Wanted Sentence Examples
Helen wanted me to tell her about it.
You wanted the horse ranch?
I guess she just wanted to say goodbye.
Alex wanted the safari.
My imagination carried me so far that I even had the refusal of several farms--the refusal was all I wanted--but I never got my fingers burned by actual possession.
She wanted to cry.
I only wanted to know your opinion, and Anna Pavlovna let Pierre go.
She felt that he wanted to say something to her but could not bring himself to do so.
One side of her wanted to press on until she got some answers.
I just wanted to ask you a question.
AdvertisementAt the moment, all she wanted was to be snuggled close.
Whatever it was, she wanted to know.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
Of course - and he wanted to be there as much as she did.
Alex might have convinced himself that he wanted a simpler lifestyle.
AdvertisementShe and the countess and Sonya were standing by themselves as in the depths of a forest amid that crowd of strangers, with no one interested in them and not wanted by anyone.
He always wanted to be a veterinarian.
If his tone was any indication, he wanted more.
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
He knew exactly what he wanted and I told him we would buy it for him.
AdvertisementShe wanted to hit him.
Dad would have given her anything she wanted.
If you have everything you have ever wanted, you have less to gain and more to lose by invading your neighbor.
Later Helen came to my room, looking very sad, and wanted to kiss me.
She wanted to know who made fire under the ground, and if it was like the fire in stoves, and if it burned the roots of plants and trees.
AdvertisementShe found the word "brown" in her primer and wanted to know its meaning.
We both wanted a baby.
She wanted me to tell him - and you.
Carmen thought she wanted him to make the decisions, but she wanted to be involved with the process.
You might as well know right now that I wanted to buy your ranch so I could use the creek.
I've always wanted to go to Europe.
Only one thing, no more women are wanted in my house--let him marry and live by himself.
Most girls wanted to be a princess at some point in their youth, though she couldn't specifically remember that wish.
Probably because he didn't know how to handle the situation - and Alex always wanted to be in control.
Yes... I just wanted to let you know that the twins were born this morning.
Did he say what he wanted?
How come them soldiers wanted you with them?
If that was the way he wanted it that was the way he would get it.
I know, and I guess I was deliberately a little evasive because I wanted you to learn to trust me.
Count Rostov's mouth watered with pleasure and he nudged Pierre, but Pierre wanted to speak himself.
Maybe he wanted to look at the house too.
Alex and Jonathan wanted to help decorate, but there were some basic things that could be done.
I'm not all that secretive, but you were the one who kept telling me that if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you.
He hesitantly announced to Carmen one evening that he wanted to learn to play a guitar.
Not like I wanted to take him away from the man who had been a Dad to him.
If they wanted what he and Carmen had, why didn't they go out and find it?
Connie packed and left that evening after work, still expressing her concern and insisting that Lisa call her if she wanted to talk.
On the other hand, if he wanted to harm her, he might snatch the stick from her and use it as a weapon against her.
Nothing she wanted to confess.
This is the way he wanted it.
If he wanted to discuss her father, it was going to be a one-sided conversation.
She wanted to ask him to slow down, but she was already holding him back.
No wonder the cavalry wanted you bad enough to pay you twice what they thought Pete might pay.
She wanted to tell him how much he was like her father.
She wanted to hate Bordeaux for what he had done, but like a shameless hussy, she still longed to hear his voice - feel his touch.
Bordeaux had found what he wanted and claimed his prize.
I told Bordeaux if he wanted to buy it, he'd have to talk to you.
I know she wanted him to come back.
He said she deserved the rest and he wanted her to keep in touch with her friends.
People always wanted what seemed unobtainable.
By the end of the second day, she had adapted to the guests and felt completely at ease - a state that Claudette apparently wanted to shatter.
The last thing she wanted was a reluctant husband.
I rationalized myself right into his bed – right where I wanted to go.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions.
Commander of the third company wanted by the general!... commander to the general... third company to the commander.
Her father objected to this because he wanted a more distinguished and wealthier match for Andrew.
