Big Bad Wolf Quotes

“The stairs aren't challenging enough anymore?" he asked.

Antonio laughed. "Challenge has nothing to do with it, Jer. I'd say it's the big bad wolf huffing and puffing at her door up there.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Bitten

“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.”
― Alyssa Rose Ivy, Flight

“There was something wolfish about him. Not in the sexy Twilight New Moon way, but in the I’ll-eat-your-grandmother way.”
― Victoria Kahler, Their Friend Scarlet

“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.”
― Angela Panayotopulos, The Wake Up

“Vane pulled out his wallet and handed several hundred dollar bills to Henri. "Do me a favor. That guy downstairs Taylor. Give him the worst table in the house."

Henri's eyes danced with amusement. "For you, Mr. Kattalakis, anything." Vane took his seat as Henri walked off.

"That was so bad of you," she said with a coy smile.

"Do you want me to take it back?"

"Hardly. I was merely pointing out that it was bad."

"What can I say? I'm just a big bad wolf.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Night Play

“Since little-girlhood, we're trained to find the Big Bad Wolf seductive.”
― Gina Barreca, If You Lean In, Will Men Just Look Down Your Blouse?

“You are the devil’s spawn,” he spat out.

A wolfish grin pulled at my lips as I looked down at him. “Papa sends his regards, pay up and be gone.”
― Elle Beaumont, Hunter's Truce

“I sit there. My breasts press against the cotton of my chemise; my thighs burn under my petticoat. I am conscious of my throat, my earlobes, my pulsing blood. My body is throbbing but this is because I have a fever. This is why I am aching, why I am both heavy and featherlight.
The painter works. His eyes flick to me and back to his canvas. As he paints I feel his brush stroking my skin....
I am in bed with my sisters. I keep my eyes squeezed shut because I know he's sitting there, watching me. His red tongue flicks over his teeth. If I open my eyes the wolf will be there, sitting on his haunches beside my bed. My heart squeezes. I mutter my rosary... Holy Mary, Mother of God... I can feel his hot, meaty breath on my face. My hands cupping my budded breasts. I mutter faster, willing him to move closer.”
― Deborah Moggach, Tulip Fever

“Don't you have a house to blow down?”
― Angela Parkhurst, The Forgotten Fairytales

“Children, and most especially girls---
pretty ones, sheltered from the world---
should never talk to unknown men,
who likely want to gobble them,
For there are wolves with pelts of hair,
whose huge teeth serve to say beware,
but also wolves who seem quite sweet,
when wooing women in the street
with flattery and playful charm.
It's very hard to see the harm
till they devour you, blood and bone.
Perhaps you keep one in your home?
My moral is a warning too:
that smooth-tongued wolf will ruin you.”
― Clare Pollard, The Modern Fairies