sleep all at once.
They stood in silence, watching the waves fling the book around before sinking it.
She sat on the river bank across from a series of wide, large steps leading up a hill to the park where the Arch stood, framed against a black sky.
He stood in the gently lit bedroom of his brother, Kiki.
They emerged from the shadow world and stood on a narrow, winding road.
Curiosity drew her to the gate again, where tiny Daniela was animated and angry as she stood between Rhyn and Kris.
Rhyn stood in the same place she'd left him, unchanged in any way.
She stood before him and waited.
She stood for a long time, letting the hot
He led her down a floor to a large gym where a group of men stood in a loose cluster on a mat.
Rhyn pulled himself from his thoughts as he stood.
Katie stood between the assassin and the demon.
Evaluating each other, the three creatures stood in tight silence before Rhyn spoke at last.
She hurried to Rhyn and stood looking up at him.
He stood in front of the glass French doors of the balcony, taking up the whole space with his massive frame and heavy trench coat.
Her mate, Rhyn, stood in heavy boots, running pants, and a tank top.
Rhyn had become like a brother to him, and the idea of killing his mate reopened wounds that hadn.t bled since he stood in this place thousands of years before.
You stood me up this morning.
Her hands shook as she stood there discussing her own death with a creature that resembled the Grim Reaper.
He stood in the hallway smiling, his predatory look assuring her he had no plans of letting his dinner escape him.
He dove into the snow while she stood and waited for Rhyn.
He stood without looking at Katie.
He smelled the ocean and stood on a beach of red sand edged with small
She stood and crossed to the scared creature and took one of his soft hands.
She didn.t hear Kris draw abreast until the man stood at her side, staring at the gorgeous woman approaching.
Too tired to fight her tears anymore, she let them fall and stood shaking on the rooftop.
Mercifully, he said nothing, only stood close to her and stared into the same sky.
He stopped walking and stood close enough for their chests to brush when she breathed in.
Jade emerged from the shadow world into the chamber.s spacious closet and stood silently, listening.
She stood abruptly and crossed to the bathroom, wanting to be alone.
His turquoise eyes stood out against his caramel- colored Oriental features.
Hannah stood close to her, and Katie stared at the door, willing their fire to keep the demons at bay.
Three pairs of eyes went to Rhyn, who stood ready to take on any of them that mentioned leaving the Council.
He tore apart a demon and stood breathless, seeking his next opponent, only to see the body-strewn park was empty of living demons in the early morning light.
She stood out of his way, barely able to care for a child and at a loss as to what to do with a boy on the verge of becoming a teenager.
An hour later, Katie stood in a similar-looking fortress several times the size of the Caribbean Sanctuary.
He stood and paced.
He started to leave, and she stood.
Kris.s gaze darkened, and he stood, pacing to the window.
Katie stood in the back doorway to the castle, hoping Rhyn returned soon.
Jade stood before her, blood spattered across his otherwise clean clothes.
He seemed to have forgotten about her, and Katie stood unsteadily, hoping he.d brought them to the Sanctuary—and safety.
Daniela led them to the men.s wing, where one sweaty, bloodied Immortal was standing outside of Sasha.s room while the other stood guard over Jade, who was hogtied in the middle of the small courtyard around which the men.s wing was situated.
Rhyn stood over him, his hand ready to grab the dagger at his belt and plunge it into the traitor.s neck.
Daniela stood where they left her, frowning fiercely.
Katie stood on her tiptoes and looked up, taking one last look at the blue sky before she held her breath and ducked beneath the water.
He felt as if he stood outside his body, watching the world around him.
They stood aside while my planet was overrun by the Council-sanctioned vagrant Yirkin forces!
Evelyn stood in the dark grey room of the spaceship with its cozy, dim lighting and the soft purr of hidden machines.
He was in their quarters and stood as she entered.
She stood spread-eagle until it shrank to fit her, shuddered at the creepy sensation of life-like silk caressing her skin, and hurried out of the bathroom.
They stood in front of an airy, light tent resembling a silk sheet suspended in midair over a table.
A man and a woman in their prime stood before them, and the light murmuring of the crowd hushed.
She knew before she turned who stood behind her.
He stood a short distance from her, watching her intently.
Ne'Rin stood staring at one screen with interest.
At her entrance, those in the nearest circle with Ne'Rin ceased their activity and bowed, then stood in a line and waited.
Kiera stood aside, not as much out of deference but out of sudden realization that if she didn't, the man was likely to run her over.
She stood, as if to tell him their conversation was over.
He approached and stood a short distance behind her, watching once more.
He stood and moved to take her place, nudging her aside.