She wanted nothing more.
He wanted to see me, and I was standing close by, outside the door.
You know, love, I wanted to tell you...
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
I can imagine why she wanted you to tell me.
Right now all he wanted to do was get it over with.
He had volunteered his help, and now he was going make his offer good... whether he wanted to or not.
I just wanted to ask him something.
You wanted nice things, so you substituted your family for a conscience.
Adrienne felt the rage tearing at her lungs, plucking at her nerves until she wanted to twist Julie's neck off.
Sure, they had spent more time wandering on the ranch, but that was only because Brandon wanted to get her alone.
It was plain that Cade was content with things the way they were, but she wanted more.
I wanted it to be your Alder's Bridge too.
I wanted to stop and see it for myself.
While Martha was as upset as Betsy and I, she wanted no part in resolving the matter.
Naw. I just wanted to know how much I left on the table.
I wanted to say the entire French Foreign hiding in the other room but before I could speak, we both could barely hear a voice.
Her evolving power told her more than she wanted to know, even before she faced him.
He wanted to lose himself in her warmth and liveliness on his last night.
He wanted Bianca back.
He wanted Darian dead.
She wanted to scream, cry, or flee.
I wanted to welcome you.
She wanted him, God did she want him!
She wanted to win, so she could return to Gabriel.
I wanted a bird to remind you of Bird Song, and that you're gonna fly back here real soon.
It got me thinking that if someone wanted the place, there must be a reason.
I wanted to get all our cards out on the table, so to speak.
She wanted to see Gabriel; it was the reason she'd done everything she'd done.
She followed her nose until she found the one she wanted.
She never wanted him to suffer.
All I wanted was a chance with you.
But then, it was Josh who wanted a baby, not Lori.
His lips twitched as if he wanted to smile.
He pulled her into his arms and instantly she knew what he wanted.
I wanted you to touch me.
I wanted you to hold me, but I was afraid.
He was the one who wanted her to communicate this way.
You wanted all kinds of North American wildlife on your safari.
I moved up here from Houston because what I wanted was here.
She encouraged him as a veterinarian or anything else he wanted to do.
She wasn't the kind who sat around waiting to die, not when she wanted so badly to enjoy every day until she was no longer able to.
I've always wanted to stay in a beach house.
She wanted to wake up with his scent ingrained in her skin.
Well, let him think what he wanted.
Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?
Alex knew very well what he wanted.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
I wish that was all she wanted.
Lisa watched the two of them, sensing that there was something neither of them wanted to mention.
On the other hand, who wanted the odors of animals drifting through their house all the time?
What was down that path that no one wanted to talk about, and why did Giddon insist that his houseguest should not wander around alone?
But then, there was the package, and the money he wanted back.
For a moment she wanted to retract the part about being entertainment, but when he spoke she realized it might have been exactly what she needed to say.
Didn't he know that the more he didn't want her to see it, the more she wanted to see what it was?
I don't know what he wanted, but he certainly put you in a reflective mood.
It wasn't something she wanted to talk about.
No. I only wanted to pick up a few pictures and pay some bills.
Because he wanted to make me look bad in your eyes.
Her hands were shaking and her knees wanted to buckle.
No, a restraining order wouldn't stop him from finding me if he wanted to, and it might just make him mad enough to do something worse.
The only difference was that she wanted Yancey to kiss her, not Howard.
It wasn't a relationship she had planned or wanted – until now.
Now she wanted it more than life itself.
If he wanted to hurt me, he could follow me in my car.
Right now all he wanted out of her was absence.
They wanted her out of the way, or at least silent.
He wanted you to get rid of me.
I would never stop you from going to college or doing anything else you wanted to do.
I can see why you wanted to keep this a secret.
If I wanted someone to organize my life, I would have stayed back in Muskogee with my parents instead of moving here.
I made the mistake of telling her that parents of two of the girls wanted me here to protect them from thieves and murderers.
They wanted to stay at the party.
How could she blame him if he wanted to call the marriage off?
