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I uploaded all the new parts of the story as one pdf. The link is below: Novel So Far P 2

By: Asa Montreaux They slept again after that, though the night, and until early in the morning. They awoke around 4 30 am, and found the apartment cold from having the window broken.  “I guess I should get that fixed right away,” Holden said. “Yes! Get it fixed right away!” And there was something else on her mind. “Holden who was that?” “I don’t know. It was nobody,” he said. But there was more he needed to say. “It is possible we have a stalker. I don’t know how to say this, but it is possible I have seen him before.”  “Oh, no!” She said, as she grabbed him in her arms and hugged him. He knew to hug her back. “I believe you, is it bad?” He was not sure how much to say right at first. Though he obviously had to tell her everything. “You know, I think I have seen three, four times. It could be, and Salazar thinks it could be quite bad. They are sure he is stalking us, actually. They are sure it is often.” “Is it all the time? Oh my goodness?” “I have to say Salazar says it is...

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Hey guys,  Let me tell you about something new. I have been involved in politics by influencing and volunteering in elections, and one day I think I’ll be a lot more in politics. But sometimes we don’t know where to go with our governments. It’s time I contribute an idea to Politics, and it is a large idea, but it does not amount to an ideology. The first proposition of Asaism is the end of ideology, and the beginning of rapid change to the society, as it is.  We will not destroy it, but just begin augmenting it at rapid speed. Societies will become entities that are fully nurtured by their governments, but also supported by the GDP of corporations and small businesses. Cities will stretch further, though highways will be replaced by high speed railways to allow everyone to get to the city centre as quickly as possible. As if they had lived there, even. This will allow the prices of homes to be diminished, and allow for everyone to have their own home. Micro homes will make up...

By Asa Montreaux * A few minutes later they were laying on the couch, with a duvet blanket from the bed draped over them. They had wiped themselves with Kleenex, I mean to say anything they hadn’t eaten off each other. He livingly caressed her hair, twirling it, and she dozed a few times, though woke up, having the thought in her dream, that she needed to kiss him, and she kissed him each time. After a while, Salazar need to go to the bathroom. Hahaha. I’m only joking. …Holden needed to go to the bathroom, and he moved her arm carefully from under his, and then set her body fully on the couch, and moved to the bathroom.  When he walked into the bathroom, it seemed it was occupied, because the stalker was in there. I mean, he must have been feeling a bit off, he was usually so smooth. But there he was on the toilet, masterbating harder than had ever seen any human masterbate, like online, or anything. He could only think, ‘what the fuck…’. But quickly he realized he needed to do som...

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Right now there was no time to think about it anymore. Fioanae was on her way over to fuck him. Was there anything she even knew. No, though she had wanted to spend every second together lately. What if this stalker was someone you knew? What if he served you coffee, or opened a door for you? What if he could get right into your life, and interact with you? …And you would not even know it? Fionae was just slightly more scared the last few times he saw her. As of yet she had nothing to say about it, anytime you asked how are you feeling, she said fine, or good. But she was scared. Holden knew the stalker was not just out there, but constantly up to something. He realized he was probably so good,  you couldn’t tell the way he was affecting you. It would almost seem there was nothing he had done. She opened the door. She had a key, though from time to she rang and waited for him to answer. And then she would grab his neck kiss him with all of her spit and tongue.  Sometimes after...

* Holden was not an investigator, though he was the one living the story. It was his life, when this serial killer came around and watched him. When the serial killer came into his home, and was in the same room. What were the chances the killer would attack? It actually seemed incredibly likely. Serial killers obviously stalk their prey, toy with them a while, and then make a move to kill them. It was many a night that Holden would awake, sweating, flustered, frightened, from a dream were he was right about to die at the hands of his serial killer stalker. In a handful of the dreams, Holden had died, and awoken after. Nothing had happened in these dreams, after he died. He had laid on the ground, where he had died, and gazed up at the killer, killing his wife, in every single dream except one. In the other dream sequence, he found himself already buried, his eyes open, looking up the coffin, unable to move, and not able to breath, before he awoke. And when he awoke he felt his breath ...

