A cunning smile crossed his face.
A familiar face appeared from the words, the golden-skinned deity she nicknamed Mr. Checkmate the first time they met at the Immortal Sanctuary.
A flush crawled up his neck, across his face and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
A look of anguish crossed Jonny's face.
A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.
A man's face, a woman in the hospital on her death bed, their children surrounding them.
A smile flickered across his face and turned into a laugh.
A stocky man with a baseball cap visor obscuring most of his face carried Molly in his arms.
A wry smile twisted his face, but the eyes softened.
Adrienne's face was burning.
Again she leaned back so she could see his face.
Alex rolled his eyes and made a face.
Alex shot her a stern look and she made a face.
An idea flashed through her brain and left a frown on her face.
And then realization flooded her face with horror.
Anger and terror were on his face.
Anger stirred within her at the satisfaction on his face.
Another woman, a very tall blond, stood a few paces back, a smile on her face, watching the old man.
As he spoke, he continued the light stroke of one thumb and trailed a finger down the side of her face and traced her jaw.
As if noticing him for the first time, Darian stared at Bianca's brother, an odd look crossing his face.
As she passed Rainy, she noticed the lines of worry in his face.
As soon as the mother entered the house, he pocketed the phone, scaled the fence at a low corner, crossed to the surprised boy in a few steps, and placed a rag over his face.
At her words, his face paled.
At her words, his gaze ripped from her breasts and pounced on her face.
At least he was honorable, but if the look on his face was any indication, he was regretting that offer.
Betsy pivoted around, wipeing her face, and hugged her.
Betsy shared Howie's disappointment but she put on a good face.
Bird Song's managerial pair tried to present a breakfast happy face over coffee cake and muffins, but their efforts continued to fall short as they waited for Martha to make an appearance.
Blood pulsed painfully in her throat, and her face grew warm.
Bordeaux shook his head, his gaze fixed on her face.
Bordeaux turned her to face him.
Both breathed hard, and she noticed a red slash across Darian's face.
Brandon focused his attention on the food in his plate, his face turning a dark shade of red.
Brandon nodded, his face still pale.
But the smile disappeared quickly when he came face to face, not with Jake Weller, but Lieutenant Fitzgerald.
By the look on her face, it wasn't the first time the Other had raised his voice at his alleged daughter.
By the smug look on her face, we surmised the letter had to include the answers that were needed.
Cade was standing over her, a puzzled expression on his face as he contemplated her work.
Carmen asked, and then made a face.
Carmen felt warmth flood her face.
Carmen looked up at his face and found it as stern as his voice.
Cassie could feel the color draining from her face.
Cassie folded the lip of her sombrero down to protect her face from the scorching sun.
Cassie removed her hat and fanned her face.
Cassie scooped sand to make a pillow and put her hat over her face.
Cassie turned her face to the window.
Certainly placing the family picture face down on the coffee table had done nothing to ease her pain.
Charcoal gray eyes studied her critically from a face too rugged to be handsome.
Claire glanced away then back at him, taking in the resolve on his face.
Claire rose, the smile freezing on her face as she faced Sofia.
Cold wind whipped snow against her face.
Color stained his neck and spewed up into his face.
Compelled to him like nothing else in the world, she touched his face with a quivering hand.
Concerned, Sofia turned to face him.
Cynthia barked, her face getting redder by the minute.
Cynthia clamped the rag to her face again.
Cynthia dropped to the couch and held the cool rag to her face as a new wave of nausea clutched her stomach.
Cynthia excused herself and retreated to the kitchen, leaving well-meaning Brandon Westlake with a what-did-I-say-wrong look on his sun beaten face.
Cynthia fairly leaped away from Cade, her face flaming.
Cynthia knew her face was getting red.
Cynthia removed the rag from her face and stared at her friend.
Cynthia returned, a warm smile on her face as she stood in the doorway.
Cynthia's face grew warm.
Damian demanded, lowering her to the ground and spinning her to face him.
Damian had turned his face away and was clenching a thick knuckle between his teeth.
Damian laughed, thrilled to be back with his adopted brother and to see the glow in his face.
Damian reached across the table and touched her face, dismissing them.
Dampening her scarf, she closed her eyes and wiped most of the dust from her face.
Darcie dropped her hand, her face flushing.
Darian's disapproving gaze mirrored Damian's, and Sofia hid her face against Damian's chest as the three men facing her gave her similar looks.
