best cycling stories

Ardent cycling enthusiast Huang Chong accidentally falls off a cliff while descending a winding mountain road and is reborn back in the year 2022. At this moment, Vingegaard is teaming up with his teammate Roglič on Stage 11 of the Tour de France, frantically attacking the seemingly invincible Pogačar. Watching the live race broadcast, Huang Chong dreams of nothing more than becoming a world-class Road Cyclist, riding like a storm, competing side-by-side and battling it out with these idols of his on the World Tour stage! As one chosen and favored by fate, the perks of being a reincarnator are never absent. While being advised by a fellow cyclist on how to improve his weaknesses, he activates his own cheat system: [Cycling Optimization System].

Nkechi being the daughter of a renowned cycler decides to put a stop to her boring lifestyle and pursue her passion for cycling and Decides to start training to enter a cycling competition. She suddenly comes in contact with two handsome men, Brume who also competes in the competition and is the CEO of a bicycle company with a mysterious underground drug business and Efe who is a renowned writer. She is struck by love at first sight and torn into a love entanglement between the two men who love her dearly. She realises that the men were related and it almost caused an issue, and something fascinating happened when her best friend Aisha admitted to being in love with one of them.

Once upon time, there was a normal human teenage boy who commits himself to his daily life alone. Living alone was not easy for him, since he was abandoned by his mother for some reason. Since he was the son of his very own mother, his relatives didn't accept him, they were disgusted by their existence. But one night, on that particular time, his life changed. A scarlet meteor, red as blood recklessly landed to where he was standing. Fear never froze him, he just watching it thrust its way on his location with his lifeless eyes... Eyes that tells he was in despair. *Kaboom!!! The sensation of time around became odd, a mana-like and radiating figure that seems to be a lady appears, approached, embraced then kissed him. As the purple light of threads radiating around them, a disturbing light blocks his sight and lost his conscious.

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. Reluctant Princess “Syd,” I say. “If I were to step down as heir, would there be a place for me here?” She reaches out and takes my hand again. “Without question,” she says. “Any time, come as you are, you betcha. And hell no. Yes, because I miss you and love you and it’s not the same without you. The kids adore you, life is better when you’re here.” She looks away from me, up at the star-filled sky. Her sorrow is a living thing between us, my wolf snuffling at it and whining. “And no, because you are so much more than a servant to anyone. And if you came back, I’d worry it was for the wrong reasons.” Seven years have passed since Charlotte took her place as heir to the werenation. Still unmated and resisting her position, she longs for freedom she will never have, and life with a mortal man she loves. When a powerful new pack appears, Charlotte is instantly suspicious. Cicero Caine and his weres aren’t exactly what they seem. But the arrival of old enemies and a rising threat to all werewolves throws the wereprincess into the middle of a vast conspiracy, challenging the very foundations of what she’s been taught to believe.

He is the heir of nothing. No prophecy named him. The last remnant of humanity in a world that has forgotten men. And he will rise. The House of Humans is no more. Deep within the forests of the Northshard, the House of Elves shields itself from the outside world. The House of Vampires, long silent, now roars for blood. The House of Dragons hangs by a fragile thread, its fate wavering. The House of Demons has gazed upon its own death, and in the desert sands of time, the House of Djinn begins to wither and fade. The Houses of the Northshard now face a new enemy. An enemy they cannot defeat. Not alone. Only by uniting all six Houses can they hope to survive. But the House of Humans is gone, and without it, the Northshard will fall. The Humans are gone... Or are they?

