* * * * * * COMPLETED * * * * * * Pure: adj. - untainted with evil or guilt: pure innocence - absolute; utter; sheer: pure joy - free from moral taint or defilement: pure love a story in which an unknown 25 year old man and an innocent 17 year old girl get in contact with each other by texting but what the girl doesn't know about the man, is that he has a kink a daddy kink "And maybe if you weren't so pure, you woudn't have all these daddy issues." © 2014 by angellwt_. All rights reserved. WARNING: this story contains sexual content and strong language this story also contains an age gap read at own risk! [highest ranking: #39 in 'Fanfiction' 2015 - #54 in 'feels' 2018 - #11 in 'obedience' 2019 - #15 in 'pure' 2020] MATURE

Abscond (verb): to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. // "They had to run, run for their lives." WARNING: Extremely explicit sexual content and language. Only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2016 ©

Adeline, the pastors not-so-innocent daughter. Harry, the sexually frustrated atheist. "Kneel by your bed and pray to your God before I spank the shít out of you, baby girl."

She'd always wanted to be with someone He'd always wanted to be alone

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

"My love for her was forbidden but the lust I felt was never forgotten" Looking at her made my heart skip beats but I fought against it knowing that each single feeling I felt for her was wrong. But fate or whatever you want to call it brought us to each other. Little did I know the girl I fell for, the girl that learned my darkest thoughts and fears would be... My student. "Our hearts connected as one without thought of the consequences" Being in love wasn't something common to me. Nor did I ever think it would be. But, beginning the school year with a new understanding of the word "love" made it seem possible. It was possible for me to find the right person. Someone to confine in and lay in bed at night and confess your darkest fears, and hopes. Little did I know that person would be...My teacher.

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)