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.

It stood picturesquely against a timbered background of pines.

They stood before it in silent admiration.

Of course, she had stood up for Allen.

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.

Once it chanced that I stood in the very abutment of a rainbow's arch, which filled the lower stratum of the atmosphere, tinging the grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through colored crystal.

Felipa stood behind him, smiling.

The man who independently plucked the fruits when he was hungry is become a farmer; and he who stood under a tree for shelter, a housekeeper.

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.

The next morning when he stood by the door before leaving for work, she looked him over while he examined a document.

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."

After the death of Gracchus, a conservative government under Sulla withdrew the subsidy, but shortly afterward, in a period of great unrest, restored it, and two hundred thousand persons stood in line.

I quickly learned that each printed word stood for an object, an act, or a quality.

He stood and assisted her with the zipper.

Connie stood up from a chair by the wall.

On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant.

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.

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.

Sometimes I stood between two persons who were conversing and touched their lips.

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.

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 and picked up the blanket.

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.

My wife stood in front of the others as they all waited behind her.

He stood there, trying to take deep breaths, knowing he'd lost his cool.

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.

Two formidable men stood on either side.

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.

She stood in front of him.

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 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.

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.

He knew where the old North Church stood, but he could not see much in the darkness.

The tower stood complete in every part.

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.

He stood by the balcony door looking at the crowd.

Finally Carmen picked up Destiny and stood.

She shook her head and stood.

Carmen uncrossed her legs 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.