Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Hero In Wheelchair

My fingers moved automatically, clicking on articles and medical journals. Could he walk again? Was there hope? I was so engrossed in reading that I barely noticed anything else. Some cases were irreversible, but others… there was hope. I wanted to jot down the important details, something to refer back to later. As I glanced around for a book, movement from the balcony caught my eye. I looked up—and froze. Jameson was moving around in his new wheelchair. This one was different. It wasn’t just supporting him… it was making him stand.

His dark hair had fallen carelessly across his forehead. Without the anger that usually filled his eyes, he looked much younger and gentler. The blanket had slipped down to his waist, revealing his bare chest. His shoulders were broad and his body was firm despite the years I assume he had spent in a wheelchair. There were faint scars across his shoulder and side, reminders of the accident that had changed his life. I found myself staring longer than I should have. If I had met him somewhere else, I would never have guessed this was the same man who had thrown a knife at me yesterday.

Legs were crossed, and a tablet was in his hand. He was not looking at her. His eyes were buried in the screen and she wondered if he was the one that just talked. “Welcome back,” he said again, to clear her doubts and then raised his eyes to look at her. She dropped her eyes to look at the man who had the most… maybe the confident look on his face. For a man in his situation… in a wheelchair which meant that he was crippled, he had the look of the most confident and finest man that she had ever seen.

He sat in his wheelchair under the scorching sun, ignoring pitying glances or sneers. * Noon: He tried to break through the security barricades at Jennifer's filming location, only to be chased away by Ricard's massive bodyguards. He even once threw a withered red rose into Jennifer's car as it sped away. * Evening: Julian would show up at the charity Galas attended by Jennifer and Ricard. Because he was crippled and pathetic, he was often allowed in for a short time. He didn't speak, just sat in a corner, his eyes fixed on Jennifer, his eyes conveying a thousand unspoken promises and regrets.

A newly married bride, gone at dawn, skipping breakfast to— I scoffed under my breath. “Unusual…” Or one of those whores gone to meet a lover?! Too eager… But not my concern.Or at least—It shouldn’t be. --- Still,my body moved before my mind caught up.I rolled towards the window, pressing a small button on the side of my wheelchair.A soft mechanical hum followed as the chair adjusted, lifting slightly—elevating my position for a clearer view.One of the many advantages of this cool gadget. People saw the chair as a symbol of my handicap.They never saw what it could do.

The trees whipped past the Alpha wolf, and he whimpered at the thought that it might be his girlfriend. ‘It has to be his girlfriend. It makes sense. She is beautiful and has legs that work. Not only that, but she is also a female, not another guy. I should have known. No one is ever going to want someone stuck in a damn wheelchair!’ Thaddeus thought, and Zeus ran faster.

I had never seen him in such a bad situation, he tried to reach for his wheelchair but there was no way for him to get up. I took care of him for such a long time, but I had never seen him fall before. Previously, he was confined to a wheelchair, but he still exuded the arrogance of a successful man, sometimes that aura even made me forget he was an injured person. I hold out my hand to help him. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got close to him, he coldly said, "Don't touch me."

Adrian reacted. Riley felt more embarrassed than ever. Yes, she was evading answering directly because who wouldn't want to be in love with Adrian King? Regardless of whether he was in a wheelchair, he had all the qualities of a good man. He had saved her not just once but twice now. So far, Riley only had good things to say about Adrian. Moreover, Adrian was very handsome. To Riley, his sitting in a wheelchair did not reduce his good looks. "Never mind," Adrian said. "You don't need to answer -"

But just a few weeks later, he had made up his mind to either destroy my gown or forbid me from wearing it. He swiftly maneuvered his wheelchair towards me, determined to take the gown by force. However, I quickly evaded his grasp, and I could see the pain in his eyes. If he weren't confined to a wheelchair, I felt he might resort to violence before taking the gown. It was the first time I had stood up to him so courageously. For once, he was powerless, and I relished in this newfound sense of strength. If it weren't for his disability, he might have lashed out at me. The agony in his eyes was very clear. "Are you doing this to me just because I can't move freely?" His words were filled with