Nobody wanted this to happen, but don't let his death be a complete loss.
If he wanted the relationship to end, she wasn't going to cling to him shamelessly.
If you had left when Brandon wanted you to, you still couldn't have done anything.
I wanted to stay, but I thought you wanted to be alone with your mother.
She wanted to ask him how long he would stay at the ranch, but she couldn't think of a way to word the question that didn't sound insensitive.
Brandon must have wanted something different as well.
Last time we talked, you sounded like you never wanted to see me again.
I love that ranch and I wanted to stay there.
She could wear men's clothes and crack that whip all she wanted, but she was still a woman at heart - and he knew it.
Let them all think what they wanted.
All he wanted was the ranch.
She wanted to talk to Bordeaux about it, but they were moving so fast that conversation was impossible.
The last thing she wanted was rivalry among the men.
So he still wanted to marry her.
She wanted to run but her feet wouldn't move.
She wanted to scream at him, but her vocal cords were paralyzed.
I thought I wanted to stay that way.
She wanted a permanent relationship with him - marriage.
She had always wanted children, although this wasn't the way she had intended to start a family.
Much as she wanted the baby, she felt adoption was the best choice.
She wanted the best for it - better than what she had.
I wanted you to say something - anything.
Instead, you acted like you wanted to forget the whole thing.
If you wanted to marry me, why did you tell me you only wanted to spend a few nights with me?
You said marriage was for people who wanted to spend a lifetime together, not a few nights.
I wanted you to tell me that wasn't your sole reason for wanting to get married.
I wanted a wife and children, but I didn't want to risk losing them because of the ranch.
I thought she would have wanted him to wear them.
I think she just wanted to get him off her back.
I could tell Quinn wanted to change the subject.
I'm sure he meant well, but his lecture wasn't what Howie, and to a lesser extent Betsy, wanted to hear.
When my aunt practically insisted he visit me, I was scared to death wondering what he knew or why he wanted to come.
Howie wanted to wait until we were all together.
I knew he desperately wanted to pursue Howie's never-before-encountered ability as far as it would go.
Betsy was awake when I returned home and wanted to know what delayed me.
I wanted to be sure he was at home and hopefully alone.
I knew what I was about to say was far more than I wanted to offer.
There was a lion in the linen closet and no one wanted to reach for the towel.
This Cooms guy said he'd fix us up any place we wanted, didn't he?
We wanted a firm economy, reasonable real estate costs, and a good school system.
There was no question he wanted to nail Mr. Jude Bryce.
Howie simply wanted to see who was in the assigned hotel room sometime during the weekend.
I just wanted to see a bit of your city before I drive to your car.
The director wanted me to help as much as I could but if someone was getting too close, I was to drop it.
While I wanted to wake Betsy and explain the situation I felt following Julie's directive might free her to be more forthcoming.
She harbored suspicions as a result of Howie's dreams and wanted to know if they were true.
I've wanted desperately to talk to you!
You've wanted this all your life; admit it.
I woke him up but he listened intently while I explained what I wanted he and Howie to do.
You're the third person who wanted them.
I couldn't sit still in the office alone and I frankly I wanted the company of my wife.
We turned the phone over to Molly who wanted to offer her condolences to Howie.
I wanted to ask questions but a medic stuck a needle in my arm.
Anyone you know who wanted to kill him?
Yes, I thought, there were scores of people who wanted to murder Howie.
He wanted to know if there was anyone else in the house.
Quinn is gone and we couldn't do anything more if we wanted to.
Because it's your life, Howie, I wanted to say but didn't.
The guy driving is wanted nationwide for a number of murders!
She wanted to explain herself more thoroughly but I shushed her and continued with business.
It would be the first time in an airplane for her and she wanted details of what to expect.
I felt compelled to follow but I wanted to hear more.
Howie was patient but I wanted some time to talk to my wife in privacy.
I wanted to add, instead of just you, but I didn't.
They're okay with your statements but they wanted to talk to your other pals, the LeBlancs.
