The-man Sentence Examples

I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.

He thought it would be fun for the man to tell the woman.

Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.

Was the man capable of thinking of someone other than himself?

Alex was ten times the man Señor Medena would ever be.

Carmen turned and tipped her head back to look at the face of the man who towered over her.

He respected the man who raised me, even when I rejected my natural father.

Not like I wanted to take him away from the man who had been a Dad to him.

That ridge was the only thing that had kept her from plunging over the edge... that and the man who was now glaring at her.

When the spasms passed, she turned to the man she had nearly killed... the man who had helped give her that second chance.

Feeling dizzy, she stepped back and turned to the man hesitantly.

Actually, she knew very little about the man with whom she had promised to spend the summer.

Lisa stared after him; unsure which was more intriguing, the man or the path.

It looked like the envelope the man in the black car had given him.

She glanced around the room again and did a double take when she saw the man in a dark brown suit.

Was it her imagination, or was it the man who drove the black car?

Yancey noticed the movement and followed her gaze to the man.

As they blended in with the rest of the dancers, she glanced back at the table where the man sat.

It was Yancey standing outside that shop, and with him were the man from the building and Allen.

Yancey strode across the room and opened the door, allowing the man in a black suit to enter.

She heard him talking to his mother and she heard his conversation with the man in the black car.

Yancey was his pseudonym, and the man she had grown to love.

Even at a distance it was obvious that the man was much taller and he rode with a proud kind of grace that her father never possessed.

Since his back was to the danger, he was unaware when the man gunned the engine and started to drive towards him.

Sometimes that temptation can be stronger than the man - or woman.

This was the man she loved, and they were engaged.

What a wicked thought to have about the man who had risked his life to protect her - not once, but a number of times in the last few days - and with so little to gain.

Well, Bordeaux was just the man to help her forget it - if he'd only dedicate his attentions to Darcie.

I was simply stating that I agree with the man.

But it didn't fit the man she had come to know, and she wasn't about to believe it simply because he hadn't made a pass at her yet.

Cade was the man of her dreams, but was Mary the woman of his?

While he exuded honesty and sincerity, we barely knew the man.

Martha was angry, certainly at the perpetrator but also at the Warwick police for not summarily arresting the man and rescuing the boy.

Howie obtained a full description of the man and his vehicle and the license plate number.

His name is Merrill Cooms, Brennan stated, sounding as if I should know the man.

Nothing was learned from the brief visit that contradicted what the man had said to me.

But sorry, they were as in the dark as the man on the street as to source or circumstance.

He provided details on the hotel, time and room number where the man allegedly stayed.

The girl remained unconscious as the man drove away.

I really don't know any more than the man on the street.

Quick witted Betsy laughed, and told the man who was a frequent visitor, that it looked like a childhood picture of Howie in a Halloween costume.

He saw the man ride away on a bicycle!

What day did the man pick up the entries?

I was afraid he'd bite the man and I'd get in big trouble.

It scared the man.

Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.

You didn't tell the detective what you suspected about the man who tried to kill you?

How did the man you were discussing before dinner get caught, do you know?

I think the man who did it may have taken my wife and a young girl.

The small group moved more hurriedly now and the man said something to Betsy and shoved her forward toward an emergency exit.

Something about the man made her feel safe, and the warm electricity in her body made her sleepy.

As handsome as he was, her eyes were compelled to the man beside him.

Her beauty was cool and classic, like that of the man before her.

She turned to face him, surprised to find the man who'd almost killed her earlier.

Bianca asked, surprised the man had feelings.

Bianca jumped at the voice and peered out of the kitchen at the man named Darian.

Sensing similar distress in the man before her, she sat down.

He had no control of his own powers, and he'd not yet been tested in a confrontation with the man who enslaved him.

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.

Bianca cried, seeing the man as well.

She'd hoped not to lose the man she loved as well.

After a childhood filled with foster homes, she feared getting too comfortable, even in the home of the man who adopted her twelve years ago, when she was ten.

He'd claimed someone would try to kill her, and the man they sought was here.

This had to be the man her father warned her about!

The conversation between her father and the man who should've killed her rattled around in her thoughts as she returned to the door.

Her father said the man came to kill her, yet she was still alive.

Her father had disappeared into thin air with the body of the man he called Jule.

At last, she forced herself to lie down and tried not to think of the man named Jule, whose soul still lingered.

She still felt the man named Jule, and he was here.

She willed herself not to think of the man named Jule trapped somewhere in the house.

She placed the medallion around her neck and admired it in the mirror, vowing not to think of the man whose presence plagued her.

