Michael Jackson Crip Novels & Stories

Even if he is crippled, there is no turning back. "I will marry you. It's final!" The man, Edward Rodriguez, 25, the elder son of the Rodriguez family, is now staring at his soon-to-be wife with widely opened eyes. He is stunned by hearing her sweet voice. Edward has been in his wheelchair for quite a long time.

He crosses his arms, and his deep chocolate eyes look as if they are on fire. "Don't even try that, Trinity. I heard everything you just said, from the uncomfortable remark to our patient to the insult you just threw at Chloe.....And as a so-called Cripple, I'm siding with them. Like you said, we stick together. Get out of my building. I didn't get my legs blown off fighting for our country to be called a cripple. I sure as hell won't be employing a person who would call me that," Mr. Jackson snaps, and Trinity bolts from the room of shocked therapists and patients.

“Priya, I… I can’t believe it. He’s walking!” Alex hobbled closer, his crutch clicking, his voice teasing. “Don’t blame Priya—she wanted to spill.” His eyes softened, his hand brushing Lauren’s arm, his gratitude raw. “I wanted to see your face, Lauren, when you saw me like this.” His voice wavered, his tears brimming. “It’s the first time in 28 years I feel… whole.”

My powerful legs ate up the distance toward the main entrance, leaving the scattered pieces of the crashed wheelchair behind. Caleb was a pathetic sight. He had managed to tear open the main exit latch, but the chaos of the room—the sudden shots and screaming, had paralyzed his final move. He stood, paralyzed between the promise of escape and the paralyzing fear of a second ambush outside. He was fumbling with the exit latch, his eyes darting frantically. I didn't slow down. The pursuit was immediate and visceral. He was the key to Vesper's final political favor and the most detailed knowledge of the EMO code. I needed him whole and alive.

As a result, I had been missing my children for five years. The Smith family was the most incredible in New York until I found out about the news that Calix was involved in an accident five years ago. Ever since then, he never woke up. The doctor diagnosed it as paralysis and said he would remain comatose for the rest of his life. Yet, the Smiths are looking for a spouse for him. Calix was once the most handsome man in the city. His admirers were everywhere, and many desired to be his wife. However, who would want to marry a crippled man? Even though he was once a handsome man, they believed he was no longer as good-looking after five years.

" Veronica was left speechless, her face twisted with resentment as she glared at me. … Three days later, Veronica's wedding and mine were held at the same hotel. In the dressing room, she glanced at my wedding dress with a mocking smile. "Even if you dress beautifully, what's the point? You're still marrying a cripple who can't stand. "Oh right, a cripple can only sit in a wheelchair. He probably won't be able to satisfy you in bed either. How pitiful. You'll have to take the initiative, won't you? "I also heard he doesn't have much time left. Once you marry him, you might end up a widow for life. Unlike me—I have Lex's love, and we even have a child together."