Romance Novel Hero In Wheelchair Mga Nobela at Kwento

"So you're thinking the same as they are." Stella gave a forceful shake of her head and bit her lower lip. No, she didn't! She didn't mean to use foul language against him! She made a great effort to stand up for him when people assumed he was incapacitated. How could she criticize him because he was disabled? However...... He uses a wheelchair since his leg is incapacitated. She had just remarked that it was a tender point in his heart. “Is it the reason you haven't allowed me to touch you up until now?”

Hannah couldn't help but fix her gaze on them. "What are you looking at?" he asked gently after getting through the obstacles swiftly to meet her. It seemed like he went through countless hardships just to leave her with endless love and affection. Hannah's eyes glistened with joy as she replied, "I'm checking you and your legs out." Fortunately, his legs had recovered. She couldn't imagine how a perfect person like him had to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. His legs were perfectly sculptured, and they were meant to function properly to support him through life.

Hemsworth approached stealthily, extending his hand toward his seated mother. As her hand found its place in his, he gently lifted her, saying, "Come, Mother. I'm sure you've been sitting for a while. Let's go to the balcony." Mr. Hemsworth harbored a deep love for his mother, willing to go to great lengths to protect her, even though articulating his feelings proved challenging due to his upbringing. Guiding her to the balcony in her room, they were greeted by a breathtaking view of the beach.

It began propelling me forward, smoothly blending into the stream of wheelchair user individuals entering the building. The interior of the building was filled with the chatter and laughter of elderly men and women confined to their wheelchairs. Despite their physical limitations, their spirits seemed resilient, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and warmth. Navigating through the lively gathering, I spotted Tommy, seated alone in his wheelchair. He, too, sported dark spectacles and a red cap with a muffler draped around his neck.

she corrected herself and looked away. Her face makes me remember my ex-wife, and seeing her seated beside me made me think about my ex-wife. I thought she was the world to me, but she had gone behind my back with my stepbrother. Because of her, I almost lost the chance of ever walking again, but now that I've decided to try therapy again, I'm going to make sure they pay for everything they did to me. "We are here!" Rotimi announced and came out of the car. He brought out the wheelchair and helped me on top of it. Hillary also joined in pushing me toward the mansion. I noticed a few guards in black suits and a black limousine parked in front of the mansion. "Is this some men dressed in black

Falling in Love with a Beautiful Nurse Despite the miracle of Marcel's resurrection having ended the grief of Morgan and Alice, Marcel’s physical recovery from the gunshot wound to his abdomen still took time. The wound had healed miraculously thanks to quick, confidential medical attention, but muscle and nerve damage required him to rely on a wheelchair for several weeks, followed by a cane, to ensure full recovery. Initially, Marcel hated his wheelchair. The man who had lived his life in the shadows, always moving quickly and quietly, was now tethered to a mobility aid. Morgan tried to cheer him up by giving him a laptop and documents for his Phoenix Logistics company, ensuring Marcel sta

I pressed my hand against the bleeding wound and felt my vision starting to blur. "I've done my best…" Clayton was the main antagonist of this novel. He had grown up in a loveless family, which contributed to his twisted personality. After he turned into an adult, he quickly turned into Gladys Dawson's lapdog and would go to great lengths just to please her. After all, she was the main protagonist of the story. At the end of the novel, he lost all four of his limbs trying to save her and was left alone to rot, living through a fate much worse than death itself.

“It was supposed to be you, wasn’t it? So why aren’t you grateful?” Nelly’s jaw clenched. “please. Didn’t you hear what Mom said?” “I…know that was a lie,” Maya said softly. Nelly smirked. “Oh, you’re smart. We all seem to figure things out, don’t we?” She began twirling a strand of her perfectly combed hair. “Ethan is handsome, stinkingly rich, and all that…but there’s just one problem.” She paused dramatically, then continued. “He’s in a wheelchair. Look, I’m beautiful, hot, and I don’t need to be bound to someone who can’t even walk beside me. Get that?”

She had spent the last eight hours as 'Ava Reed,' dismantling Mark’s ego at the office, and now she was back to being the tactical genius who had resurrected me. "Pathetic?" I raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. "I’ve spent four months learning to stand so I could tower over Daniel Vance. Now you want me in a chair?" "Not just a chair," Miller interjected, suppressing a grin as he rolled a sleek, motorized wheelchair into the center of the room. "A chair with a built-in whiskey dispenser and a very loud, very annoying 'low battery' beep. It screams 'I am a broken man who has given up on life.'"