When a sacred ceremony meant to bless his future instead brands him an outcast, Shiro’s life shatters in an instant. Torn from his parents and hunted by the Temple’s agents, he finds unexpected refuge in the sprawling estate of the noble House Archlight, where childhood friend Selene Varenthal—headstrong heir to the house—claims him as her own. Caught between the political schemes of the Temple and the pride of Selene’s father, Lord Varenthal, Shiro struggles to find his place. Though gifted with raw potential, his training in magic proves harsh and unforgiving, leaving him a prodigy in some arts but vulnerable in others. Yet with Selene’s loyalty, the warmth of his little sisters, and the shadow of his parents’ captivity, Shiro’s determination grows. But safety is fragile. When an ambush on a quiet road forces Shiro to defend Selene with blood and fire, he earns the wary respect of her father—only to draw the Temple’s wrath more sharply upon them all. In secret chambers, high priests plot to expand their influence, even at the cost of lives. And as Shiro’s parents risk everything to escape the Temple’s chains, tragedy strikes, leaving only a desperate reunion—and a devastating revelation. Now bound to House Archlight and entangled in powers far larger than himself, Shiro stands at the threshold of destiny. The game has only just begun.

She lost her parent in a ghastly motor accident, at the age of 10. Few years has passed..... The bell door rings continuously, urgh.... What! Who is this? with a dizzy face like.... she went to reach the door handle sluggishly, she forcefully opened it so wide. She said, who are you? She looked up annoyingly.... All of a sudden, she was overwhelmed; He stood in front of her, at her door step. A tall light skin, beautiful body structure elegant looking man, he was stirring right directly in her eyes. He has this blue sexy set of eyes, while he opened those beautiful lips; She is in awe.... Murmuring in her mind 'how could he, be this handsome' He stretch is hand out for an handshake, my name is David blue, I'm your new neighbor! she responded, my name is Barrister Olivia Benjamin, with a beautiful smile.

The first mistake humanity made was believing the apocalypse wanted them dead. It began everywhere at once. No prophecy. No chosen hero. No explanation. One moment, the world was ordinary. The next, impossible messages appeared across the sky, creatures that should not exist began appearing among the living, and humanity discovered that the rules it had lived by were no longer the only ones that mattered. At first, people thought the world was ending. They were wrong. An end would have been simpler. Kael was only a student when it began. He had no weapon. No class. No plan. Nothing that should have made him special. And nothing that should have allowed him to survive what came next. But he did. Barely. What begins as a desperate struggle to stay alive soon reveals something far larger. The world is changing. So are the people inside it. Levels can be gained. Strength can be earned. Bodies can become capable of things that should have been impossible. And humanity has been given something strangely close to a chance. That may be the most frightening part. Because every new rule raises another question. Why give people the means to grow stronger in a world designed to kill them? Why reward survival? Why allow humanity to adapt at all? And if this is only the first Cycle... what exactly are they being prepared for? Kael has no answers. Neither does anyone else. For now, surviving the next hour is difficult enough. But hour by hour, level by level, the old world is becoming something humanity may no longer recognize. Some people will adapt. Some will break. Some will become something else entirely. And sooner or later, humanity will have to confront a possibility far more unsettling than the end of the world. Perhaps this was never an apocalypse. Perhaps it was a beginning. And whatever started it... may have never wanted them dead at all.

Não são crianças, não são adultos. Uma fase tão complicada, mentes tão jovens vivendo dilemas antigos da humanidade. Nessa obra envolva-se na vida desses recém adolescentes que estão aprendendo a viver e enfrentar a vida de formas diferentes e expectativas próprias. // They are not children, they are not adults. Such a complicated phase, so young minds living humanity's ancient dilemmas. In this work, get involved in the lives of these new teenagers who are learning to live and face life in different ways and with their own expectations.

Some souls are cursed to meet again and again. In every lifetime, they find each other drawn by an invisible, burning thread of lust, longing, and unfinished pleasure. But no matter the century, the city, or the form they take, their reunion is never pure. It’s possessive. Illicit. Forbidden. From an ancient Egyptian temple to a Victorian manor, from a war-torn battlefield to a modern-day subway car, they collide like magnets one touch enough to ignite centuries of craving. Yet just as their bodies entwine, time tears them apart until the next life. The Lust Cycle explores the raw, magnetic hunger between two reincarnated lovers who never remember each other except through the unexplainable ache in their bones, the spark in their touch, and the heat they cannot deny. Each chapter is a standalone, dripping with tension and eroticism, telling a story of reunion, temptation, and unfinished business across time.