Satta Matka Greasing

Hulk was a pro football player, a guy who loved nothing more than clutching a pigskin and barreling through the defense like a runaway freight train. He lived for the gridiron. But he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he'd see a pair of nipples bigger than a football. He became a giant baby, reborn with a new name: Orion. Orion was the runt of the giant litter, the weakest of the bunch. But when he turned ten, something crazy happened. He saw a strange panel – that not only displayed his stats but also helped him level up. With the panel's help, and a whole lot of elbow grease, Orion led his giant tribe to become the most powerful in the Barren Mountains. He went from zero to hero, becoming a mighty Titan King. He was no longer the runt; he was the top dog.

Lilian fleur Queen, jest pół Brytyjką i pół Filipinką. Jej matka była byłą członkinią organizacji zabójców, która zakochała się w jej ojcu, którego uważała za zwykłego faceta. Ale okazało się, że był interpolem. Organizacja wpadła we wściekłość z powodu tego, co zrobiła jej matka, myśląc, że jest kretem w organizacji w tamtym czasie i wydała rozkaz zabicia jej rodziców, w tym jej. Ale odkrywając, jak utalentowana jest Lilian. Obie strony, rząd i zabójcy, zmieniają plan Zaczęli być obsesyjnie nastawieni na zdobycie dziecka. Ale jej rodzice są zbyt wyrozumiali, aby zawsze się od nich wymykać, przez ponad sześć lat. Ale potem pojawił się młody gość, najlepszy zabójca klasy, który przeszedł szkolenie w rządzie, udało mu się ich znaleźć, ale informacja wyciekła do organizacji zabójców po drugiej stronie. I tam sytuacja stała się do bani.

In a world, similar to earth, with a lush planet and advanced technologies,near cyberpunk mixed with old technologies and ideologies, a millennia ago, a very power god, worked hand in hand with an extremely advanced race, to combine technology and magic, making this world known as Lua, undergo changes, with 10 continents, each with its own nations, to change, people gained a system, the systems helped grant a class, some were combat, others engineer, and some everyday professions, like blacksmiths, armorers, even actors had classes be born into existence, well on year 2153, a particular short statured girl------ named Silver Hailstorm, whom just turned sixteen, the age of the system awakening and also the day she has to register her class with the kingdoms hunters association, something some dread for their weak or common class, others look forward to, but on this day, silver is treating it like any other. Working in the family owned mechanic and armor fitting shop, where most of the clientele is military vehicles, the money is decent,but not enough to help us climb the social pedigree and gain a spot in a tier 2 city. Silver is a cat girl standing at only four feet tall, making her no bigger than the dwarves, and no less aggressive as them, usually wearing her mechanic coveralls, and a black tank top, the upper part of the coveralls tied around her waist, and her over sized weilding gloves, and weilding goggles adorning the top of her hair, grease stains can be seen all over her, but uncaring to all this as she works on taking the damaged armor panels off the hover troop transport. A vehicle that has a very similar appearance to a humvee or Bear, on earth. Her Dad, Also a Cat person, here they are just known as nekos from here on thats how they will be addressed, burst through the office door into the bay while trying his best to yell over the drown of loud rock music, and the industrial grinder. "Sil!...Sil! you have to go awaken and register your system!". Barely hearing him over the noise, silver cuts the grinder off before walking over to her dad, giving a quick hug before dashing out while tossing over her reply. "thanks dad for the reminder im leaving now!" And like the neko she has always been, fast and too agile for her own good she sprints down to the office, her small size allowing her to zigzag and at times perform acrobatics to not bump into people, a feat larger people would struggle to repeat as she does, rushing to the office about half an hour away from the shop on foot. She laughs and cackles on glee and the sheer freedom and speed she is going through so mych foot traffic, being a tier one city with more than twenty million people in it, theres always a lot of foot traffic.Some people who have seen her in traffic before are used to her antics while others are awestruck and surprised as she flashes by, her red pixie cute hair fluttering around her and her red and white stripped hears easily seen as she does flipps and dives over people into the tiny spots in the crowd. After a near flat out run, for 15 solid minutes, making it outside the huge hunters building, where hundreds of thousands of new hunters and old are streaming in for various reasons, some are just like her here to activate the system and see what they awakened as and to register.Walking in and looking around having to hop several feet in the air a few times to survey over the crowd, in doing so drawing some attention from several group all around wondering if she is part rabbit or something, some of the people in line in front and behind her giggle and laugh and a couple dwarves smirk as they realize what she is trying to do before she finally sees that she actually randomly selected the correct line on the first try. "phew, made it, and im not dead last, hopefully i awakened something with machine..." she says,a bit of forshadowing.

Sometimes dreams come true, even the impossible ones. Martin never expected to get a summer job as a mechanic at GP2 one day. As if that was not enough, he will work on his idol's car! The racing driver, however, turns out to be different than what the media shows him, as if he had something dark inside him ... With the smell of grease, gasoline and car oil, Martin learns more about life than he could ever expect. All events, characters and organizations are fictional. The resemblance to any real person, organization, or event is purely coincidental. Cover made using AI and my own work.