I wanted to shout something like Dracula is out of his casket and has a thirst for my wife's A-negative blood, but I bit my tongue and begged that this was truly an emergency.
I wanted to remind this troubled soul of the good he'd wrought but thoughts of Betsy prevented my saying the words.
I knew he wanted to remain close to Julie so I said nothing further about trying to go back.
I was sure he wanted to know about the tipster and when he asked me outright if it was I, I knew I was correct.
Try as I might, I couldn't fix the time or the location anywhere close to the present where we wanted to be.
The detective seemed unconvinced until I told him John Luke Grasso wanted something from my friend and he might have contacted him.
He was annoying, and she wanted him to leave her alone.
All he ever wanted to do was play with his stupid baseball, and she'd taken it and thrown it into the forest.
He'd always wanted a big brother and idolized Aaron.
That level of agony was something she never wanted to go through again.
Her heart leapt, and she stood, halfway to him before his sharp look reminded her he wasn't someone she wanted to approach.
Sofi wanted her watched for some reason.
Bianca looked at him, and he ignored the sense she wanted to be alone with her brother.
But I don't know what he wanted with you.
And the fact the Black God wanted her.
His thoughts went to the memory he wanted nothing more than to forget forever.
His body screamed for him to follow and let Toni handle whatever it was Iggy wanted.
No sooner had he opened his eyes than he heard the voice he least wanted to hear.
He'd wanted her, but he kept his distance.
She didn't want to die; she wanted to be with him, even if only during the nights.
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.
Dusty wanted nothing more than to order Darian back to Ohio to finish one mess before dragging them into another.
I just wanted to say hi before you left.
She didn't believe she'd turn into a princess any more than she believed she wanted anything to do with killing anyone.
He strode toward the end of the alley, wanting out of the rain as much as he wanted to talk to the intriguing woman over his shoulder.
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.
She looked him over again, certain he could escape any time he wanted.
Running up the stairs to the main floor, she wanted nothing more than to return to the safety of her room.
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.
I heard something in the basement and wanted to see what it was.
That man wanted to kill you.
Anyway, she wanted me to tell you to trust your instincts.
When it didn't morph into something else, she knew it was what he wanted.
She wanted more of Jule's magic caressing her from the inside, and his soft skin caressing her on the outside.
For the first time in her life, she wanted not to feel completely alone.
She wanted more … She shook her head and took a wet washcloth into the living room.
She wanted to think he was talking about more than her powers, but such an idea was out of the question.
She wanted to ask but didn't.
Satisfied it was getting what it wanted, the Watcher left him alone.
The more Damian dealt with them, the less he wanted to deal with them again.
The fact the mysterious creatures could find him whenever they wanted made him cautious about outright opposing them.
Still, he wanted them out of his hair—permanently.
He couldn't get over seeing his brother whenever he wanted, after so long without him.
Jenn had wanted to shoot him since meeting him, and she opened fire.
All I know is that I wanted them to stop beating me.
The training was part of what Damian wanted her there to do, and she mixed training with good old-fashioned spy techniques.
They wanted your head, too, but Damian set 'em straight, Dusty replied.
It might mean nothing, but I wanted to tell you.
She'd hoped … she'd wanted Jonny to be different.
The creature walking away from her wanted something, and she couldn't figure out what.
He almost refused before he realized he had no choice, if he wanted to help Yully survive and Damian defeat the Other.
Dr. Mallard wanted me to give you a call and schedule an appointment for tomorrow morning, first thing.
Just said he wanted it done soon because he wasn't taking any risks, even if she hadn't started transforming yet.
He wanted to keep it that way.
Sofia wanted to pound Jake's face in.
Suddenly, she wasn't so sure she wanted his help.
But he was so handsome, and she so amazed he wanted to go out with her, that she ignored the instincts warning her it would never last.
She didn't fear him—she wanted him.
By the glimmer in his eye, he wanted her to move.
Isn't it what you all wanted?
She shoved against him as hard as she could, knowing when he released her it was because he wanted to.
