⚠️THIS WAS MY SECOND BOOK SO HALFWAY BEWARE?⚠️ A girl named Reign has been sick the eighteen years she's been alive. She dreams about a gorgeous boy with dark brown hair and electric blue eyes. The only thing she gets really happy off of is going to sleep and seeing somebody that isn't even real... Or is he? [WARNING] There is going to be some curse words if you don't like that, then don't read and put irrational comments. Thank you. ;* Also this is a interracial relationship book meaning a black women and white man dating, a Brazilian women and black man dating, and a white women and black man dating. The list could go on. If you do not like that then please don't read the book and don't put rude fucking comments about interracial dating. Thank you ! :)

Audra Jones left Miami after her longtime boyfriend Antonio cheated on her. Refusing to pity her life, she decides to move on by relocating to Italy. Once there. she crosses paths with the handsome, but blind, Danté Lombardi. Sometimes aggressive, he has his own story of heartbreak and woes. As time progresses, they will both soon see that there is more to life than what meets the eye.

"I dont care what your color is baby all I want is you" Mareo says. Diamond Lane is new to the country and what she doesnt know is that she will have a hard time. Where her grand parents live Colors and whites dont get along like they should. But all people arent the same. Diamond meets Mareo Vasquez a emo boy with a heart made of gold the only problem they face is......their two different colors. Will they become friends and see if things will work or will they leave each other alone and continue the segregation? Read on and see....♡♡♡♡♥♥♥♥ Copy Right intended....all rights are reserved anybody caught copying any part of this story will be terminated by George Fisher Law Firm.

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.