Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Hero In Wheelchair

Narrated by Helen. There I was, on my way to marry a man in a wheelchair whom I didn't know, a man I detested for practically forcing me into this marriage; a man who was several years older than me and was forcing me to be forever tied to a paralytic. Yes, as I mentioned before, a paralytic. And it's not that I'm a bad person who sees such individuals as lesser beings, quite the opposite; I admired them for overcoming their difficulties. But this Dylan Mayora was the cruelest man in the world.

Patrick suddenly said, “Since the two of us are now married, you can’t bully me because I don’t only feel.” Aimee’s movements were halting, and she looked towards Patrick suspiciously and asked with a sarcastic smile, “What do you mean by that?” “I have heard that there are some masseurs who will go too far and feel that it is a manual labor that makes them particularly unhappy, and they will lay hands on the patient who cannot move, for example, pinch and twist, anyway, the paralyzed patient, who can not feel anything, is completely a lamb at the mercy of others.” Patrick said.

He had concluded and I had cried, relaxing into his body and letting him hold me. Edwin was the reason I got burnt in the fire, not that I blamed him. I was burnt badly when I tried to save him from the mysterious fire that broke out suddenly in the hotel room we were staying in, a fire which had robbed me of my legs and landed me in a wheelchair. My voice was also lost in the accident and I was announced mute but it was all worth it, my husband was saved and he loved me still.

The new appellation sounded strange and made me tingle. Cautiously, I sat by the edge of the bed that had my own tray and Tiffany looked steadily at me from her seat. "Will you help me?" "Oh my! Forgive me, love," I rushed to my feet and helped her out of the wheelchair. That was when I realised that I was in for it. I had thought I would just drape her arm over my shoulders and help her walk, but I was wrong. She was paraplegic! Her legs gave way and she crumbled.

“Oh, Cosmo. Don’t you want to save your wife? Do you really want to watch her drown right in front of you?” Eloise choked on the water, coughing as she struggled. She clutched at the man’s arm, leaving behind scratch marks in desperation. Cosmo’s eyes burned with fury, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair so tightly that the veins bulged along the backs of his hands. He had never felt the sting of being disabled more than he did now, wanting so badly to help, but being completely unable to move. “Let her go! I said let her go!” he shouted with all his strength. But he couldn’t stand up. Eloise was just two meters away, yet he couldn’t reach her. All he could do was watch as she

I glare daggers at Adrian as he wheels himself up the ramp and onto his private jet. The handsome billionaire bastard stops to speak with his staff before disappearing inside the cabin. Ever since I discovered his deception about being paralyzed from the waist down, I haven't been able to say a single word to him...... well after our multiple steamy encounter last night. I curse my damn body for being weak to his touch. The urge to storm over and tip that damn wheelchair he's been faking needing is almost overpowering.

Maddy whispered. “Why do they call you Maddison?” “Probably because my mother’s name is Mallison; she loves to watch me dance.” “Are you involved with anyone?” “No.” “I have two more questions for you, and they will determine if you leave or stay. Remember, I require honesty, don’t worry about offending me.” “Okay.” “Does me being in a wheelchair bother you? If yes why, if no, why?” “Yes. You wear it like a suit of armor. People fear your mental strength not your physical. No, because the chair is not who you are.”

My soon-to-be husband. He sat in a wheelchair, his white suit crisp and clean. His gaze wasn’t on me at first. He stared straight ahead, his face unreadable. But as I moved closer, his eyes shifted to me, sharp and assessing. He wasn’t smiling. Good. Neither was I. I didn’t walk like a bride floating toward her prince. I walked like someone heading into battle, each step heavier than the last. Just reach him, I told myself. Reach him, and it’ll be over

"People are staring at me," Henry muttered, adjusting his collar like the wheelchair was a neon sign that read Look! Former Billionaire, Now Half-Price! "If I saw a man like you sitting in a wheelchair, I'd look too," I said, steering him down the ramp toward the main street. "Don't flatter yourself; curiosity's free." "Have you never seen a disabled person before?" he shot back, his voice low and sharp. "It's because you're good-looking," I said without missing a beat. "Young and handsome even in a wheelchair—how eye-catching. If I didn't take a second look, it'd be my loss."

, Lucy raised her eyebrows at Marianne while holding her back from getting up. She wrote a few things on the chart and put it right between her arm and her body and placed the pen back in her pocket and extended her other arm to help Marianne get up from the bed and onto a wheelchair that was placed right next to the bed. "That's not necessary, I'm completely capable of walking on my.... " Marianne paused for a second as the room started to lift off from under her feet and decided to sit back in the wheelchair without resisting this time, she could only use one arm for support since her other one was covered up due to the cuts sustained from the accident. She flinched as she settled in the w