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Akunne
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Ongoing, First published Jun 23, 2019
Mature
"But I'm black and you are white ....isn't our love bound to be a taboo? "
she said looking at him, fighting back the hot tears that threatened to fall 
"it doesn't matter...I love you;you love me that's all that matters"

Join the never ending love story of Akunne and John who struggle to stay together even in their colour difference

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》Everyday we seem to be attached to each other. It cannot be a coincidence anymore...《 ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ {Disclaimer} Based on real life events. Names were changed. This is an original story. Contains bad language and slightly depicts racism but keep in mind that I don't mean to hurt any one reading these insults! Please be aware that I am against of racism! Thank you. Anyway, enjoy!💝 Share and like this story but do not steal it!