Yully cracked the door open, suspecting the man named Jule was there even before she flipped on the lights.

She'd sensed more danger from her father than from the man before her.

If the man didn't freeze down there, he'd die at the hands of her father and his strange delusion that this man wanted her dead.

As she crept up the stairs of the wine cellar to the kitchen, she couldn't help feeling troubled at leaving the man in the basement.

Jule sensed a great deal of turmoil behind his calm features and pitied the man.

He wasn't to that point yet, and he had to figure out just how to protect the woman from the man she considered her own father.

Damian wondered what the hell Sofi had figured out that would send the man before him into the teenage-like fit.

Yully kept her gaze on the man Jule battled until his back was to her.

Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword drop to his knees and slowly stand.

The small car fishtailed around a curve, but she kept up the pace until she no longer saw the man in her rearview mirror.

She started to drive home then thought of the man she and Jule both tried to kill.

I lost it when I was running from the man with the sword.

Damian disappeared, followed by the man named Jonny and the woman with him.

Whatever had happened, the man before her was hurting still, like she did when her father hit her.

Now there was life and light in his eyes, even if he wasn't quite the man Jule remembered.

But there was another reason she dared not leave her father, one she feared voicing even to the man before her.

She felt the sense of being centered for the first time in her life and knew it was because of the man before her.

She looked down, both thrilled by the idea of an eternity with the man who made her feel whole and horrified at what her father told her.

I'm okay with you running him over, the man with the cool blue eyes said.

And this … thing—" Damian indicated the man with red eyes "—is Charles.

She took a step back, uncertain what the man was but aware her instincts were at a scream.

Her vision cleared, and she looked into the face of the man from her vision, though he was much younger standing before her.

As the man took her arm to help her stand, his haggard face appeared in yet another vision.

He saw the man who had called him pacing as Laney had indicated.

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

Sofia was afraid to ask where she was, who the man was before her.

Here she sat, covered in blood, drugged, one day from being all out crazy, then kidnapped—and the sight of the man before her turned her on.

She collapsed onto her bed and sobbed, the man in the corner sobbing with her.

He dialed and spoke in a different language to the man on the other end.

She turned, startled to find the man in front her of the same make and mold as Damian's men.

The man in the executioner's hood left while Jilian, the man with midnight hair and eyes, approached.

She blinked, shocked when he walked through the man with the green eyes as if he weren't there.

Han was as big as the man before her, and if he feared him … Damian's gaze swept over her.

He reached for her, but his scarred hand passed through hers, as if all that remained of him was a ghost of the man he'd been.

Unable to be alone with the man in her head, she went to her library.

I know, Darian! she replied, hoping the man in her head didn't distract her.

Her eyes slid to Dustin as she tried to reconcile the executioner with the man who liked presents.

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

He saw the woman come into focus, and the man with mossy eyes released him.

She lowered her gaze at the heated look from the man who drove her crazy every other minute of her day.

Dustin escorted the man into the mansion, and Pierre wrapped an arm around her as she sagged.

It was dark, cold, and the shots hit the man with lopsided shoulders, dropping him dead to the ground.

The words were too painful, and by the predatory stillness of the man across from her, she was terrified of what he'd do if she said it again.

He wondered if the man was his soul, weeping for his brother.

She wanted him, the man behind the titles and the power.

They reached a second foyer where the man in the trench stood next to a caramel-colored man covered in blood.

Sit your ass down, Linda said, planting her small form between them and physically pushing the man who towered over her.

There was a pause before the man on the other end answered.

If you're half the man everyone tells me you are, you'll send Han some flowers.

You threw me out with nowhere to go after the man who was meant to be my husband was killed.

She stopped a safe distance from him, unable to reconcile the man on the phone with the man before her.

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

Traci was alone with the man she recognized as Ving, who stood near the doorway.

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.

She strained against the man again.

She lay still, the man in the corner so silent she had to look several times to make sure he was still there.

Panic and tears soon drained her of energy, and she stared listlessly at the bloodied ceiling until the man in the corner stirred.

She saw Damian watch the new king get his tattoo as a rite of passage, saw it again as Claire made love to the man meant to be her husband, saw it in Isac's vision as he hacked the tattooed man apart.

Something about Damian, the man who made kiri cry.

His gaze fell to the silvery ring the man before him wore.

He made his way through the crowded halls, grunting under the weight of the man.

Sofia darted off the table, staring at him as he entered, trailed by Two and the man with green eyes.

She felt his fear and squeezed her eyes closed, the man in her arms colliding with the man hiding in the corner of her mind.