It was a single occupant transport ship whose passenger stood several feet from it and looked familiar from a distance.
She stood and paced, and emotions flew across her face.
Two warriors stood hidden in the dark on either side of the doorway.
Several more warriors stood at intersections like gargoyles, moving only to point in the direction she needed to go.
He stood outside a closed door down a short hallway lined with warriors.
The single flower still stood in the fountain, and she crossed to it.
A'Ran stood, furious the timing was early.
She stood before her favorite, an image of A'Ran the way she remembered him from the day they'd first met.
She stood for a long moment in the cramped, silent foyer.
Evelyn stood in the middle of the room.
Kiera stood dumbly, staring at her friend.
Neither spoke to her, only stood quietly while their warriors remained in the hallway behind them.
They stood in silence, comfortable and whole in each other's arms.
Edith stood there, neither following her son, nor making any move to enter further into the room.
Now it stood empty but for a few derelict buildings.
Effie stood in the middle of the room, as if enthralled and after all the smiles and appropriate handshakes, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Donnie stood shyly behind her.
Here we are, in this lovely parlor, just where Annie must have stood, perhaps when Rev. Martin proposed to her!
She turned and hurried up the stairs as Donnie stood by the table, torn between curiosity and following his mother.
When Dean answered it, Edith Shipton stood there, still clad in the white dress, that she now owned.
She stood up and bowed when she discovered eight different digits appeared, the numbers two through nine.
He stood over Claire Quincy, much too closely.
But Dean stood too close to the back of her chair for her to move.
Effie bubbled away to anyone who'd listen while Claire stood looking over the gathering with undisguised disdain.
She was but a few feet beyond where he stood.
When Dean looked up to where Edith Shipton had stood, she had retreated up the stairs.
Cynthia had preceded him and stood outside Gladys Trumbull's door.
The building sat amid a cluster of cottonwoods that had grown there for an old man's lifetime, while a weather-beaten barn stood off to the side, showing its tired age.
The reunited Shipton family stood like a Saturday Evening Post cover.
He hastily dialed Cynthia's mother's number, as Fred stood guard at the slightly opened door.
She stood on the front porch, cigarette in hand, huddled in the corner so as not to be seen by Ryland when he returned Dean guessed.
There, at the top, in tightly bundled robe and, yes, a Mother Goose stocking cap, stood Claire Quincy!
Claire stood there, mouth agape.
The building stood there, gazing down on the quiet town like some magnificent matron, watching over her citizens as she had for a hundred years.
Cynthia stood at the airport curb, her suitcase by her side.
They stood there together, holding each other, with her head against his chest, saying nothing, for what seemed like minutes.
Sarah stood, dumfounded, with a hand touching her cheek.
He stood in front of them and shouted, I mean you no harm.
All the comforts of home, except behind the rich brocade fabric walls stood twenty-four inches of rebar reinforced concrete and the door consisted of eight-inch diameter solid steel bars.
The pantry stood hidden behind a closet near the bar.
There stood a tall bleached blonde who, Jackson guessed to be in her mid-forties, but she appeared younger thanks to cosmetic surgery and Pilates.
The shopkeeper stood astounded, holding the two suits.
Jackson turned his attention to Claudia, who stood motionless.
He turned, looking over the back of the sofa and there she stood in a plush white robe with a towel on her head and yes, she definitely had a waddle to her walk.
He stood a full head taller than Connor, but they probably were close in size across the chest.
Jackson stood at one of the cabinets and asked, "What's your pleasure Ma'am?"
He rolled his eyes, and stood.
Jackson stood and retrieved the piece.
He quietly stood and cupped her face with his hand.
He stood in a forest with a woman, whose face he could not see.
Sarah stood, took his face in her hands, and kissed him on the forehead.
Right in the middle stood a cute little redhead about to make her shot.
Elisabeth slowly stood, leaned into him with her whole body, put her lips to his ear, and nibbled softly on his earlobe.
He stood in the parking lot searching for her and sniffed the air.
Jackson stood in front of the open refrigerator, taking out bags one at a time, tasting, then either putting them back or on the table.
He stood staring at the girl, grief-stricken.
Jackson stood close enough to hear both sides of the conversation.
Jackson stood without saying a word.
Jackson stood watching her, filled with emotion he could not define.
Jackson stood with his glasses and a Cheshire cat grin.
Connor stood in the bedroom doorway.
He stood outside Elisabeth's house for a minute, took a deep breath and rang the bell.
She took the orchid from him, set it on the coffee table, stood back and admired it.
He ordered two, then stood and said, "Let's dance while we're waiting."
When she stood, Jackson held his breath, ready to run.
She stood up in shock.