Dean muttered, immediately regretting his big mouth when he saw the look on her face.
Deidre didn't face him, afraid of what she'd see.
Deidre faced him, face warm.
Deidre opened her eyes and shifted her head back to see his face.
Deidre pushed herself up to see his face.
Deidre reached up to him and fluttered kisses across his face and neck.
Deidre took his face in her hands, hungrily trying to taste more of him as she explored his mouth with fervor.
Deidre touched his face with trembling fingers.
Deidre's face flushed with heat.
Disappointment was written in his face.
Dulce was so angry that tears were rolling down her face.
Dustin's face was a mottled mess of emotions.
Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.
Dusty looked from Darian's hopeful face to Jonny's pale and sullen features.
Dusty studied him, an odd look crossing his face.
Dusty's conviction was on his face.
Emotions rippled across his face.
Finally his troubled gaze lifted to her face.
Finally she looked up at his face.
Fire lit up half her face, and she tasted blood in her mouth.
For a moment he studied her face.
Fred could tell by the look on her face that something was wrong.
Fred sorted his notes, a smug look on his face.
From the expression on his face, he wasn't consoled by the answer.
Gabriel turned her to face him again.
Gazing up into his face, she smiled.
Gentle hands lifted her from the ground, and she buried her face in Bordeaux's chest, sobbing.
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
Half her face was disfigured.
He blocked it and the next two blows and then snatched a fist headed for his face, twisted her arm, and spun her.
He breathed in her familiar scent, her curls tickling his face.
He broke the barrier between them and touched her face.
He brushed a mop of stringy hair back from his face.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek.
He brushed stray hairs from her face and replaced his hand on her stomach.
He brushed the hair back from her face and stroked her cheek gently.
He came through the door, his hands behind him and a smug look on his face.
He couldn't focus on the face, but he saw the glowing red eyes.
He covered his face and wept.
He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, brushing her lips softly with his.
He drew back and studied her face with hungry eyes.
He dropped his arms and turned to face her.
He exchanged a look with her, and understanding crossed her face.
He forced her to face her reality from the moment she awoke with his name on her back.
He gathered her warm body in his arms and smoothed away the curls that clung to his face, breathing her deep scent before he dropped into the first peaceful slumber in ages.
He glanced up at her; the sun darkened face with its thin lips completely devoid of emotion.
He glanced up sharply, his gaze searching her face.
He glanced up sharply, his lips thinning down and his face paling.
He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
He gripped her arms and turned her to face him.
He had leaned back in his seat, his face a frozen mask.
He had Papaw's face, with wrinkles around his eyes and a kind smile.
He hadn't thought it as harsh as it was, just like he thought nothing of killing anything in his path, but seeing the look on a normal human's face reminded him he'd been close to losing what humanity he possessed for quite a while.
He held Damian's ring in front of her face and then tucked it into her jeans.
He let a rare smile cross his face.
He lifted her chin with two fingers, and the expression on his face might have been amusing under different circumstances.
He lifted his hat from the peg and clamped it on his head and then paused, one hand on the door while he studied her face.
He looked up, a surprised expression crossing his face, as if he'd told her something he wasn't supposed to.
He lowered the glasses and rolled over on his back, gazing up into her face.
He made a face and then delved into his food.
He met Dusty's pale blue eyes and saw his pain reflected in Dusty's tight face.
He nodded, concerned gaze on her face.
He opened his eyes and stared at her, a tortured look on his face.
He paused, his face turning a darker shade of red.
He peeled off a glove to display a hand as scarred as his face.
He placed his hands on Damian's face.
He planted his hands on either side of her and lowered his face to her level.
He pressed her back against the couch, and she yielded, her hands touching his face, his soft hair, his neck.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
He reached for her face, and she flinched away.
He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.
He replaced his weapons and washed his face, feeling very much like this was to be his last day alive.
He rubbed his eyes and a smile broke across his face.
He rubbed his face and crossed to the bathroom.
He rubbed his face with his sleeve.
He rubbed his face, his fingers slowing as he felt his scars.
He rubbed his face, mind going to Dusty.
He said nothing, and she saw the look that crossed his face, as if he wasn't sure what to make of it.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
He shook his head despite the desire on his face.
He shouted at her, fury on his face, but his words were lost to the storm.
He smelled like a heady mix of male musk and something so faint and sweet, it made her want to press her face to the skin of his chest for a better smell.
