Adrian Bliss Disability Novels & Stories

“That picture of Riley kissing a man was me. I was with her that night. I had purposely pretended to remain disabled for reasons I prefer keeping to myself, but now, let all the truth come out.” “Everyone!" With his arms raised, he proudly said, "I’m Adrian King. I was once disabled, but I didn’t let that hold me back. I believed, fought hard, and overcame the odds! Today, I’m a successful businessman and CEO, and I can also stand and walk! Let my story prove that with faith and determination, nothing is impossible!”

She was placed in a position depicting the likeness of a beggar. Dale had always wanted to evade East Bay far away from the tortures of Ken and Nicky to at least start a new life. But it now seemed that the last good man on earth had been killed. The journey had caused a tremendous change in her life pattern. The constant smirking he got from different situations had caused a concussion. Her brain had suffered a lot of whiplash and pounding lately. Her head now slightly bent towards her left shoulder, this defect which caused the head and brain to shake quickly backwards was now something to deal with. Now she had become physically disabled.

I glare daggers at Adrian as he wheels himself up the ramp and onto his private jet. The handsome billionaire bastard stops to speak with his staff before disappearing inside the cabin. Ever since I discovered his deception about being paralyzed from the waist down, I haven't been able to say a single word to him...... well after our multiple steamy encounter last night. I curse my damn body for being weak to his touch. The urge to storm over and tip that damn wheelchair he's been faking needing is almost overpowering.

Three more years to finish my degree, and I’ll finally become the doctor I’ve always dreamed of being, ready to help those in need. But even as I try to focus on the future, there’s a question gnawing at the back of my mind. One I’ve been avoiding because I’m terrified of the answer. Adrian has started moving his fingers, and now and then, even his legs twitch with effort. It’s incredible to witness. He’s been working so hard, pouring his strength into the exercises, along with continuous simulations, and taking the herbal medicine. If things continue like this, it won’t be long until he’s walking again.

“It’s almost like I know what I’m talking about.” He scoffed. “You’re crippled.” “Not dead.” Growled loudly, Silas took the arm wrests and turned my chair to face him. “You dare say that?” “You think fourteen years of learning combat strategies, knowing how to run training, how to translate workouts, look for weaknesses and strengths, you think that all just goes out the window because I can’t walk?” “It’s a physical disability, Silas. Not mental. The only one with a mental disability lately is you.”

“Doctor, how’s the patient doing now?” When the doctor saw that Madeline was with Adam, he explained in detail, “Judging from the current situation, she may end up losing her mobility and will have to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. The wound on her face is also abnormally deep, so it can be said that she’ll be disfigured.” Disability and disfigurement. Madeline immediately recalled her own situation from back then. She had been blind and also disfigured. It could be said that she had gone through the exact same thing as what Shirley was going through now.

"Please step outside for a moment. Let's have a private chat." Once the two of them stepped out of the room, Avery said, "My last patient had the same illness as Adrian. She was only able to recover to the point of being able to care for herself again until after the second surgery. It also did not happen right away. She slowly recovered with the patience, love and care from her family members. I know you're worried about Adrian, but can you not treat him like an idiot? I can tell you for certain that it's practically impossible that he will turn back into an ordinary person.

He’s the kind of man you believe before he even speaks. He takes the oath. Carrington begins. “Dr. Mahoney, can you state your qualifications for the court?” “I’m a licensed clinical psychologist. Doctorate from Stanford. Trauma specialization. Former military psychiatrist. I’ve served as a court-appointed trauma consultant in fifteen criminal cases.” “And you evaluated Mr. Barlowe after the incident?” “Yes. Within five hours of the event.” “Can you describe his condition?” Mahoney folds his hands. “Mr. Barlowe displayed high-level symptoms of acute dissociative trauma—classic signs of post-critical incident shutdown. Limited verbal processing, minimal physical expression, low responsiveness

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“Amara!” I looked back to find where the voice came from and saw Blade pushing Maddison's wheelchair. They already found their son, and I am right. He was the boy I had seen before at the manor. With the help of dad and Noah, they recovered this child and proved to be their son. But, this child is disabled because he cannot hear. Maddison, on the other hand, could not be able to walk again. I heard that she is also undergoing physical therapy along with her son who is learning sign language to learn to communicate.