noun
definition
A female person or animal.
example
I think this bird is a him, but it may be a her.
pronoun
definition
That which belongs to her; the possessive case of she, used without a following noun.
Examples of hers in a Sentence
She held hers up for him to see.
The voice was not hers.
His feelings for her were as genuine as hers for him.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
His warm lips found hers as he pulled her close.
A friend of hers who is a florist asks if she can advertise on the site.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
She had created this problem and now it was hers to face alone.
Did you ever read hers?
His solemn gaze searched hers for a moment before he spoke.
She used a few combs to pull hers into a French bun.
I heard about that affair of hers at the time.
His face was above hers, the blue eyes tender and searching.
He was at least equally intrigued by hers.
It was almost twice the size of hers.
My first guess would be hers.
His gaze lifted to hers and he smiled as he noted the rising color in her cheeks.
That Damian was capable of the same level of violence as these men reminded her that this world was nothing like hers.
Her thoughts weren't entirely hers.
His hand fell away, but hers remained.
His body was solid and strong, the sensations of his skin against hers and his scents intoxicating her.
She closed the door behind them in the massive bedchamber that was hers and whirled.
Maybe the Shiptons had a matched pair, like his and hers?
She rested her cheek against his, and they breathed the same air, his steady and hers erratic.
His head was bowed near hers, eyes closed, as if he was…pleased to share the moment with her.
He lowered his head and nudged hers aside, nipping at her neck.
Jennifer, forced to husband her limited shots, took more time with hers as well.
She was lost for a moment in the sensations of his warm hand clasping hers.
Darkyn's gaze never left hers.
She loved the feel of his warm skin against hers and breathed in his scent deeply.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body – or the body he thought was hers - not even a few hours before.
She took the hand he rested on her forehead into both of hers.
He had paid for the car and told her it was hers.
He met her half the distance and folded her in a warm embrace, his lips seeking hers briefly.
He put his hands on her shoulders and his troubled gaze met hers.
He jerked the robe from her hand and pulled her close in an intimate embrace, forcing his lips down on hers hungrily.
She grinned, pretending it was all hers.
She found herself comparing him to the stranger, whose body had molded around hers, as if he was made for her and no one else.
He'd always had a morbid sense of humor, like hers.
They rode back to Atlanta in silence, hers distraught, his pensive.
Deidre accepted hers but hesitated to drink it.
When she awoke, it was to find the face of the boy, Toby, hovering over hers.
He was already approaching her and stopped just before his body met hers.
He leaned against the counter beside her, his arm touching hers.
His arms circled hers, and he drew her against him.
His heartbeat was as steady as the tide, his strength needed when hers was fading.
Gabriel wasn't getting his hopes up, let alone encouraging hers.
She stood, her bearing regal and her walk smooth, without the cheerful bounce Deidre had in hers.
His sweater, jeans, and trench coat were all of high quality with his heavy boots dwarfing her feet as hers did Toby's.
He spun her to face him and pulled her against him with one arm while his other took hers to the side for a waltz pose.