Romance Novel Hero In Wheelchair Mga Nobela at Kwento

He knew why she was acting like that. Whenever there was a call to Victor, he was beside him. He heard her desperate voice enquiring about his health. Her concern gave him strength to recover fast so that he can walk on his feet and meet her. The bullet that hit near his spinal cord had caused him temporarily paralyzed. He couldn't move without assistance. Wheel chair was his constant companion. However, the way she was hell worried he wasn't ready to show her up or call her back to him.

And another. She sank into him, welcoming his attentions with a dreamy sigh. After several long, deep, wet kisses, he playfully nipped her bottom lip. “Let’s take this inside.” She paused at the base of the stairs. The bottom was divided into two sections. Half was a set of steps, half was a wheelchair ramp. “I’ve never seen you use a wheelchair.” “That’s because I don’t use one.” Ever. “Then why have a ramp?” “It’s a daily reminder I could end up in a chair if I don’t work hard every damn day at staying out of one.”

Their wedding is bound to be a beautiful celebration, filled with joy, laughter, and memories that will last a lifetime. Parking my wheelchair beside the bed, I reach for the sturdy handle my father installed just for moments like these. I brace myself, putting as much weight on my legs as I can manage, and hoist myself over onto the mattress. I scoot up, adjusting until I’m lying down comfortably, the familiar softness of the sheets enveloping me. It’s a small victory, but I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. My upper body has gained some serious strength since my legs were injured, a testament to my determination and resilience.

He had assumed it would be one of the usual suspects that he had the unfortunate chance of meeting—women who were initially attracted to his wealth and what they would gain but quickly lost interest when faced with the reality of his disability and the fact that she would be reduced to nothing less than a caregiver. "You don't seem surprised," Derek observed, his phone forgotten as he leaned forward slightly. "Most people might have a reaction to finding out they're getting married in forty-eight hours." "Would it change anything if I did?" Damien maneuvered himself into his wheelchair with the practiced ease of three years' experience, ignoring Derek's automatic move to help him before he w

Even the wheelchair did not affect his nobility in the slightest. She recognized him, after her baby had been thrown to the ground and seriously injured by Francis and Khloe she ran out with her baby in her arms, stopped a car and told the driver to take her to the hospital. The man in the wheelchair was in the car however he allowed her in and instructed the driver to send them all the way to the hospital. Although her child didnt make it, she was grateful to him for his kindness. When their eyes met, she smiled at him. Leonardo Quinns.

she added, with emphasis. God created perfection in Logan Ashford, a man with a charismatic aura despite his physical limitations, lifted his gaze to Victoria. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, his handsome face with a small mole under his left eye exuded charm, though his gaze was icy. But the good looks are overshadowed by a reality that cannot be hidden: his legs are paralyzed, the result of a tragic accident three years ago. But Victoria's parents are not ones to waste an offer of compensation if one of their daughters accepts this arranged marriage. When she learns that her future husband is disabled and uses a wheelchair to get around, Lucy flatly refuses. Not wanting to embarrass

Don't know what people were thinking, but I had gotten a wheelchair as a gift when I had just gotten paralyzed. "Here, since the other one is stuck in the tunnel." He said, pushing it to me. I stood up and sat in it. "I hope you get the true love you deserve." I nodded wholeheartedly, hoping my heart wouldn't shatter to pieces this time.

While his hand cupping and fondling my breasts were about to rip my towel off, I croaked out, “Aren’t you a cripple?” How didn’t this crucial thing click in my mind before? For the world, I married a cripple werewolf, which was what I believed so far. But if he were a cripple, I would have been able to run away from this room, but he WALKED up to me, picked me up, and threw me on the bed, which meant his legs were absolutely fine. Then what the hell was going on? Why was he sitting in a wheelchair when he came to marry me?

“Perhaps the handsome man is disabled? I saw him in a wheelchair! He probably sees her as hardworking, so he's lenient with her.” “Nonsense! The handsome man isn't disabled. Gary from our village saw him walk in, but his legs seem to be injured, so he's using a wheelchair. “I see. So, it's like a flower growing in a pile of cow dung! But waking up every morning to see her face, I'd lose my appetite for breakfast.” - Suddenly, a woman carrying clothes walked up to Harmonia.

"I don't want to marry him!" Hannah declared in front of Francesca and John. It was the first time Hannah had expressed her refusal after years of acquiescing and silently following her parents' wishes or, more accurately, Francesca's whims. "Are you stupid? Alden is richer than Jeffrey! You should be grateful that you get to marry him!" Francesca retorted even more strongly. Alden Harrison, the 28-year-old son of a bankrupt billionaire, had recently used a wheelchair due to an accident.