Love Handicap Novels & Stories

He winked at her as he helped her into her shorts. Grudgingly, she allowed him to help her with the process, doing her best to ignore the slide of his hand between her thighs and over her breasts. "No fair," she told him, smacking him. "Not for me either, honey." He shook his head. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands to myself." He chuckled. "At least I get A for effort." "And F for frustration," she grumbled.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the pain stopped him. "Why, ?" Mariana panicked as Handoko's hand trembled but refused to move. "What's happening to you?" She desperately inquired when Handoko didn't respond to her words. Handoko could only say Ana, and it was enough to bring tears to Mariana's eyes. She wished for her husband to return to the world as she had feared all along. "Brain bleeding from before has damaged several nerve systems. As a result, Mr. Handoko can no longer move his hands and feet. He can only speak and blink his eyes to communicate," explained a middle-aged man, briefly describing Handoko's current condition.

A wizened old man spoke up. “He is alright!” His bald assistant said. The other viewers watching the tournament along with them both also began to speak up. They were the prominent people of Forest City. They controlled and ruled over Forest City. “He is strong and resilient! Did not give up till the end.” “He got this far even though he started handicapped. Several thousand able wrestlers were disqualified before him.” “Not to mention that he disqualified quite the number of them himself!” “I wonder what he would be capable of when he is fully recovered.” All of them murmured in agreement.

“I’m not trying to be cold, but he is missing a hand.” “You’re going to start pointing out handicaps?” Olga said with raised brow. Felix vigorously shook his head. “You’re missing my meaning. Of course I’m not pointing it out. Not for that reason, anyway. I’m just saying that he’ll only have use of one of his hands. Will he be able to open the containers fast enough to allow him time to get away? I know that I have a limp, but I’ll also have a horse to carry me away. My hands are working and very nimble.”

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

“Indeed. Would you give me a chance?” Naomi looked like she had heard a joke. “You want to race with me?” Mable nodded. “Yep. Do you dare?” “Mabes.” Tracey quickly held her arm and whispered, “Don’t. She’s a professional racer and has won many prizes. Don’t compete with her.” Naomi glanced at Mable’s bandaged right hand. “Why not? You’re the one with a handicap…” ‘Handicap?’ Mable twitched her mouth and lifted her right hand. She said with an indifferent smile, “I can defeat you with one hand!”

Laura held my hand, directing me to a round table by one of the giant windows. My steel heart wavered a little. I was meeting my friend’s man for the first time. I wasn’t even prepared for it. My eyes landed on him—handsome, just as she had said. He stood up and smiled as we approached. Too gentlemanly—number one red flag. Men like him wanted to charm women, not love them. The more polished he appeared, the more my instincts flared.

“I can’t move that fast for too long; especially when I’m this tired. Besides, it emphasizes my limp. People will think I’m a mutant.” “No one will think you’re a mutant,” she assured him. “Olga was careful to forewarn everyone about what happened during your delivery. They all know.” He raised his brow with surprise. “Everyone?” She smiled and nodded. “As for not taking your handicap into consideration, I’m sorry.” It was the first time that the term handicap had been used when referring to his club foot and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. To him, it was one step away from being called a mutant.

“You don’t need to feed me; I can do it myself.” After all, she had only lost her memory, not the use of her hands. As she reached for a dish, the spoon dropped with a clatter. Stunned, she stared at the spoon on the table and then at her trembling hands. Despite feeling strong, why couldn’t she move the spoon or pick up the food? Percival’s attempt to intervene was too late. The doctor had told him long ago that Eulalia’s hand couldn’t be restored to its former state; the disability would last a lifetime.

No one had ever mentioned my handicap in such an offhanded way before. “Yeah,” I muttered. “Born with it.” The man in yellow nodded slowly, expressive face displaying what looked like genuine concern, maybe even a touch of sadness. “Thought as much. Me poor cousin had the CP. Had an awful time of it. Couldn’ hardly get round, much less enjoy life, she limped so bad. Sad little thing she was, growin up. Never could play anna games with her friends or kin. No runnin or jumpin or ridin bikes or ice skatin or swimmin, even. She spent her childhood sittin on the side, watchin, pretenden she waren’t always near to tears.”