He stared into Darian's gold eyes, seeking some sign of the man he'd known.

Will he ever be close to the man I knew?

How sick was the man who kept his former enemy as a slave?

Her gaze was riveted to the man before her.

She wasn't able to reconcile the creature that turned her Immortal with the man before her.

I wanted to see what you would do when confronted with the man you thought you were going to return to, he replied.

Nobody knows where the man is and even if he's been in there a long, long time, someone must care about him, or at least maybe did back then, when it happened.

There must be some record of the man.

It was the man he'd seen talking to Ginger Dawkins at the Farmer's Market on Sunday.

Dean recognized the man but didn't know his name.

While Dean had been at odds with the man since their first confrontation last January, it was Fitzgerald's venomous comments at the debate that led Dean to now believe him capable of almost anything.

He doesn't seem to be the man we suspected.

And he loved Billy, perhaps enough to kill the man he thought caused Billy's death.

A small pulse of power, and the man dropped.

But she couldn't help feeling as if she'd never truly known the man she loved until someone else told her what she missed.

Alex eyed the man suspiciously as he said goodbye and walked away.

Could Lori have sent the man?

Before she recovered from the shock, the man knocked the phone from her hand and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him.

She dodged and rolled as the man reached for her again.

Whether he was trying to escape or attack Alex was unclear, but Alex reached the door at the same time the man did.

Do you know who the man was?

Why was the man at the house?

If she hadn't screamed, maybe the man would have taken what he wanted and left.

No one wanted to go back to the house until the man was apprehended.

And the man stabbed Alex with a knife.

It didn't matter who called them as long as the man was put where he could do no more harm.

How much more did the man know about her routine?

She never mentioned Lori or the man who had stabbed him – or anything else unpleasant.

That was when she saw the man.

Maybe the man was driving Lori's car.

They caught the man running through the buffalo pasture, with Brutus barking and nipping at his heels.

Apparently the man had never entered the house and no damage was done.

Alex might be alive in body, but he was no longer the man she had married.

The only reason she could think of was that the man didn't want anyone to suspect him.

And yet, the man who stabbed him was behind bars, and the person who hired him had confessed.

Is there some way to restrict the man from seeing Alex unless I'm here?

The next time the man came to visit, they were supposed to tell him he couldn't see Alex unless Carmen was there.

Maybe the man in the picture wasn't his father.

But how would the man know Alex was in the hospital?

The next morning she came in earlier, hoping to catch the man before he left.

Carmen smiled at the man.

Of course, since Lori had hired the man who stabbed him, it might not be a good idea.

In the time that he had been home, he never asked about the man who stabbed him, nor the situation with Lori.

By day he was the man she married – less a voice.

Alex, staring at his bloody hands after the man ran out the door.

Did the man stab the wrong person?

He could forgive her for what the man did – that was his doing, but not for what Lori intended to do to Carmen.

Her eyes went to the chiseled features of the man sitting near her.

Gabe's step slowed as he neared the man dressed in a white shirt held closed by two buttons and cream linen pants rolled to his knees, as if he'd been walking in the ocean.

This was where she'd met him, the man who rocked her world.

She was going to break down any second, but the effort the man before her put into preparing himself held her horrified attention.

There's an eighty two percent chance he'll kill you, if you're not behind those walls, the man replied.

She closed her eyes, at ease in the arms of the man who scared her any other time.

If he was half the man they believed him to be – and if she was half as bad as these two related to her – he'd resent her for the rest of their lives.

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.

He was gentle, the man who made love to a woman he thought was dying.

Unfortunately, the man didn't know who his handler was.

He tipped his head towards the man he'd brought with him.

She was trying hard to push away the gathering emotions that told her Wynn was not the man she wanted, needed him to be.

I didn't realize things were bad enough between you and me that you'd trust the man who hurt you over someone trying to help you.

She reminded herself that the man named Darkyn promised to help for free, whichever way she decided to go.

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.

Katie instinctively believed her and twisted, staring with Toby at the man in black who watched them drive away.

She groped for the nearest light and flipped it on, unsettled by the man even in the warm lamplight.

She thought the man before her old because of his silver until her vision cleared and she saw his face.

They gazed at each other for a long moment, her shock and exhaustion too deep to fear the man who radiated power and control, even in a simple T-shirt.

He studied the DNA molecule to see if the child was related to the man.

She didn't know what they --or he --wanted, but if the man before her was worried, she should be terrified.

Across the street, she imagined the man with the rockets taking careful aim at her.