I wanted to explain things to you in a way you'd be able to understand.
He knew without touching her mind that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
If he made a choice, she wanted it to be the choice he'd make whether or not she was there.
At Clair's soft voice, Sofia wanted to throw up again.
There was one person she wanted to know more about.
Ikira wanted to meet you.
It was irritating most of the time, like now when he wanted to get a quick response out of one.
She wanted to tell him about Claire, but she was afraid to.
She wanted to warn him about Claire… Later.
Sofia's words freed them from deep within his mind, and Dusty's hammering at the facts made it impossible for him to silence them as he wanted to.
Darian had even tried to warn him, and he'd never wanted to see what was in front of him.
He wanted her to see what he saw, the good his Guardians did for humanity, the courageous, selfless hearts of his men, the difference they made in fighting evil.
She wanted him, the man behind the titles and the power.
Damian's men were not the type she wanted to piss off.
Sofia stood as his hot gaze fell to her, sensing he wanted no stranger near the woman.
And if he didn't, you could leave him there and do whatever the hell you wanted for the day?
Or maybe he just wanted her out of the house so he could kill the traitors.
When he wanted, he could be as cold as Dusty.
As much as she wanted him, needed him, she was terrified to take the final step that would make her his for eternity.
Let me guess, you asked him if he wanted a croissant?
She would never give this man the visions he wanted!
She took his face in her hands the way she had Damian the night he wanted to destroy the world and forced him to meet her gaze.
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.
Since he was the one she wanted to learn to outsmart, in case things broke bad, she doubted he'd teach her anything.
If Darkyn wanted her to win, what had she forgotten to add to the terms, so she won?
She wanted something as elusive as the scent.
Maybe he wanted to ensure I didn't kill you before we were bound.
She was almost ready to say whatever he wanted to get rid of him.
She wanted – needed – to taste him again.
On some level – in the newfound instincts that wanted to taste him – his words made sense.
She wanted him so bad, it hurt.
She'd been on the verge of dying, discussing how her impending death forced her to decide whether she wanted to live or mourn.
He wanted a mate.
She wanted to slap him, more because he was making it obvious how right Darkyn was.
She wasn't so sure she wanted to know what was behind that door.
She paused, knowing she shouldn't ask what she'd wanted to since finding out what he did.
Deidre wanted to deck him again.
She wanted to ask after Gabriel but didn't.
She also wanted to step outside and see the forest.
She wanted to think that Gabriel wouldn't turn his back on her so quickly.
She crossed the shadow world to the glowing portal that would take her where she wanted to go.
She wanted to cry again.
I wanted to see what you would do when confronted with the man you thought you were going to return to, he replied.
She wanted Gabriel to be happy but couldn't bear to see it, not when her own world was still so new and frightening.
She wanted to ask him why he chose this spot but was afraid to.
I saw how you were created from a seventeen-year-old boy who wanted nothing more than for your mistress to love you.
No part of her wanted to reveal what Gabriel told her or that she meant it when she said she would find a way to help him.
He is a fearless opportunist who has always wanted to be a god, and the deal was unofficial.
It was hard to imagine something that fed off depravity wanted peace.
I guess I wanted to see how you're faring.
If you were alive, I wanted to see if you had any … advice about how to deal with Gabriel.
She wanted to say no and walk away.
She wanted to make sure the woman whose gaze had gone from confident to sad ended up okay.
I had to be sure I even wanted you here.
His slow, cunning smile was not what she wanted to see.
As much as it didn't make sense, as much as his day job terrified her … She wanted Darkyn, more so now that she knew he had a side – however tiny – that was capable of caring for her and only her.
She planted her hands on her hips, tempted but not about to do it, now the she knew he wanted her to.
A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.
Deidre squeezed her arm in reassurance, not at all certain what Harmony wanted.
I wanted the thought of having your baby to stay with me, even if I was mistaken.
I wanted the dream to last.
I had some stuff I wanted to take with me and I didn't have a suitcase so I grabbed a shopping cart.
