diesel startup

[Warning: 3 rich girls detected within 15 meters. Incubus Pheromones activated.] [Recommendation: Flee. Or flirt. Your call.] Lux Vaelthorn wanted three things: a good coffee, peace and quiet, and zero responsibilities. What he got? A mansion, a bounty for his soul and a bunch of heiresses fighting over who gets to be his first “investment.” As the heir of Greed and Lust, Lux was born to dominate markets, hearts, and boardrooms. But after centuries of cleaning up his parents’ messes in the underworld, he rage-quit Hell’s finance department and took a hundred-year vacation to the mortal realm. His problem? Even without trying, he’s too hot, too rich, and too magnetic. His Incubus Pheromones seduce emotionally unstable rich girls like clockwork. His Greed System scans bank accounts like X-rays. And thanks to a “minor” celestial bounty on his soul, some entities either want to marry him… or murder him. Lux just wanted caffeine. Now he’s got a mansion full of beautiful heiresses, a schedule full of power plays, and a city that thinks he’s a billionaire playboy CEO. Fine. If he can’t nap… he might as well rule. ------ Join my discord channel for illustrations: https://discord.gg/mSRHyMVhnG Bonus Chapters! *600 Power Stone = 1 bonus chapter *400 Golden Ticket= 1 bonus chapter *Magic Castle= 4 bonus chapters *Space Craft= 6 bonus chapters Important Note: No NTR, No Yuri, No rape. Tags: Mature Content , R-18 ,Gore, Comedy , Monster Girls , Goddess, Succubus , Magic , Demons , Devil , Beasts , Action , Overpowered , Harem , System , Servants , Handsome Male Lead , Smart Male Lead, Economic and Financial genius Male Lead and Slice of Life.

[Warnung: 3 reiche Mädchen innerhalb von 15 Metern erkannt. Inkubus-Pheromone aktiviert.] [Empfehlung: Fliehen. Oder flirten. Deine Entscheidung.] Lux Vaelthorn wollte drei Dinge: einen guten Kaffee, Ruhe und Frieden und keine Verantwortung. Was er bekam? Eine Villa, ein Kopfgeld auf seine Seele und einen Haufen Erbinnen, die darum kämpfen, wer seine erste "Investition" sein darf. Als Erbe von Gier und Lust wurde Lux geboren, um Märkte, Herzen und Vorstandsetagen zu dominieren. Doch nach Jahrhunderten, in denen er die Unordnung seiner Eltern in der Unterwelt beseitigt hatte, kündigte er wütend in der Finanzabteilung der Hölle und nahm einen hundertjährigen Urlaub im Reich der Sterblichen. Sein Problem? Selbst ohne es zu versuchen, ist er zu heiß, zu reich und zu magnetisch. Seine Inkubus-Pheromone verführen emotional instabile reiche Mädchen wie ein Uhrwerk. Sein Gier-System scannt Bankkonten wie Röntgenstrahlen. Und dank eines "kleinen" himmlischen Kopfgelds auf seine Seele wollen einige Wesen ihn entweder heiraten... oder ermorden. Lux wollte nur Koffein. Jetzt hat er eine Villa voller schöner Erbinnen, einen Terminkalender voller Machtspiele und eine Stadt, die ihn für einen Milliardär und Playboy-CEO hält. In Ordnung. Wenn er nicht schlafen kann... könnte er genauso gut herrschen. Wichtige Information: Kein NTR, kein Yuri, keine Vergewaltigung. Tags: Erwachseneninhalte, R-18, Gore, Komödie, Monster-Mädchen, Göttin, Sukkubus, Magie, Dämonen, Teufel, Bestien, Action, Übermächtig, Harem, System, Diener, Gutaussehender männlicher Protagonist, Intelligenter männlicher Protagonist, Wirtschafts- und Finanzgenie als männlicher Protagonist und Alltagsleben.