She turned as the man called Sasha lifted one of her curls from her shoulder.

She followed the man at a distance, slowly confirming she was somewhere on her planet.

It was hard to reconcile the man before her with the creature that tore apart bodies like meat in a blender.

She didn't know if she could trust him, or Kris, or anyone yet, but she could at least know the man beneath her was probably the only man she was safe from.

All but the man with Kris's eyes and oriental beauty were sweating and bloodied in at least one spot.

Giovanni pitied Katie, and yet, Rhyn suspected he knew more about the woman than either the man before him or Hannah.

She didn.t hear Kris draw abreast until the man stood at her side, staring at the gorgeous woman approaching.

Who was the man who greeted us?

That didn.t stop her from being angry at the man who would dump her sister off to deal with the hell she.d gone through.

She barely knew the man at her back, but she.d felt his absence even during the few hours in the day they weren.t together.

He whirled to face the man of whom he thought.

It was expected from Evelyn but not from the man himself.

If they came from someone other than the man who'd supported his father and grandfather, he'd disregard the warning and have the messenger killed.

Uncertainly, she remained where she was and gazed at the man and woman before her.

She held the hand of the man before her, walking on a dead planet of nothing but rocky hills, dried streams, and cracked earth.

Her gaze fell to the bound hands of the man who'd caught her.

She tried not to stare at the man staring at her.

It was Romas-- the man responsible for dragging her across the universe-- who rescued her.

She would gladly put up with the man if he rescued her!

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.

Romas had decreed that the man Kiera chose would have to have her agreement to be mated.

She wasn't surprised to see the man in the thick robes move to the cooler shade of the house.

There were many things she suddenly wanted to know about the man she was stuck with.

A'Ran wasn't as controlling as Romas, from what she knew of him, and she couldn't help feeling as drawn to the picture in front of her as she was to the man himself.

But to know even his most trusted advisor had lost faith in him enough to consort with the man who slaughtered his parents … "We'll talk later," he said, disturbed.

Unwilling to appease the man she didn't like, she made no effort to match his pace.

Before she could move, Kiera's arm was caught by the man beside her.

Kiera debated how he could have worse news, curious about the man and the war.

She wouldn't, not if he couldn't become the man on the leaf.

Caught between consciousness and darkness, she hung limply for a long time, until the man holding her flung her onto a hard floor.

You want to meet the man who rescued you?

She didn't like to think of how violent the man in control of a world always at war could be.

Her words died on her lips as she took in the deep worry lines and gaunt features of the man before her.

You can ask the court for an order of restraint against your husband and stop him from coming anywhere near you if you're in fear of the man.

I wonder if the man she's talking to is her creep of a husband.

The next opportunity proved to be the same jeep road cut off where they'd first seen Edith speaking with the man in the second car, which was now nowhere in sight.

If the man was her husband, she didn't seem in fear of him up on the mountain when I saw them talking.

Hell, the man changed his history like he changed his shorts.

But, he decided, he had no reason to distrust the man.

He offered an exchange for a later getaway weekend at Bird Song for the man and his wife.

Miss M was much nettled when I told her I'd no longer dance to her music and I saw her talking about me to the man who owns this dreadful place.

After a lengthy pause, the man asked.

I think the boy is frightened of the man.

He caught up with Shipton on the sidewalk where the man was holding a handkerchief to the side of his head while loading gear to his vehicle and chuckling to himself.

Just then, the man waved the cop away and began moving toward the pair, but not before giving a nod to second man Dean hadn't noticed.

He could feel himself getting redder as the man spoke, but for once, he held his temper.

I hated the man.

He hadn't set eyes on the man since he'd decked him in front of his inn and that was fine in his book.

Dean knotted his rope with trembling hands as he looked down on the man nearly directly under him.

Dean, absent any tools for pulling himself upward was limited to using the rope, hand over hand, impossibly slow compared to the man now pursuing him.

Shipton's ax bit the ice scarcely a foot below Dean as the man glared up at him, a snarl on his face.

Cynthia asked, her deep hatred of the man bubbling to the surface.

Without standing, the man spoke, pointing a long nailed finger.

Her entire thought train derailed as she gaped at the man beside Katie.

He was quite the man with flowery statements, but did they mean anything?

I'm old fashioned enough to believe it should be the man - as long as he's the most qualified.

And the man I marry will have to qualify.

She could follow her heart and marry the man she loved, but she would never be completely satisfied.

I don't know if a man can understand this, but I want to hold a baby in my arms and know it's a part of me and the man I love.

You want the man to wear the pants, but you're determined to do everything yourself.

