Addams Curse
The Addamses' youngest son was cursed by Aunt Debbie when he was a baby. Despite returning to normal, as the years passed, his family noticed that Pubert became increasingly healthy. Fluffy cheeks, high dimples, and bright eyes. There was nothing Grandma Addams could do, her great-grandson was destined to be a healthy, loving young man for the rest of his life. And what was left was to accept and love him, even though he was so strange...
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Milla Sousa (Kori Hime), 40 anos Professora e escritora. Formada na Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro. Moderadora. Atua no gerenciamento de conteúdo do site, auxilia os usuários através do Suporte, apura denúncias de violação das regras, avalia as recomendações enviadas pelos usuários.
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“Guys, Curse Addams is one of the cutest and hottest things I've ever read here on Nyah Fanfiction! It's obvious right, it's written by Kori Hime, it's obvious that it would be a perfect masterpiece! The story is small, it only has four chapters, but it is very well written and the characters and plot are very well developed! Full credit to the author! The interaction between Pubert and the rest of the family, especially Mortícia and Wandinha, is pure gold and produces memorable and beautiful scenes! Anyway, Addams' Curse should be mandatory reading in every school and college in the world! Everyone come and read this masterpiece by Kori Hime!”
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