He knew Cynthia wanted to update him on her talk with Martha, but both realized time was short as they planned to take Martha to dinner for her last night under Bird Song's wing.
It was as if she was being forced to divulge what she wanted to tell but had promised not to.
It wasn't a topic anyone wanted to broach—after all, this was supposed to be a cheery farewell dinner.
She snuggled next to him, usually an invitation for love, but tonight he sensed she just wanted to be held.
Dean telephoned the sheriff's office, crossing his fingers that the redheaded deputy Lady Larkin was out bagging the ten most wanted speeders.
He wanted to warn the young man to wear a bulletproof vest and keep his hands in his lap for protection.
Paul and Paulette babbled about Telluride and how they wanted an early start for the fifty-mile trip on this summer sunshine morning.
And this woman wanted him to kiss it off, to stay in a classroom?
He wanted to stay in New Jersey this fall.
The next-to-last thing Dean wanted was to have to look out for the safety of his stepfather—the last was going himself.
Neither wanted to retrace their steps to investigate.
Nothing. I so wanted something we could toss back in Fitzgerald's face.
Yes. We just wanted to see it for ourselves.
I wanted to ask Billy about teenage partying.
The jerk wanted me to buy him some booze and I wouldn't.
She wanted to make sure her stuffed owl SB was being hugged and Alice watered.
My lawyer wanted to toss him from the panel but I insisted he stay.
I wanted to stay there but I assumed my presence might make the Dawkins boys a tad uncomfortable.
They spouted some cock-and-bull story that their mother always wanted them to have the property.
Paul wanted me, not them, to have the land.
He wanted to make sure he had time to hook up with Billy Langstrom and question the young man, whom he knew would be there.
He wanted to tell her about meeting with Jennifer Radisson, but as soon as he started to speak, Fred O'Connor rushed up, a look of panic on his face.
By the sound of it, she just wanted the trunk for storage.
The young girl wanted to know about Fred, Maria, and Mrs. Lincoln and even asked about SB, her newly acquired stuffed owl.
Jennifer wanted to know the names of each flower and Cynthia was able to respond to most of her questions.
As much as Dean wanted to press his guest on the possibility that the bones were those of her father, he realized such a question was tasteless and inappropriate.
Besides, I didn't say I wanted to marry you, did I?
Dean could tell by the look on her face that Lydia wanted to forget about Billy Langstrom and the accident, but she answered.
Maybe Martha's coming back and the woman just wanted to know if we've been told!
I wouldn't wanted to be in this Josh fellow's shorts when Ed Plotke caught up with him!
I wanted him to owe me.
I wanted to know about a prisoner.
He wanted to ask her about the bones but knew any such discussion would be the height of tastelessness for a long time to come.
Dean wanted to say the obvious—that the location was her suggestion—but held back.
Didn't get the other offer I wanted.
I just wanted you to know we're getting close.
All I really wanted was the land in the first place, and they approached me about settling.
Current events—our present life—was all we wanted.
By this time she was married to Bill Radisson and wanted nothing to do with Mulligan.
I figured you might come by and I wanted you to see it.
Weller seemed to consider just how much he wanted to know.
Dean wanted to question him further, but he abruptly turned on his heels and walked away.
I knew we couldn't get away for long but Patsy needed to leave and wanted me to go with her.
While he was interested in what Pumpkin said about Fitzgerald, he wanted to get Martha away from any questions about the skeleton before he could do the asking.
You think either one of us wanted that?
He wanted us to go into the mine with him but when he saw you coming he went up alone.
I believed him—I was only twelve and wanted to go with him.
I don't think you wanted to be sheriff in the first place, and she needs you.
Nothing he really wanted to see.
Seeing the bet, he decided he wanted to stick around long enough to observe a few more events in the women's futures.
No part of him wanted to see her spared a demon's mercy.
He hadn't wanted to believe one of his sons betrayed the rest of the Council, though he wasn't exactly surprised, either.
I will do to you what I wanted to do to Sasha.