Time to get the party started with these two. It’s fucking 11 50 and I’m horny and bothered for a fuck as possible. Sometimes I am thinking if only I had two dicks. I grab one and fucking pierce her cheek. A whole swab of it, the size of a dick gone. Then I put my dick in her mouth, hard as a fucking rock, and then I put it through the new fuckin’ hole. I can feel her mouth damn good and it’s rubbing’ her tongue and shit, and then I’m bringing the other one in. I stick my dick in her mouth two. Fucking half it’s in her mouth, half’s in the other chicks mouth. Then I’m pounded both of their mouths at once. The pleasure is fucking outrageous, and the power is fucking awesome. Literally two mouths at once, and two mouths fully at once. Oh fucking fuck yea.   I’m gay when I want to be. And this is maybe what I will do with Holden and his twat girlfriend. Just fucking take em’ both at the same time. Oh my god the pleasure from that is so fuckigng intense. And I am just going fucking cum...

What a fucking prick. I was waiting while he’s writing. Did he have to rub not out? I had had to. Like thirty times. But he doesn’t know that. It’s so easy when you get your hands on his work. To fucking analyze it, and read his fucking mind. It’s because of that I can read his mind. He’s so fucked because I just know what the fuck he’s thinking 24 fucking 7. If he ever wanted to get away from me, he could buy a ticket to anywhere in the world, and I’d be there within fucking twenty minutes.   One time he went to the bathroom. I snuck in and came all over desk, while I was jacking on his chair. Oh my go some of this writing was so good. I got some on his chair, which is felt, but I wiped it up before it sunk it so he’ll never know. Ah, oh oh oh, aghhhh. I imagined I was the writer there a bit, just writing a mile a minute, just fucking high on being so fucking good. Ah, oh oh oh, aghhhhhhhhhh. There are something he’ll never know. After that I slipped out to the hallway of the apar...

Sometimes things bother me too, not literally everything is a party. I have my phone on the ground in front of me and I pick it up and check on my favourite friend Holden. He thinks I never leave his side. Hahahaha. I almost never do. Though sometimes there is some one else to stock!!! I managed to leave a camera so we can try a bit of a distance stalk-prey relationship, while I just take care of a few things. I can see his pretty face in the camera. Though not as pretty as his girlfriend, who is going to be the first person brought back to life by a dick to be killed again. I can’t fucking wait.   Earlier his girlfriend took it in the mouth backwards while hanging from his neck with her legs around his shoulders. It was pretty sexy and I am definitely going to kill him for that. Just kidding. I already knew that!!! I’m going to kill extra gruesome for that, though. Then it is just back to writing, or watching some tv. Sometimes that guy has writer’s block. I wanted to tell him to ...

And that’s when I do it. I grab something I left on the table. A miniature sculpture of a dick. You know dick size. It’s ceramic. And I shatter it on the first one’s head. It shatters, but I still have along shard in my hand, which is filling with blood. And then I thrust the knife into the second one’s neck, and slice it open wide. Their’s blood gushing out of her whole neck like a geyser, as she falls to the floor screaming. The first one fell silently to the floor. Right after, I have my dick out. I pulled my pants down, grabbed it, jacked a little, and then I started killing them with it. Hitting them over and over with my dick. The thing is bleeding itself. It’s getting purple. But I beat them, and beat them, until they mother fucking died. Then with is super swollen, twice as big as normal, I stuffed my dick in both their mouths, and fucked them until I had come six times in both their mouths, and I couldn’t feel anything in my whole body I’d lost so much blood, except all the pa...

* Are they ready to take the mother fuckin’ plunge and ditch this joint? With me. I gotta give em’ something good. Listen, I’m having a party up at my penthouse, above Central Park. Just a few of the Knicks, a few political types. Politicians, really. What do you say you come up, have some champagne, spend some time on the balcony. No strings attached. Sure, they say. They thought about it a second or something, but in the end I knew they couldn’t wait to get to the fucking party. They couldn’t wait to be above the park going ah ah ah rubbing their clits while feeling better than everyone. That’s a fact. So here we go, I got em steppin’ in a limo, tricked outta their fucking minds. Little do they know as we’re driving off, the drinks off gave them have a little bit of ambient slipped in, so they’ll be super docile and compliant when we get to the apartment. We’re laughin’ and laughin’ I’m making shit about The Lakers, and Andrew Coumo and all this shit. I’ve even made a few names up an...