He smoothed her hair from her face and rested his hand against the soft skin of her exposed thigh, admiring her body.
He smoothed her hair from her face with a gloved hand.
He spent the night deep in thought, forcing himself to face the dark memories he'd tried so hard to bury.
He stopped, his face turning darker.
He studied her face intently, masking any emotion.
He took her face in both hands.
He took her face in his hands and drew her to him, kissing her once again.
He touched her automatically, stroking the side of her face and tucking errant curls behind her ear.
He touched her face and trailed a finger down her neck, between her breasts, and rested his hand on her stomach.
He touched her face, and her mouth went dry.
He touched her face, exhausted for the first time in years.
He touched his brother's face, his emotions soaring once again.
He touched his face, tumultuous emotions crossing his face.
He tucked his hands in his back pockets and shuffled his feet, the color in his face deepening.
He tucked the phone away and met her gaze, watching the emotions that crossed her face.
He turned to see the young man's face flushed this time with anger, his eyes glittering.
He twisted, turned and moved his arms constantly, a determined look painted on his face.
He was normal, aside from the weird buzz at the base of his skull that'd kept him awake every night since Bianca touched his face.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.
He was obviously making a joke, but she would never have guessed it from the expression on his face.
He was too angry to face her, and she was glad of it.
He was watching her, a wry smile on his face and an amused twinkle in his eyes.
He was wearing a shirt and his unfastened necktie was hanging in my face.
He whirled and stalked toward her, his face a mask of fury.
He wiped the tears from her face and kissed her forehead.
He woke abruptly, a smile blossoming on his face.
He'd felt funky for a while, since Bianca fixed his face.
Heat rose to her face as she stared openly.
Her cheek was red as if she'd been struck, and there were tears on her face already.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
Her eyes sparkled again, her face glowing.
Her eyes were filled with tears and her face felt flushed.
Her face didn't loose its warmth and she gnawed at her lower lip.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns and she didn't have enough saliva to swallow.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns.
Her face felt hot at his nonchalance.
Her face felt hot when she thought of how she had spoken of him.
Her face felt warm at the look both gave her.
Her face flamed as she thought of how it must have looked to Morino.
Her face flooded with warmth.
Her face flushed, and when her mother attempted to take the bag from her, she grew very angry.
Her face is hard to describe.
Her face warmed at how desperate she'd been for a single drop of him, to feel him inside her while his fangs sank into her neck.
Her face was hot as she pushed away from him, avoiding his gaze.
Her face was red, her eyes glittering.
Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes puffy even in sleep.
Her flawless face was flushed, her breathing quick.
Her gaze left his face as she considered the idea.
Her gaze shot past Adrienne and her face turned scarlet.
Her heart sang as she realized she hadn't lost him after all, her body echoing the desire on his face.
Her last impression of Darcie was a smiling face.
Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.
Her stomach contracted at his tone and the look on his face.
Her voice broke and a tear slid down her face.
His accusation and fury were plain on his flushed face.
His anger faltered, and sorrow filled his face.
His assassin's gaze was bright and his face healthy, a pleasant surprise.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
His aura of power, his command and confidence, the sense that—whatever he was—he was something humankind wasn't prepared to face.
His body was on fire again, and sweat trickled down his face.
His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
His cheekbones were high, his chiseled face matching the chiseled body.
His concerned gaze ran over her face.
His determined gaze finally shifted to her face.
His eyes twinkled with mirth, but he refused to let the rest of his face respond.
His eyes were captivating, by far the most attractive feature in his darkly handsome face.
His eyes were wiser, his face firmer with few signs of the troubled youth she remembered.
His face blazed red from exertion, his eyes glowing brightly.
His face darkened and his eyes flashed a warning.
His face darkened with color.
His face didn't look rubbery like a Halloween mask, but he didn't look normal.
His face is white, and he seems very weak.
His face looked pale and he rode with an alien stiffness.
His face softened as he looked at her.
His face softened into a smile that invaded his eyes.
His face turned pale and he pulled her close.
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
His face was a mask of fright.
His face was a road map of emotion, traveling from puzzled, to comprehensive and then on to frustration.
His face was above hers, the blue eyes tender and searching.
His face was as deeply scarred as his hands.
His face was bloodied, and one arm was covered in blood from his shoulder wound.
His face was drawn as he strode past Jenn.
His face was excited as he held out the contents of his hands.
His face was flushed and his eyes were bright.
His face was livid, the veins standing out on his neck.