[Avertissement : 3 filles riches détectées à moins de 15 mètres. Phéromones d'Incube activées.] [Recommandation : Fuyez. Ou flirtez. C'est votre choix.] Lux Vaelthorn voulait trois choses : un bon café, la paix et la tranquillité, et zéro responsabilité. Ce qu'il a obtenu ? Un manoir, une prime pour son âme et un groupe d'héritières se disputant pour savoir qui sera son premier « investissement ». En tant qu'héritier de l'Avidité et de la Luxure, Lux est né pour dominer les marchés, les cœurs et les salles de conseil. Mais après des siècles à nettoyer les dégâts de ses parents dans les enfers, il a quitté avec rage le département des finances de l'Enfer et a pris des vacances de cent ans dans le royaume mortel. Son problème ? Même sans essayer, il est trop beau, trop riche et trop magnétique. Ses Phéromones d'Incube séduisent les filles riches émotionnellement instables comme une horloge. Son Système d'Avidité scanne les comptes bancaires comme des rayons X. Et grâce à une « petite » prime céleste sur son âme, certaines entités veulent soit l'épouser... soit le tuer. Lux voulait juste de la caféine. Maintenant, il a un manoir rempli de belles héritières, un emploi du temps plein de jeux de pouvoir, et une ville qui le prend pour un PDG milliardaire playboy. Très bien. S'il ne peut pas faire la sieste... autant régner. ------ Note importante : Pas de NTR, pas de Yuri, pas de viol. Tags : Contenu mature, R-18, Gore, Comédie, Filles monstres, Déesse, Succube, Magie, Démons, Diable, Bêtes, Action, Surpuissant, Harem, Système, Serviteurs, Beau protagoniste masculin, Protagoniste masculin intelligent, Protagoniste masculin génie économique et financier et Tranches de vie.

Imagine the Knights of the Round Table in a Diesel Punk world. After the murder of his father Uther, Arthur Pendragon escaped to the east with his Godfather, Sir Percival Gifford. Raised with the best education, both martial and Academic, He learned the ways of the world far from his homeland. Years later he returned to take back the throne that was his by birth. In so doing, destroying the dark and murderous reign of his Uncle, The Duke of Gloucester. With the prophesized return of the true born King, Arthur must take up the mantle and lead his loyal troops to victory. Follow Arthur as he battles to reclaim the Diesel Throne. ________________________________________________________________ I have rejigged the story with shorter chapters and more accurate editing. (Hopefully) If you have some constructive critisisms, or just thoughts and ideas, you are very welcome. Please Enjoy

A young, brand new truck driver learns the ropes of the trucking industry and lessons on life as he treads the roads of the United States with a series of misfit trainers and co-drivers. Getting into misadventures and omnishambles while dealing with outrageous dangers and hazards on the road, Andrew struggles to reach his ultimate goals: to drive a million miles, and a make a million dollars.

One of teenage boy dies under our famous god of death called 'The Truck'. He met a goddess who is embodiment of all punk genres. She says to the boy that, he is chosen 'randomly' for a coming contest, called the "MultiPunkVerse". She said to him that you will be given 1 gift, two wishes in one form. MC was thrown in the diesel punk world. Where he will experience daily struggle of apocalyptic, dystopian, diesel powered machines, and unknown diesel creatures. He also will experience our so called every day royal fight, noble fight, hierarchy fight, love rivals, secret organizations, cults, cannibals, etc. So if you're interested then just give it a glance. By the way, real story will begin after chapter 10.

After learning about his father past, Maddoxx decided to follow its steps and train to become a mercenary. A old friend of his father send him to a place where he will learn everything he needs to surpass his dad With the help of his crazy and weird friends he met in the training, he creates a Mercenary Group. Other than just doing its mission, Madd and his crew mess around a lot and create a lot of enemies all along the way.

It is well past midnight and sleep evades me; my very mind feels heavy and painful inside of my own skull. Even as I write this, I must rely on a machine to type out the words for me as my hands are not steady enough to hold a pen. Sweat paints my forehead despite the chilling night air wafting in through my study window. I realize now that this is the only way I can find any form of solace or peace. I write this now not as a last will and testament for the encroaching end I know is just lurking in the shadows between dusk and dawn. My body is aged and withered, but not beyond what my own arts cannot restore. Truly I could live beyond the years of this physical form if I so chose, but my end is not in my own hands I fear… no, my death will come to be; soon. So, I choose to write this as a confession of my sins.

Aarav D’Souza’s life sucks. He works a dead-end call center job, lives in a shoebox apartment, and the love of his life ghosted him for a billionaire’s son. He’s broke, bored, and one bad Monday away from losing it all. Then one night, something weird happens—a glitch in the air, a shimmer behind a shuttered old shop, and a feeling like reality just twitched. Turns out, there’s another world. A world with no idea about his world’s memes, tech, or street-smart hustle. And they’ve got stuff we haven’t even dreamed of. Now, Aarav’s got a foot in both worlds—and he’s ready to trade. One idea here, one invention there, and maybe—just maybe—he’ll go from call center nobody to multiverse startup boss. It’s time to monetize the glitch. Note - “This novel was co-written using AI to accelerate the creative process. All characters and storylines are original.”

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!