Romance Novel Hero In Wheelchair Novels & Stories

he asked. “It made me realise the dynamic between Dexter and me. He fell in love with me because of the situation that surrounded our marriage. I healed him; I accepted him as he was in a wheelchair after everyone kicked him to the curb. I was the only person available to love. Things would have been different if he was never in that wheelchair or ill. Quinn's actions opened my eyes; he was never the one meant for him. And just like him, I had fallen in love with him because I had no option. After being abused all my life, I fell in love with the one man who dared to look at me differently,” I said.

Chapter 1463 After Joanne waited for a while at the airport exit, a dazzling Ferrari rushed over and stopped next to her and her female assistant Amanda. A charming and sexy woman with lustrous chestnut curly hair got out of the car. Although Jack was flirtatious, Ada was loyal in love. Ada took off her sunglasses and instinctively wanted to give Joanne a big hug, but her face changed when she saw her sitting in a wheelchair. "Damn! Why are you in a wheelchair? Who hurt you? I assume my brother didn't take good care of you because of his little lovers, did he?"

” He said and a male nurse walked in with a wheelchair. “I was told you need a wheelchair?” He asked, “Thank you,” he replied as the nurse bowed his head walking out of the room. Gabriel walked to me as I looked at the wheelchair. “Let me help” He snaked his hand around my waist and another one under my knees as he lifted me off the bed, placing me on the chair. I gasped when his hand touched and gazed at my skin. Was this normal? His touch was like fire against my skin.

The look in her eyes when the door of the chapel was first thrown open was one of pain, and then it quickly turns into one of pity when she looked at him, but again it changed to one of determination He was confused at those looks but one thing he knew for sure was that this new wife of his pities him and pity was something he did not want neither was it something he needs nor accepts After his accident six months ago, the way people looked at him changed, even sometimes he caught his mother watching him with a gaze full of pity for him, and he did not want it. He reached out to push the door open, but after some time he changed his mind and instead pushed his wheelchair to his study to cont

When Willy Poker, who was dressed in gauze, came to the residence to propose to Ana, Ana became very angry and sputtered, " Willy Poker, have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? How can you possibly deserve to marry me? You are a real disabled man now! Not only are your arms broken, but your p***i ....why do you want to get marry with such a terrible body? Are you crazy about women?" Willy sat in his wheelchair with a ferocious sneer on his face. " Yes, I am crazy about women! I was crazy so I listened to the words of you, a f*****g crazy woman, and kidnap Miss Christy Brown, if it weren't you Ana Brown, how would I have been sitting here in a wheelchair now? Ana Brown, I am telling y

He finally spotted the wheel chair "I'm sorry" He apologized, he out of everyone could understand what it felt like to be disabled, to be different from others, he always hated it when people reminded him about it, about those terrible years. The one person who he had confided in about these feelings had betrayed him. "Thank you for saving me, to be honest...." Anna turned her gaze from her legs to the man's face. His slightly long hair stuck to his face, water droplets rolling down, his eyes were so dark, it gave her a sense of fear but also a sense of security, his eyes bore into hers and she took in every detail, he's listening to her…no one ever listened to her.

But he was hunched over in a wheelchair, his legs twisted and useless. He was studying a book in his lap, and when he looked up and saw Karen, he smiled, though his eyes were sad. "Hello," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I'm Aiden" he brimmed like a sunshine, he reminded her of Lewis. Their smile were identical. Karen was frozen, unsure of what to say or do. The young man in the wheelchair looked at her expectantly, and she felt her cheeks burn. Finally, she found her voice.

Yet, his dark, fathomless eyes remained fixed on her. So similar. Too similar. As she leaned close, the scent that was ingrained in his very bones overwhelmed him. Magnus clenched the armrest tightly, signaling the person behind him to push him away. Otherwise, he feared he wouldn't be able to control himself. Watching the man in the wheelchair leave, Zara tightened her grip on the trophy. He was once such a proud man, yet now he was bound to a wheelchair, his legs crippled. A cold sneer flickered across her heart—this was retribution.

Hunter's aura was incredibly powerful, even when he was sitting in a wheelchair, he still couldn't be ignored. Leah had seen Hunter a few times before, and each time she was amazed. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how wonderful it would be if a man like him could also be attracted to her, and how amazing it would be if he went crazy for her. She was certain that she would become the most respected woman in all of Westfell. But ever since Hunter had a car accident, her mind has also come to a halt. No matter how capable, he was still a disabled person.

They were looking at her with the deliberate attention of someone who had been waiting to look at something and was now doing so carefully. He caught her at the waist without hesitation. The grip was immediate and certain... not the uncertain reflex of someone unaccustomed to using their body, but the grip of a man who was simply not what anyone had been describing. The newspapers called him the Broken Heir. The village whispered about the wheelchair and the accident and what it meant for the family line. Falling against him, she understood in the space of a second that whatever he was, broken was not the word for it. She became aware of several things at once.