TRUST ME | Mercredi Addams

TRUST ME | Mercredi Addams

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Avila Irmord, nouvelle a l'académie de Nevermorre suite a une 2 tentative de meurtre rater, être envoyer la bas et sa punition. Avila et froide, méchante, désagréable. Et souvent égoïste. Le profile type d'une fille que l'ont ne veut pas fréquenter. Mais après avoir rencontrer Mercredi, des certaines sensation se feront reconnaitre dans le corps des deux jeunes mais quelles sont c'est sensation ?
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Anneliese

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