Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Hero In Wheelchair

Jace's sleepy voice came in snapping me out of my reverie, I opened my eyes to stare at him with my bright smile still plastered on my face, "I thought you didn't remember me?" I feigned holding in my smile, "I can never forget you even in my next world, you are my first and only love," he said cheekily rolling over so he could be on top of me but he made sure he didn't put all his weight on me, "You are still injured and probably will be put in a wheelchair, or did you forget that?" I reminded, "I am not paralyzed, the wheelchair is just to ensure I do not add too much pressure to my healing injuries" he replied with a smug look on his face,

“We’ll do that too. Right now, I’ll give you a proper bath, wash your hair, and get you ready to go out.” My eyes widened with apprehension. I wasn’t in a condition to go out. Wouldn’t he feel ashamed of being seen with me? “Out? Where to, Eros? You know I can’t go out in this condition. People will make fun of me.” Eros scoffed and pushed the wheelchair towards our bedroom. “No one will make fun of you, Anacá. Accidents can happen to anyone. And you’re a fighter. You fought with a criminal and saved your life and Athena’s as well. You should feel proud of yourself. As for this paralysis, even I was confined to a wheelchair for a month. I couldn’t walk for three months, but with therapy, my

She was taught coping strategies for dealing with pain, and the use of wheelchair. Charlie visits the hospital to see Jennifer. Jennifer tells him she is now in a wheelchair and unable to walk as tears filled her eyes. He holds her hand to comfort her. He knows that the incident changes everything for him. They will no longer be able to experience the things they have in the past. Walking on the beach, dancing, playing sports, and other physical things. He does not have the heart to tell her how he feels. He only hopes she will be able to walk again. Her life is changed forever. Charlie does not want someone that he will have to take care of. He wants someone that is not dependent on him.

They would see the wheelchair first and the whispers would start. Poor Athena, she married the crippled brother and not the powerful future king, what does she want to do with the broken one. Poor child. I hated myself for even thinking that way because I only saw the man I love and not the wheel chair. I saw the man who kissed me like I was his oxygen, the one who touched me like I was the best thing he ever had.

All the promises and love we had for each other were no where to be found. Adrian used to worship the feet I walked on. I felt like the most luckiest woman because he loved me. But now... "Of course not, if that's what you want then I'll make it work, I'll make sure everything is perfect." I manage to say. "Good," he said, and his hand shot out to catch my wrist, his fingers wrapping around the delicate bones with just enough pressure to remind me how much stronger he still was despite the wheelchair, despite the injuries, despite everything, and his thumb stroked across my pulse point in a mockery of tenderness.

It was sadder for her to see him in a wheelchair than for Raphael himself. When he was adopted, his legs were healthy, and now he was in a wheelchair. It must have been caused by an accident. Raphael's eyes narrowed as he thought about the past... He was able to walk before. It was because of an accident. At that time, he was accompanying Fabrice to inspect the factory, but there was a fire that caused an explosion. He had blown up his leg trying to save Fabrice, and that was why he was in a wheelchair. - It's hard.

Kaden saw her coming and quietly excused himself to go and stand away from them, giving them privacy. Rhiannon's fingers hovered over the Joystick of the electric wheelchair as she rolled down the road, her sight set on her destination. Her bad arm was cast awkwardly on her lap. Her ribs ached, her head throbbed and she didn't even want to think of her lap. Her heart raced the closer she got to him, thinking of what to say, thinking about how he would react.

I pulled open the door and walked in excitedly. The first thing I saw was Brian seated in his wheelchair at the corner of the study. He still looked the same - his familiar blue eyes, his chiseled jawline and sharp eyes that could see through your soul. He was staring at me with a stoic expression on his face, unmoving and completely still, his face giving away nothing. And that was when I did the unthinkable. Without hesitation I ran across the room towards him pulling him in a tight hug. I had missed his scent and the familiar feel of his touch but something was wrong. He remained perfectly still, the silence in the room almost deafening.

The following morning, Emma awoke to the soft rustling of papers in the study. She padded down the hall, still in her oversized sweatshirt, and paused at the door. Ethan sat in his wheelchair, engrossed in a thick file, his brow furrowed in concentration. A pang of admiration surged through her. Despite everything—the accident, his condition, the corporate chaos—Ethan remained resolute, refusing to let his disability define him. "You’re up early," she remarked, stepping inside.

The state-of-the-art car lowered an automatic step, and slowly a man in a wheelchair got out of the car. Kate looked at him from the balcony upstairs. She didn't know how to describe the man's features. His eyebrows and eyeballs were pitch black, his nose was sharp and his thin lips gave the impression that he was unapproachable. Every detail of his handsome face looked like a perfectly carved sculpture without the slightest flaw. That man is so handsome! It was just that the man who was so handsome was someone who was disabled. Because of this, he had to be in a wheelchair.