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78 pages, ebook
First published October 20, 2014
Because I’m not a sadist — not just. Inside, I’m stil Hansel. And Hansel is a masochist.
I want to be in charge of him. To make him happy. Fix him. Because he’s mine.
This book has been sitting in my tbr for a long time now and I’ve been thinking of reading it and having reservations about it. I guess my only mistake for not reading it sooner was because I happen to forget reading reviews about it when I’m online. But after the chat with the Author, hell, I was happy for my cherry popping!
I didn’t have expectations even if I was told it was dark and twisted. I was just captivated from the moment I started. The mystery of what the characters have endured intrigues me and when I am curious, yeah, you bet, I get crazy over it. I started reading and the next thing I knew, it already ended.
I was beyond disbelief with myself that I haven’t highlighted anything. It was just that every word was like a food to my hungry eyes and I can’t devour them fast enough. I haven’t had time to psychoanalyze the characters and that one thing I can only say is that I feel the connection with them.
I am ready for Hansel, Part Two. But of course, I need sleep first.
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My name is Gretel. I’m the dish-washer. The kitchen girl. I’m not one of Mother’s pets. I’m just a storybook girl no one sees. Until that night. When I find him again, and all my dreams come to life.
He’s mine—the one called Hansel. I’ve come here to claim him.
I’m Hansel, a crazy woman’s toy. It’s taken years, but I’ve finally forgotten everything outside my life here in The House. I live for sex and nothing more. Until I see her. Gretel.
I remember her. I need her. She is mine.
My name is not Gretel. It's Leah. I’m not the dish-washer. Or the kitchen girl. I’m not one of Mother’s pets, at least not anymore. I’m not a storybook girl no one sees.
Because my author changed my story at the last minute. Now you have no idea who I am, or what my story is. Only one part is still true: I find him.
He’s mine—the one called Hansel. I’ve still come here to claim him. I’m Hansel, and I was a crazy woman’s toy. It’s taken years, but I’ve finally forgotten everything that happened at The House. Including Leah. Okay, that's not true. I live for sex with girls who look like Leah.
I remember her. I need her. She was mine.
I want to be in charge of him. To make him happy. Fix him. Because he's mine.What happens when you separate Hansel and Gretel? Hansel becomes an owner of a BDSM club and Gretel is diagnosed of PTSD.
My Hansel.