He was the man she had always dreamed of, even though she had not met him yet.

Major Brady Hanson held out a hand to the man dressed in the PMF's gray uniform beside him.

Elise lowered her laser as Lana blocked her shot and approached the man named Arnie.

He turned away and spoke in his broken voice to the man called Dan.

While the night's events were still a bit hazy, her memory was clear enough to feel gratitude towards the man crouched beside her.

Suddenly, the man slumped and released her hands.

In the paramilitary organization that relied on secrecy and loyalty to survive, the soldiers followed the man they trusted most.

She couldn't reconcile the cold-blooded killer who executed a man in front of her with the man concerned over her wrist.

She imagined he looked much like the man before her, thick and strong.

The idea that the man who'd become her friend looked like this made her feel warm from the inside out.

She didn't see the man in the bed move until she felt his hands.

Maybe the man she thought was her Guardian really was dead, replaced by Brady, the man he truly was.

She froze, willing the man not to look left, or he'd see her.

Brady raised his gun instead, aiming it at the man holding her.

He was too hard to offer the type of empathy she wanted, but he was the man who'd been with her since the beginning of the end.

She didn't want to think about losing the man who made her feel something so strong for the first time in her life.

The sub bumped against a dock, and the door opened to reveal the man he assumed was Jim, dressed in his workout clothing with mussed hair.

Then the man asked, "What systems?"

I'll let you live if you give it to me, the man in gray responded.

She opened her eyes slowly, surprised to see she'd hit the man square in the back of the head.

He didn't feel up to the task, not when failure meant breaking the man he viewed as his brother.

Yes. And the man in black who used to visit you.

As the man turned from his room, a young man emerged from the main entrance several yards away and stepped outside.

He hurried to his rusty Ford and by the time he pulled out on Ocean View Avenue, the man was out of sight and out of mind.

On the far side of the roadway, the man walked the short distance to the pathway that led to the beach.

By the time the man had finished, his night vision was better and he could make out the tiny necklace of lights in the distance, the Chesapeake Bridge-Tunnel that ran 17 miles to the Eastern shore.

Dean walked up to the open driver's side window, startling the man behind the wheel, mid-bite in his hamburger.

It took a few moments before the man focused, looked down at it and sighed.

What the man lacked in tact and diplomacy, he made up for in eloquence.

Mostly he was the man I knew but in some ways, he seemed like a stranger, especially at work.

Norfolk had all but ceased trying to locate the ex-World Wide employee, but Dean still considered him a missing piece in the puzzle and wanted to talk to the man.

This convinced Fred the man was Byrne but Dean gave the item little merit.

Dean could feel the man begin to remove his wallet.

Grabbing his wobbly, stumbling partner, the man made a dash for the curb, nearly knocking down Fred O'Connor, who was only steps from the bar.

I don't know what Arthur Atherton is up to but he has no more evidence your husband is alive than the man in the moon.

The kid offered him money for the regis­tration but the man said that was Corbin's bad luck and wouldn't take it.

The more he considered the devastation this would wreak on this woman he cared for, the more apprehension he felt about finding the man.

Before Gibbons was out of sight, Dean slumped to the ground, with a look on his face that mirrored both of their disappointment that the man they were pursuing was now aware the two-man posse was closing in.

Someone pitched a jacket to the man who carefully placed it behind Dean's head.

He'd become obsessed with finding the man.

She wants the man to make all the decisions.

No matter what he did, the man will swear she led him on.

It was one thing to stand firm on the issue of casual sex, but this was the man she would be married to in less than two weeks.

It makes more sense for the man to buy his tuxedo.

That was the man she had been neglecting lately to spend time with the twins.

Josh believed, as she did, that the man should be the ultimate decision-maker.

Part of the reason he'd mated with her so quickly was to get her away from the man she claimed beat her.

She looked at the man who had been her mate, at Isac, then at the third man with them, her father.

Not including the man Damian called Watcher, the man called Jule was the only one of the group older than her, and he'd be lucky to survive the day.

She studied him closely, as if looking for signs of the man he'd been the last time she saw him.

No, he definitely wasn't the man she'd left in Texas.

Now this, a fate where she knew something was going to happen to the man she loved.

She focused them on Darian, the man she tried to protect by convincing him she felt nothing for him.

Darian felt the magic of the world bombard him, both welcoming home the man that had been its king and trying to figure out what he now was.

This coming from the man who drops into secret meetings of Others?

Standing in the kitchen with the man meant to be her mate, she couldn't help feeling a small kernel of longing deep inside her.