No Saints Here || R.C

Charlotte Devereaux was raised to be perfect, perfect daughter, perfect ballerina, perfect pawn.

But when tragedy rips through her life, the girl who once danced under the spotlight finds herself shackled and lost to even herself, forced into a marriage she never asked for, bound to a boy everyone swears is a monster.

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Rafe Cameron has demons that don't stay buried. Coke on his tongue, blood on his knuckles, he's destruction wrapped in a Kook's designer shirt.

But beneath the ruin is something raw, something even he doesn't recognize until Charlotte collides into his orbit: a flicker of hope, a chance to be more than the devil he's become.

There are no saints here. Only sinners, survivors, and the ones reckless and stupid enough to love anyway.

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"Maybe we're both lost," he says, voice softer than I've ever heard it.

I don't need saving.

And I sure as hell don't need him.

So why does it feel like he's the only one who really sees me?

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Arranged Marriage trope.
A Rafe Cameron Fanfic.
No -Gold- plot.

This book is based on the Show "Outer Banks" all rights to the characters excluding The Devereauxs, and any other characters not part of the OBX universe, belong to whoever created the show.