Deidre wanted to experience everything about that day.
It wasn't coming out the way she practiced it, maybe because Gabriel was sitting close enough that she wanted to lean against him instead of the bed and place his large hands on the parts of her body hidden by clothes.
The thought of letting him run those hands wherever he wanted thrilled the human in her and terrified the former goddess.
Rather than taking souls and risking a run-in with him or his dealers, the demons snatched the dead or killed whomever they wanted and brought them here, where they'd have more time for soul extraction.
Gabriel hadn't wanted to believe her story of Darkyn combining the two Deidres into one, but it certainly seemed possible.
He wanted to let his hand drift downwards but stopped himself.
The raised eyebrow expressed her disapproval of his sudden appearance in a way that made him want to touch her and remind her that he did what he wanted now.
The next, he wanted to kill her.
I told you, if you wanted to be exactly like me, to walk through that door, she said.
She wanted him; he saw it on her face.
What was it you wanted?
He wanted to be a deity, and he wanted what he couldn't have.
He knew what I wanted.
I got what I wanted.
She didn't know why she summoned him, except that right now, she wanted to see him, to reassure herself.
Could there be anything Darkyn wanted from Erik?
I guess I just wanted to see you.
It's not like I wanted it to be.
She wanted to believe him.
Gabriel wasn't certain what Andre wanted him to know.
That's all I wanted to know.
No part of her wanted to be cooped up right now.
Deidre sought to figure out what it was about the currents and subtle movement that kept her in place when she wanted to return to the castle, where it was warm.
She didn't understand what her instincts were trying to tell her, but right now, they wanted her to climb a tree to see the lake from above.
It wasn't high enough for her to see exactly what she wanted, but she was tired from effort.
Cora was loyal to Gabriel but wanted to go home, and right now, the only way there was through Darkyn.
He wanted to think that being booted from his position was the least of his concerns.
She truly wanted to help him.
Deidre stared at him as if deciding whether she wanted to be angry or disappointed.
But wasn't this what he wanted?
She didn't just have the body of a human and the knowledge of the goddess; she wanted to help him enough that she was willing to overcome her fear.
He had no idea what she wanted on that front.
She loved him, wanted to help him.
Why, then, was he hesitating to claim the woman who clearly wanted to be by his side?
He wanted her, and nothing had ever made her happier in her life than when she saw the depth of his emotion in his eyes and lived through the consuming intensity with which he made love to her.
He swore to stay with her forever, just like she wanted him to, and she felt sorrow.
You wanted to break me, Deidre, by turning me against everything I was.
I wanted you to understand what it was like to be a deity.
They could've both gone somewhere else entirely, wherever they wanted to go, without the underworld crumbling or the pain Gabriel was in.
Why he wanted the soul that he then let go was another mystery Gabriel wanted to resolve.
Gabriel wanted to say something to her, to apologize, to rationalize what happened … He felt like he was on the verge of snapping, unable to settle the turmoil of his emotions.
I cared enough to let Darkyn strip the powers of a goddess when every other deity in the worlds wanted her dead-dead.
He had always wanted this.
He was nothing like the deities who didn't mind sacrificing a few humans to get what they wanted.
He wanted to hold her.
She'd been shaken, and he wanted … needed to verify that she was okay.
He wanted to condemn the horrible things past-Death had done that resulted in an innocent human being thrown to the Dark One.
She'd told him the truth, because she wanted them to have a relationship built on trust and love.
He wanted to agree out of anger but couldn't.
He wanted the dealer scared but not dead, and right now, he didn't think he'd be able to handle a traitor without ripping off his head.
Only he'd tried to kill the human she wanted him to preserve.
Spending her lifetime with someone who hated her was not what she wanted.
For the first time this week, he realized that he, too, wanted to take the next step.
She once had said she wanted five children.
Maybe it was also why she never wanted children.
Lori said Josh wanted Carmen and Alex to have the baby if anything happened to him.
Around the farm and at school, he rolled his left sleeve up to make all available use of the deformed appendage, but when he dressed for church he always wanted it covered.