His face was pale and drawn as he shoved the range back into place.
His face was unreadable, his gaze steady.
His face was white, but very homely.
His first vision was that of Bianca's wet, pale face with dark curls stuck to her cheeks.
His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.
His gaze wandered over her face, coming back to her eyes.
His gaze wandered over her face.
His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that he could see her face.
His head jerked up and his face flamed.
His last words were whispered, his face red.
His solemn gaze roved over her face.
His thumb caressed her jaw as he gazed down into her face.
His voice was low and she was sure no one else heard, but her face burned furiously.
Hot desire flowed through her and was mirrored on his face.
How many humans were dead because he lacked the strength to face his instincts?
I . . he stammered, his face turning red.
I could see the white face and holes where his eyes should have been.
I could tell by the look on his face, he'd had no such thought.
I don't know how the others kept a straight face but I pulled out a handkerchief, pretending to blow my nose.
I guess that's what they mean by cutting off your nose to spite your face.
I refuse to face that again.
I said as I cleaned my face and staggered to my feet.
I saw it in his face when he almost killed me for being anywhere near you.
I think I'd known for a long time and didn't want to face it.
I took my risks when I joined this group and I'm willing to face up to my responsibilities.
I tried to say more but she put her finger to my lips as she wiped her face.
If she thought her face could get no warmer, she was unpleasantly surprised.
In her bathroom, she wiped her face with a cold rag and took a couple of aspirin.
In the end, she typed a smiley face and locked her phone before changing into gym clothes and making her way to the gym.
Instead she accepted the entire package at face value.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around her knees and tucked her face in the crook of one elbow.
It was a man too familiar to be a stranger, with beautiful purple eyes, a small frame, and a face without emotion.
It was Adrienne's turn to make a face.
It was hard to look at his face without being fascinated by the color of his eyes.
It was then I came to realize he killed in the dark, not face to face with his victim.
It's enough to have your pedigree flung in your face by those saucy dragonettes.
Jake breathed, guilt and anger crossing his face.
Jenn forced a smile on her face.
Jonny looked up, uncertainty crossing his face.
Jonny sensed him as well and looked up, confusion and fear crossing his face.
Jonny's eyes were open and blank, his face pale.
Jule bristled suddenly, the smile disappearing as his face turned predatory once again.
Jule hesitated only a moment longer before he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
Jule studied him, guessing his words to be correct by the anger on the Watcher's face.
Jule waited patiently, a smile crossing his face as he took her in.
Jule was knocked off his feet by a hard blow but got back up, beckoning to the other creature with a look of confidence out of place for his bloodied face.
Jule's face disappeared from the screen, and the pain eased.
Jule's face materialized on the screen.
Julie maintained no Face Book or Twitter account, nor could Betsy locate her on any other social network sites.
Just then Fred returned, a mile-wide smirk on his face, a ream of papers clutched in his hand.
Katie leaned back, a triumphant look on her face as if she had made a point.
Lightning revealed Jonny's face.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
Lisa stared up at him, the blood draining from her face.
Lydia glanced up and down and then took Fitzgerald's face in her hands and kissed him full on the mouth—no glad-to-see-you-grandpa embrace.
Made you face the truth before the first day was out.
Martha handed her the phone and I could tell by the look that quickly appeared on her face, it was not good news.
Mrs. Marsh's face was white, and her eyes red and swollen, with dark circles under them.
My heart was in my mouth and I saw fear on Martha's face.
Nothing. I so wanted something we could toss back in Fitzgerald's face.
Opening the door, she kept her face hidden as she walked down the hallway.
Out of the corner of my eye, I was surprised to notice a strange look on Martha's face.
Pumpkin looked at the picture of Randy Byrne, one leg up on a boulder, an I-own-the-world smile on his young face and Jen smiling at him with a look of love.
Quinn asked, his face masked in shock.
Quinn had an I-told-you-so look on his face as he made a second sandwich and opened a beer.
Rachel waved a hand and made a face.
Second, in addition to facts, the web has become the face of almost all organizations of the planet.
Selyn's smile was lopsided because of the unresponsive, scarred half of her face.
She almost refused but something about the look on his face made her hesitate.
She blushed, smile on her face.
She braced herself to face him nonetheless.
She brushed water from his face and traced a finger along his jaw.
She buried her face in her hands, sobbed and shrank down in her seat.
She buried her face in his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't notice she was crying.
