Best 16 of Red riding hood quotes - MyQuotes
There is no place far enough that you can run. If a doe flees into the forest as far as her legs will carry her, does not the wolf simply follow?
His jaw clenched tight. “I could not resist you last night if the world itself was on fire.
You know, I once had a little boy in Hiddleston come up to me and ask if I conjured up the hartsstone.” “What did you tell him?” he asked. She spoke in her scratchy, witchy voice, “Why of course I do. Every full moon, my boy. And the wolves howl. And the fairies rise from their bowers, then we dance in a round, breathing in the powerful magic of the hartstone.
Emory R. Frie
No matter what you hear, do not go into the Forest. If you hear something, or someone, in there... don't listen to them." Alice smirked at that. "Don't worry. I can still tell the difference.
The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody's meat.
Emory R. Frie
She finally understood why the monsters in the Forest always seemed to smile. Beasts only bared their teeth as a warning before they attack.
Feeling your body beneath me was the closest to heaven that I shall ever come.” He spoke not in a whisper but on an intimate level, his voice rolling like the caress of dark velvet. “Your skin, your mouth, your body, your sweet, sweet moans, and your blood… I want them all. I want quite a bit more, actually. So you best prepare yourself, my lady. Since I’m already damned, I aim to have all of you. I want to see that look of ecstasy on your face over and over again when I’m buried deep inside you and you’re screaming my name.
That's different," Levi smiled at her warmly. "Ypu don't rock that Little Red Riding Hood vibe. You're scary." Reagan grinned like the Big Bad Wolf.
Man, Grandma, what big hair you have." "The better to style with, my dear.
Emory R. Frie
When your freedom depends on the death of an innocent, it haunts you forever,' Red thought empathetically. 'Even if you couldn’t save them anyway.
Innocent tourists? You make me sound like the big bad wolf.” “And you’re not?” I questioned. “Only if you’re Red Riding Hood,” he said flirtatiously. “Wow, that’s original.
She turned to face the door, knowing what she would find instead. "What big eyes you have," she whispered. "The better to see through your lies," he said. "What large hands you have..." "The better to strangle you with, my dear..." "What sharp teeth you have..." "The better to drink your blood with," he said with a laugh. "Is that what you expect me to say? I know this story better than you do. The wolf wins in my version." She thought of the black wolf she once knew in another life, a black wolf that never willingly left her side. "The wolf wins in mine, too.
I felt small and insignificant, a frightened Red Riding Hood cowering before the big bad wolf. Thoughts of 'But Wolf, what a tall body you have! How tall are you?' flitted through my mind, with the rejoinder being 'The better to snap off your head, my dear.
When we were little, Scarlett and I were utterly convinced that we'd originally been one person in our mother's belly. We believed that somehow, half of us wanted to be born and half wanted to stay. So our heart had to be broken in two so that Scarlett could be born first, and then I finally braved the outside world a few years later. It made sense, in our pig-tailed heads--it explained why, when we ran through grass or danced or spun in circle long enough, we would lose track of who was who and it started to feel as if there were some organic, elegant link between us, our single heart holding the same tempo and pumping the same blood. That was before the attack, though. Now our hearts link only when we're hunting, when Scarlett looks at me with a sort of beautiful excitement that's more powerful than her scars and then tears after a Fenris as though her life depends on its death. I follow, always, because it's the only time when our hearts beat in perfect harmony, the only time when I'm certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are one person broken in two.
I love that sound,” he said against her lips, sucking her bottom lip. “I love it when you make me make that sound.
I know all the tells a woman makes when she wants me. The furtive glance. The parted mouth. The rapid heartbeat. The light sheen of sweat on her skin…