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Content warning: Horror thoughts She waits with a watchful eye, staring at the pasta. It doesn’t boil. Pacing back and forth across the empty kitchen with the useless pots and pans still in the creaky cupboard, she adds another pinch of salt to the pasta. It still doesn’t boil. She thinks about putting on a bit of music while she waits, but the downstairs neighbors hate when she does that, and she can’t remember where she last left her headphones. They might be in her coat pocket or they might not, perhaps she left them on top of the back bed in the room with the leftover textbooks. Or maybe she didn’t, maybe she left them hanging off the tiny coat rack, right next to her keys. Wherever she left them it’s too much work to run and find them, especially when the pot might boil soon. As soon as it boils, she’ll put the pasta in. As soon as it boils. The tiny apartment is only temporary, and the only burner fizzles on her. She coaxes it, fights it, begs it to make a bigger flame but it does not, settling proudly for the dull little spark that it is. Blowing on a flame coaxes a campfire; she wonders if it’ll help the stove. Probably not. She watches the blue flame dance and stares right through it. Her phone lights up. She has a notification, another message she’s not going to read. Why bother, when she knows exactly what it will say? Still, she checks the name. She reads the first two letters and flips the phone over, wincing as it lands a bit too hard on the counter. Fortunately, it’s not cracked. Unfortunately, that part of the counter is still covered in uncleaned bacon grease from his disaster yesterday, and now her phone is too. The television buzzes a commercial from the living area, or whatever passes as such. She cranes her neck to check the ad, but it's not selling anything good, just some sort of medical plan for old people, the kind of thing she couldn't afford even if she chopped off both arms and sold them. When she left home, she swore up and down she wasn’t ever going to be the kind of person who left the TV on. She wasn’t going to eat in front of it, didn’t even need a good model really, just something to use to occasionally watch old cartoons and maybe a new show if he wanted to. Now, the TV is always on, always buzzing, always saying something, just a little too quiet to hear. The pot on the stove is still not boiling. She thinks she remembered to top the water off with cold water, but maybe she didn’t. She wonders if throwing in a tablespoon or two now will change anything. Probably not; her greasy phone buzzes again. She flips it over, checks the name, and turns it back down. He’s not going to write her. She knows that. Still, she checks, just in case. Banana bread would probably be a smart thing to make,

...if we do not change the future we shall be compelled to endure it. -Alvin Toffler Synopsis: Violetta was raised to be independent. She was raised to think through her problems, and she was raised to be spoiled. She was the Daughter of a noble woman, and a commoner man. This just wasn’t done in Nobility. Her Mother was proud, cool, and fought the class system from within the nobility. Her Father was also very proud, but didn’t always take credit for the good he did. He was gentle. Violetta was definitely a daddy’s girl. One day everything she thought she knew changes. Her parents' marriage fell apart when the new maid came into the house with her son. Knowing that the boy was not at fault for the grown-ups falling apart around them, she befriends the boy, but still avoids his mother. She had to go back and forth between the houses, and now… Everything is about to change again. It turns out, Violetta is a Princess. How does this young, rocket building, grease monkey become a princess? **** “Just look at it, I have to start all over again anyway. There's something wrong with the kanthal coil over here,” she pointed out a spot near the robot’s chest. “Because when I connect this component to the indutor, I’m getting an adverse reaction.” She frowned, not watching his face at all. She began to get more technical in her speech and movements as she showed him what was wrong with it. At first when he had heard her speak, he thought she was just copying words her father had said. But as she kept speaking about inductors, and vaporizers that will enable the robot to run on steam and sunlight, he became convinced. This little brat really did build this robot. And now she was asking him for advice? How was he supposed to know!? He wasn’t a mechanic or an engineer. He looked at her a little lost, as she looked at him expectantly. He swallowed loudly. “I... I don’t know about robots,” he admitted honestly.

"Maybe I did something wrong! But is it really enough to warrant me this kind of execution?" Lilith Mauwa, a gray-eyed girl, is suddenly murdered in an alleyway by a man she swore she never met. Revived by the Dark Goddess herself, she is reincarnated for a chance to uncover the reason behind her murder. But... she's been given the host of a cyan colored cat. By the time she's awaken, her killer has already taken the lives of 6 other people. Will she be able to stop him in time?

Moral, or Mo for short, and Virgil lived in the city. The city where lights stayed on until 4 AM with faint noises of the ambulance rushing through at midnight. They lived in a small apartment in an alleyway with greased bricks, creating a slippery welcome into their doorway. MoVi is a "MoVie" like love story, but raw, and real like reality as it captures first love and the heartbreak that comes along with it.

She works at the cafe, called, Cafe D'Or. There seems to be gossip around her. Shy, quiet, but a beast if offended. She is 22 years old, long black hair, black eyes, 1.65 m tall. She has a degree in logistics. But she couldn't find a job, because of one of her old school friends. An unexpected encounter will change her life and career forever. But things are not always simple. And she has to arm herrself with elbow grease.