She chanced a glance at his face, but he was contemplating the ladder.
She chanced a look at his face only to discover that he was laughing.
She could feel her face getting hot.
She could feel the blood drain from her face.
She didn't miss the look of relief that crossed Pierre's face and suspected he'd been threatened with a reassignment for shooting her.
She didn't see her brother's bleached hair and familiar face anywhere in the crowd.
She dropped to his side and fluttered kisses across his face.
She felt his cold gaze and didn't face him, cringing instead.
She felt my face and dress and my bag, which she took out of my hand and tried to open.
She forced her eyes open to find Bordeaux's face above her.
She gave him a cold stare, knowing her face was getting red.
She gazed at him, lips parted and face flushed.
She gazed up into his face.
She glanced at his face, but it betrayed no emotion.
She glanced down at his averted face.
She glanced up at him, her face burning again.
She glanced up at his face.
She glanced up at his tortured face and had to smile.
She grabbed the handle of her whip and whirled to face him.
She had created this problem and now it was hers to face alone.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
She hesitated, staring up at his face.
She hid a smile at the look on Linda's face.
She huddled closer to Damian, unwilling to look at his face.
She indicated the new bruises on her face and neck.
She is sitting by me as I write, her face serene and happy, crocheting a long red chain of Scotch wool.
She jerked at his voice and twisted to face him, observing him coolly before turning away.
She kept her face averted until the warmth left her cheeks.
She knew her face was as red as his.
She knew her face was getting red, and Brandon wasn't exactly pale.
She knew her face was getting red.
She landed on a topless bottle of oil and spit the fluid out as it sprayed across her face.
She leaned back and looked up at his face.
She leaned forward to examine his face, but his expression told her nothing.
She let her gaze fall sternly on Dulce's face.
She locked her doors and wiped rain from her face.
She looked away fast for fear of the sizzling blue gaze and dropped to her knees in front of Darian, pulling his hands from his face to see the wound.
She looked up at him, touched, as he felt his face again.
She made a face and he smiled.
She made a face, drooling at the thought of Damian's blood again.
She peered out from under her wagon and found the smiling face of Bordeaux.
She placed her hands on her face and winced as Sofi vacuumed her power as Darian had.
She placed her hands on his face and pulled him closer, hugging him.
She pondered what made her decision so simple and touched her face again.
She pulled the pins from her hair and scrubbed it and then wiped the rivulets of water from her face.
She pulled the scarf from her neck and wiped her face.
She raised her face to look at him and caught Sarah and Connie making a hasty exit from the room.
She regretted alluding to it the moment the raw look of anguish crossed his face.
She sank to the bed weakly and covered her face with her hands.
She scooted forward and placed her hands on either side of his face.
She searched his face suspiciously but there was no leer in his expression.
She searched his face, uncertain how to take his response.
She searched his hard face, unable to read him.
She shifted to see his face, surprised by his confession.
She shrugged, her face growing warm.
She shuddered, afraid to face him after ditching him as she had before.
She slumped against the low wall, propping up her elbows and covering her face.
She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face.
She smiled, hid her face in her handkerchief, and remained with it hidden for awhile; then looking up and seeing Pierre she again began to laugh.
She sneaked a look at his face, surprised to see the warm smile there as he read through her notes.
She stared at him, her face growing warm.
She stared up at his face, but he ignored her.
She stopped and gazed up at his face.
She stopped and glanced up at his flushed face.
She strode to the driver's side of the Jeep, hands on her hips, a no-nonsense look on her startlingly attractive face.
She swung hard and her open hand cracked against his face.
She took his face in her hands again, forcing his attention on her.
She took his face in her hands and traced his cheekbones and jawline with her fingers.
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 tossed her head to throw the curls from her face and rolled over in bed.
She tossed the picture in his lap again and made a face.
She touched her face, her arms, her body.
She touched his face, then his hair, her cool power soothing him.
She tried not to let it affect her but suspected by his look of satisfaction that he saw how quickly her face changed colors.
She turned her face away from him.
She turned her face away, twisting free of his arms.
She turned to face him, surprised to find the man who'd almost killed her earlier.
She twisted to face her father.
She wasn't ready to face the former goddess again.
She wiped her eyes before turning to face whatever new challenge Damian brought with him.
She wiped her face and returned to her side.
She wiped her face then dressed, too distracted to feel the warmth of a certain deity as he appeared.
