Adrian Bliss Disability Novels & Stories

To our shock, they immediately denied everything. “We never said anything like that.” “Sir, our lives are already difficult enough. Can you please stop slandering us?” It was like my father had been struck by lightning. He could barely stand. Everyone could see that something was wrong. [These disabled people are lying! I study psychology. Their expressions are completely unnatural.] [I found information on one of them. Three years ago, he only had frostbite on his fingers. He accepted Mrs. Field’s help because he couldn’t afford treatment.

“It’s common practice among families like ours. Not to mention he doesn’t strike me as someone exactly eager for emotional entanglements.” I thought of the cold, distant figure in my memories and nodded slowly. To some extent, I could agree to her words. “You seem to hold him in high regard,” I said after a brief pause. “Of course,” Camille replied. “He’s a natural-born genius. People will always admire those better than themselves.” Her lips curved faintly. “And he isn’t arrogant, either.” “Even after his accident?” I asked quietly. Her smile didn’t falter. “Do you think a disability diminishes a person’s worth?”

The urgency in his voice had chilled her more than the cold night. Thankfully, one of her friends—an off-the-grid doctor—owed her a favor. Z had survived the crash. But not without consequence. He had lost his sight. The first few weeks were hard. He fought it, angry and broken. It took Jade time, patience, and a stubborn kind of kindness to win his trust. “I promise you, we will find a way to bring your vision back,” she told him one night, her voice steady with quiet conviction. Jade wasn’t rich. She was juggling jobs to put herself through school. But a human life was more important than anything else. Without hesitation, she decided to put her education on hold and save money for Z’s sur

Wherever it was, it definitely was not normal. "What's happening to you?" Ivy asked, her face filled with shock. Adrian put his clothes back on and replied, "I've suffered countless wounds over the years, plus I've been exceeding the limits of my body. I surpassed my human limits in the past, and it's all coming to bite me back now. I can no longer handle strenuous exercises, my muscles are contracting, and even my bones are beginning to calcify. It probably won’t be too long before I become paralyzed."

But it was soon wiped off his face when Adrian lifted him by his collar roughly, kicked the chair away, and then pushed him against the wall harshly, making him groan in pain. “You’re not free yet. You’ll pay for every scratch on my brother.” “P-Please don’t k-kill m-me” he whimpered. “Ooh no, I won’t. I need you alive to feel the pain.” As soon as Adrian said that he kicked John on his knee cap hard enough to dislocate it. John screamed out loud in agony and he fell to the floor next to Adrian’s feet, holding on to his injury and crying in misery. The pain was unbearable for him. Adrian bent down to his level and spoke his next word in a very low voice that it was a threat.

He jeered. Maya simpered, and with a low, tight and controlled voice, she said. "Some people are crippled on their feet, which is physical but do you know the worst kind of people? Those that are crippled in their brain and cannot think straight." Her fist tightened as she smirked, her tone sharp, laced with disgust and hatred. "And do you know what? You fall into that category of people!"