Michael Jackson Crip Novels & Stories

But the damn wheelchair wasn't cooperating as fast as I wanted it to. “F**k!” I yelled, looking at my useless legs, willing them to somehow magically move. Gripping the sides of the wheel chair, I tried to raise my torso. The pain came in quickly, sweeping through my muscles in sharp waves. “F**k me!” My voice came out in a whimper, like a wounded dog. “That damn truck driver… I hope he rots in jail.” “Mr Ivan.”

Mascara has spread under her eyes, making her look miserable at some point. She shows confusion at first but takes it from him out of courtesy. ** Let me introduce you first** He finally starts, ** I am Damien Crawley, 25 years old. Because of some accidents in my childhood, I have been unable to move around. Apart from this, I am quite capable of doing everything. ** He makes a humble expression while introducing himself. ** Right now, all I need is to marry someone. And I think you are more than what I deserve. So if you're willing-!**

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!"

Here's a rewritten version with some minor corrections and improvements: "Now that sounds like you." I joked, laughing. "Sorry I missed your calls, I've just been unnecessarily stuck with some things over here." I said calmly, trying to downplay my struggles. But deep down, all I wanted to do was cry my heart out. I was fighting hard to hold back my tears. "Seren, it's okay to let it out, you know." Tiara said in a calm, gentle tone. "If it hurts that much, it's okay to let it out. Don't try to hold your tears back, I'm here for you, and I will keep listening."

he whispered, swallowing a bitter lump. One person in a million? Well, I think I was the second one in history, then? "But that person was left nearly crippled.." He squeezed out, his eyes reddening at his words and reading the room, my heart clenched. He couldn't have been talking about himself, could he? But he wasn't crippled...Crippled. . I bitterly clenched my fingers at the words. I had come to hate that name and everything attached to it.. From Jake's words the other day, Sabrina had been crippled too.

Dad laughed a bit. “You didn’t want to get married to him?” he asked, and I nodded. “He was supposed to be married to Katie, but they all refused and forced me to marry him because he was crippled. They must be regretting that by now,” I said, shaking my head. “Crippled?” he asked, and I nodded my head again. “It is a long story,” I said, and he understood. “Hopefully, you will tell me all about it one day,” he said, and I smiled.

“What? Serina was the one behind all of this?!” “We’ve been fooled by her!” “Serina that witch! How dare she trick us!” The looks of fury on the werewolf nobles utterly embarrassed Alaric and Daisy who wished they could dig a hole and bury themselves in. I couldn’t care less about the commotion at that point. With Ragnar’s help, I received reconstructive surgery and got back on my two feet. At the moment when I stood up once more, Ragnar looked excitedly at me and said, “Margery, you’re finally standing!”

Albert gave him a good old handshake “Welcome Dr. Qin Shi” “Thank you, Mr. Albert Blackwood,” He took his hand in a shake. After which he scammed the faces in the room, his hands akimbo. “Well, then, shall we?” He asked. The moment they nodded, he signaled his assistants to come in with the orthotic device. They called it the “Mobility Enhancer Orthosis” The MEO was brought to Liam's bed where the dissembling took place. The more unfamiliar sounds Liam heard, the more anxious he grew.

"My hands can't stay like this forever." Jackson limped over to where she was [ remember that he doesn't walk on two feet correctly because he is physically disabled ]. He went to hug her and felt more relieved doing this. Rihanna hugged him tightly and so did he. He felt so relieved that this was happening to him. "I am not dreaming, right?" He whispered as tears found their way out of his eyes. Rihanna patted his back as she was also crying. "No, you are not. I am sorry." She answered.

He yelled and I flinched. “What's going on, Throgan..?” He mimicked my voice making it sound more pathetic than it actually did, or maybe it sounded like that and I never noticed. “I can't believe that old Andolopus had a child as pathetic and useless as you. I mean sure, you are crippled, but you cannot be crippled of mind too,” “Oh, she is, I can assure you, little girl is a cripple at the core of her very soul,” another voice said as a woman walked into my room.