She didn't know what she wanted.
Deep inside, all she could think about was that Lori might want revenge more than she wanted Destiny.
She never wanted children.
Josh would have wanted it that way – but what about Lori?
It was silly and sentimental, but she wanted to paint the master bedroom first.
I wanted to work this thing out by myself.
The subject of Lori wasn't something she wanted to get back into.
Maybe Lori wanted Alex to think his wife was having an affair.
If her present methods were not working, she might simply decide to take Destiny and run – if Destiny was what she wanted.
If she wanted revenge, she might simply try to break them up.
It wasn't something either of them wanted to do, but the situation had grown out of control.
Josh just wanted to humiliate me by giving it to Carmen.
I think he simply wanted his daughter to have everything if something happened to him.
He was probably thinking years ahead and wanted Carmen to handle it in event of his death.
Alex would likely be home for lunch and she wanted to bake a chicken.
If she hadn't screamed, maybe the man would have taken what he wanted and left.
She couldn't argue that point, but Alex might regain consciousness and she wanted to be there if he did.
No one wanted to go back to the house until the man was apprehended.
Carmen protested, but he insisted that he wanted to help.
And then Josh started in on me about how much you wanted a baby and how Alex couldn't...
She didn't want the baby, but at least she had given it to someone who wanted it desperately.
You knew how bad we wanted a child.
He didn't want them to be spoiled with too many things, but he wanted the best quality.
I mean, I wanted to protect him.
Then again, maybe she only wanted to believe that because to believe otherwise would be insulting.
Jonathan wanted to come see him, but she told him to wait until Alex was better.
His eyes wandered over her face, but he gave no indication that he understood her, much less that he wanted to respond.
I can't imagine why you wanted to keep him a secret.
His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to tell her something.
He said he wanted to go to the bathroom!
Before they left, he wrote a note that he wanted to stop by the clinic.
This wasn't what she wanted.
In that moment she wanted to scream and run.
And yet, how could she blame him for thinking that this was all she wanted?
It was what she thought she wanted.
The details were too humiliating and this wasn't something she wanted to discuss with anyone – not even a professional.
Maybe he wanted to handle that part of it, but it was done now.
For a moment as they gazed at each other forlornly, she wanted to run to him.
I wanted you to notice me – romance me like you used to.
Maybe she would regret it later, but it was something she had wanted to know for a long time.
She had no right to push him into a relationship simply because she wanted a father-in-law.
Both wanted to control, and both were confident in their own decisions.
Still, Carmen wanted to go, and family made Christmas special, not location.
If she wanted to see his father or Texas, he owed her that much.
They wanted to shove her away for the last few months of her life?
She could pay it this month or put the three hundred dollars towards a one-way ticket to wherever she wanted to be when she died.
She opened it and reviewed the to-do list of things she wanted to experience before she died.
He'd wanted to tell her not to go to the beach with Logan, to spend the weekend with him instead of some stupid human that had no idea how to appreciate a woman like her.
He never wanted to deal with the unexpected in his personal life again.
Gabriel didn't say what he wanted, that if his predecessor knew he needed something, she'd probably torched it before she left.
It was the last place he wanted to visit, so it became the first place he went.
We're trying to figure out what Darkyn is doing planting a shape-shifter demon on the mortal realm, Rhyn said, referring to the demon lord who wanted both their heads on pikes.
If nothing else, he'd check out this Logan guy this evening and see whatever it was Rhyn wanted him to see.
His gaze went back to the dead man Rhyn wanted him to find.
By Saturday morning, Deidre was certain she never wanted to leave the ocean.
He wanted to mourn and tread water until the inevitable.
She wanted to do everything she'd ever wanted.
Part of her wanted to lean against him, knowing he wouldn't turn her away.
She wanted to feel his large hands on her body and to find out what it was about him that made her feel like he was the only real person she'd ever met.
She'd wanted him in a way the other women in his life never had.
It was one night he wanted to enjoy.