Lesbian Wheelchair Novels & Stories

“I can’t stand, so I couldn’t come out to greet you as Nanay’s guest. Sorry about that. But I did talk to Ate Celeste yesterday when she came here, so I didn’t want to bother Kuya Felip to carry me out, it would be too much.” “Oooh! Is that so? Then why can’t you stand? Don’t you have a wheelchair?” “One of the Allegra’s men injured me. Even though my legs are back to normal, I can’t walk anymore,” the woman answered softly, her lips quivering. “T-That’s brutal!!” “I don’t have a wheelchair because we can’t afford one,” she added with a smile. “You’re probably the kid I heard shouting earlier. You’re such a cute kid.”

Once I’m comfortably sitting in the wheelchair, Lia covers my legs with a cute fuzzy blanket then pushes me outside, to the living room where Lorenzo is waiting for me. He’s been insisting on helping me himself, but I in no way feel comfortable with him doing that. I would die of embarrassment if Lorenzo had to help me use the toilet or bathe. I’m much more at ease with Lia. She’s a girl, so it’s not as bad. “Looking forward to your date?” Lia teases from behind me as she slowly pushes my wheelchair down the hallway.

The young girl wore a white down jacket and a beige knitted long skirt, giving her a delicate and graceful appearance. Her long hair naturally flowed down her back, giving off a sweet and gentle aura. But she was sitting in a wheelchair... Before coming, Britney had heard her parents mention Livia Castro. Her disability wasn’t congenital but was acquired later in life. There were many versions of the story circulating outside, but only the Castro family knew the true details. What was known was that Livia also had a congenital heart condition.

It invited moments of reflection and contemplation. In one corner, a sturdy wooden desk boasted an organized array of books and journals. The surface was adorned with intricate carvings, a testament to the craftsmanship and attention to detail. It was a space where David's thoughts could be transcribed onto paper, where he could plan, strategize, and keep track of his progress. The centerpiece of the room was an elegant, custom-made wheelchair, designed to provide both support and comfort. Its sleek, streamlined frame showcased advanced features and technology, a symbol of David's determination to regain his mobility and strength.

As I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact, I found myself slowing down and soon the wheelchair came to a stop, with a lady panting heavily behind me. She turned the wheel chair around, looking into my eyes "Hey girl, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks To you. I'm really grateful." "Glad I could help. But what happened?" "I... I think something's wrong with my wheelchair," I stammered, my voice trembling. Without hesitation, she approached and inspected the wheelchair. "Looks like the wheel is loose. Let me see if I can fix it for you." She knelt down, expertly tightening the loose wheel, all the while maintaining a soothing conversation to keep me calm. As the chair became ste

The friends got out to the large living room in no time, and there they saw David waiting for them. "Mr Hunt asked me to deliver this to you," he informed, gesturing at a large wheelchair at his back. At a glance, Isabella could tell it was not like the manual wheelchair she had which she had been using since she was ten, but an automatic one. With this, she didn't need to stress her arms or wait for Angela's help before she moved from one place to another! Drunk in excitement, she wheeled herself to the new wheelchair and stared earnestly at Angela, who smiled and lifted her from one wheelchair to another, shocking those present in the living room.

Flashback ‘ I'd say it's fun to be crippled but I don't think so, but this is crazy, it's fun rolling this chair around,’ she said as one of her minions pushed her around the hallway with the others cheering while I just watched from my spot on the floor, When they were done playing with my wheelchair they'd bring it back and thankfully my friend Leonardo was always there to help me. ‘ Whoah,’ she said with a laugh, breathing hard… ‘ that was fun, being crippled looks good on you, but as for me I like my legs, no, I love my legs. Guys show him your legs,’ she said and they all started moving their legs in front of me, ‘Guess not everyone was meant to have legs,’ she said as her eyes went to

They brought a wheelchair. Lina had argued against it briefly. Out of habit more than anything else. The stubbornness of a woman who had been doing things on her own for long enough that being pushed anywhere felt like a concession. Priya had given her one look. She had sat down in the wheelchair.

Vani said between laughter. Hearing to all this conversion I don’t know why, but I wanted to thank Athena, Vani and Marie from my heart. They didn’t let my Lily feel disabled, instead they were treating her like she was one of them. Otherwise, some people treat disabled people like they are some kind of monsters. Though my Lily is not fully disabled, she has chances that she can’t walk in her whole Life. I don’t know why? “Let’s go.” Marie indicated all of us while I held Lily’s wheelchair and went to the right direction of the amusement park for the children's rides.

"Leon, let me go find you a wheelchair," Damian said before Iris could answer. Before, when his legs were crippled, he needed to move around with a wheelchair. Ever since his legs recovered, the wheelchair was in the living room. In just a moment, he quickly pushed the chair out. After that, Snow and Iris helped the weakened Leon into the seat. "Mister Wolf, how is Darius right now? Why isn't he showing signs of waking up?" Yuri could not help but ask with some worry when he saw that Darius was still not moving at all on the bed.