Sofia sat down on the bed, careful to keep the blood from her gown, and touched the woman's face, bracing herself.
Standing before the mirror, as I had seen others do, I anointed mine head with oil and covered my face thickly with powder.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
Successes were limited for the week with one found child, accidently trapped in a locked room of an empty house and one spousal abduction, in the face of a restraining order.
Suddenly she was mewling, kneeling beside him, her hands on his thigh and her face soft and beguiling.
Surely he couldn't have feigned the surprise on his face.
Sweat stung her eyes and she wiped her face with her sleeve.
Talon's flush grew darker beneath the red of exertion on his face.
Tears escaped one eye and trailed down his face.
Tears spilled down his face.
Tears streamed down her face as screams echoed in her mind.
Tears trickled down her face, tickling her ears.
Tears wetted her face as men in what looked like black tactical SWAT gear entered the garage.
Thankful for the darkness that hid her burning face, she took a step away from him.
The blood drained from her face and goose bumps covered her arms under the sweater.
The blood returned to Adrienne's face with a vengeance.
The boy's face beamed with delight.
The calf licked good boy's face with long rough tongue.
The creature's emerald eyes stopped sparkling, and his face grew long.
The damage done to half her face caused horrible scarring that left her features lopsided and her skin knotted.
The doctor's eyes were the color of cold steel, his face stoic, his large form tense.
The door opened quietly and Yancey entered, his face bland as he retrieved the magazine from his chair.
The entire session lasted barely ten minutes before he awoke a smile on his face.
The exasperation showed on Cynthia's face.
The extra color was beginning to fade from his face and he turned toward the family room.
The firelight flickered weakly; creating shadows on his face that made his expression hard to discern.
The freckles stood out on his pale face.
The girl turned to face Bordeaux.
The honey eyes were intent, his face flushed from exertion.
The look of pity on Darcie's face was more than Cassie could bear.
The look of shear fury on his face replaced her anger with fear.
The look on Betsy's shocked face was priceless.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
The man's face was red with shame this time.
The only skin not covered was his face and part of his neck, both of which were channeled and knotted by scars.
The other side of her face displayed facial features that were heavy rather than feminine, resembling her father's.
The pale, dark-haired youth was drenched, but it was the wild look on his face that made her stop in the middle of the foyer and watch him pace with agitated energy.
The predatory smile crossed his face.
The slow smile she distrusted spread across Darkyn's face.
The smile faded from his face.
The smile never left Maria's face.
The smile slid off his face.
The vamp whose neck he held had a look of horror on its face, and the air around them buzzed with magic.
The Watcher's face reddened.
The woman was hooked to a ventilator and IVs, her battered face clean and pale.
The young man's face paled even more, until he was as white as his bleached hair.
There was a look of resignation, not concern, on Cynthia's face as Dean shouldered his pack and Cynthia's camera equipment.
There was no denying the contented expression on his face.
There was something familiar about that face, yet she was certain she had never met him before.
There were dark circles under his eyes, and his face was drawn.
There were tears on her face, and her breathing was shallow and ragged.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
They both tiptoed around the sexual attraction between them, and her face was flushed again.
They were thick and gruesome, creating ridges and channels in his face.
Tonight he divided his attention between the knife and her face - no doubt waiting for her to broach the subject.
Traci flung her arms around her, her fear fresh on her face.
Traci's hand fluttered to her stomach, and Sofia's face flamed.
Warm blood splattered her neck and face.
Warmth deserted her face and her mouth went dry.
We all know the stories of people who win the lottery—and let's face it, far too often no good comes of it.
When he didn't, she rubbed her face, wondering what exactly she'd been dragged into and if her heart would explode if he reappeared.
When I returned to my office, Betsy met me, a frown on her face.
When she woke again, the sun was shining on her face.
When the guardsman rose, the arrogance was gone from his face, replaced by anger.
White-gray fur covered a body with moth-eaten wings, a hideous face and yellowed fangs.
Why did you make me face Gabriel today?
Wiping her face with a cold rag, she composed herself and answered the door.
With a deep breath, she opened the door, uncertain what horror she'd face next.
With his hands to his face, he burst into tears, shocking us.
Xander's face faded in and out of focus, and his thoughts kept drifting away.
Yancey's face was over hers.
Yeah, my nose is too big and my face is full of freckles, but my hair looks great.
You should have seen Dad's face.
You'll not face anyone willing to challenge you for him, ikir, I assure you, though there may be some left who might help him.