Romance Novel Hero In Wheelchair Novels & Stories

, I smiled, remembering how romantic it had been, he hadn’t done it in front of people or had gone extreme, it had been in the confines of our beds, with fluttery kisses, there was no way I could have said no to it, “You made it impossible to, with your charms”, “I can't wait to officially make you mine”, “Well you have to”, I said and we both laughed, this moment was precious to me, I could do this forever, “I’m tired of being confined to this wheelchair, you would expect that the cure would have taken all these all at once”, “Calm down my love, it’s just for some days, and soon the cure will work its magic on your legs, beside legs or no legs, I’ll still love you”,

he cursed into the empty night. Struggling two kilometres with his wheelchair, halfway to his destination, he saw the steep road ahead of him. Not a single thought of retreat crossed his mind, refusing to succumb to the silent challenge ahead. Clenching his teeth, he pushed his strength again to conquer the obstacles in front of him, which in the past, he had sworn never to attempt foolishly like other disabled people who engaged in reckless races on steep slopes. "I am not a fighter! I am just a slave to the pen, a lifter of books, and a house guardian!"

She didn't want to believe her eyes and ears until she hears it from Ian but the sight she met him in was enough to confirm the news. Now that it all hit her, Julia was shocked beyond words. Even if she had been told of the possibility of this day, she would not have believed it. In a lifetime, she never expected that Asher, being in a wheelchair, would be this favored. "What do you want?" Ian asked coldly. "What could I possibly want from a loser like you?" "What?" He turned to her with deeply furrowed brows. "How could you, Ian? How could you let that disabled man win you like this? After everything we did, you allowed him-

He asked, after putting me on the chair. “Yes'' I replied. He nods, pushing me out. I sighed, I don’t really like the fact that I am stuck in a wheelchair. If I was a wolf I would have been healing pretty fast buy now, but I am stuck in a wheelchair, taking drip and oxygen with a bandage wrapped around my neck as I can't move my neck pretty well, I also have bandages wrapped around my stomach. I am still wondering where I saw that strength to run all the way to the dungeon when I am this week. I guess my aim to see my mate didn’t make me realize that I am badly injured and weak.

But no matter how much they threw themselves at him, he could never care for any of them. Liesa nodded, understanding more than most. She had seen enough of Angus's face to know how it worked. The man was impossibly handsome. Even in a wheelchair, he attracted more attention than most people could handle. She'd already read his medical report—his right leg was only mildly impaired, not enough to justify the wheelchair. He simply couldn't bear the idea of being seen limping. His pride wouldn't allow it. She thought for a moment before offering some comfort. "Mr. Romano, don't worry. Once word gets out that you have a girlfriend, I'm sure no other women will bother you."

Then I turned and noticed Charlotte’s daughter run into her mother's arms, almost taking to her heels and clutching tightly to her mother's dress. “Leave my quarters Charlotte and do not come back here”, I said, sounding a little calmer than I did before but still filled with anger and resentment. She carried her daughter and scurried out. I felt better when they left. I wheeled my wheelchair out of the dark corner where I was. It was too shameful to be seen the way I looked in this wheelchair so I stayed away from the light most times. A handicap who could not find a bride for himself but rather depended on the McCartney family to arrange his own marriage was not fit to be seen.

And was not certain that she would ever get used to it. Looking at the veteran in the wheelchair, she saw a very changed man. He had been humbled. It was a hard lesson to learn, and he had learned it in the worst way. He was still learning it. Big Jake, an army veteran who had lost his leg and now used a prosthetic, stood with his arms crossed his chest as he glared at AJ. The large muscular man could still intimidate people with only one leg and a wolf that rarely came out anymore. One of his mates placed a hand on his shoulder and he visibly relaxed as Electra approached them.

“I’ll help you…” Hayden replied with a pleased smile. “You’re the one who’s injured so you should just…stay still…” I pointed out as I pointed a finger at his wounded shoulder. Hayden laughed a little to brush off my concern for him. I found myself smiling naturally back at him as I slowly got up from my wheelchair. The wheelchair probably made me look sicker than I actually was. The few days of sleep and recuperating helped mend my body while being reunited with Hayden healed my spirit. If he wanted me to get on the bed with him, then I would do it without fail. To my relief, I felt completely fine on my own two feet which gave me confidence to slowly climb onto the bed with him.

When she finished the last one, she suddenly found two special figures beside the flower bed on the first floor. One was sitting in a wheelchair, and the other was standing with an umbrella... It was raining so heavily, but the two people stood still without avoiding the rain. Out of curiosity, Natalie took a few more looks at the two people. Unfortunately, because the umbrella blocked her way, she could only see the legs of the person sitting in the wheelchair, but the two legs made her heart beat wildly... He was wearing a hospital gown and sitting in a wheelchair. His right thigh was injured! No way!

She blurted out, "I, I can go down by myself. Could you please help me with the wheelchair, Mr. Romero?" After speaking, she rose to her feet, leaning on the stair railing beside her. Just as I got up, I bumped straight into Leandro's chin as he bent down. The man grunted, clearly in pain. Charlotte instinctively reached out to cover Leandro's chin, "I'm sorry, Mr. Romero, I didn't mean to, I didn't realize--" "Don't move around." As the deep male voice echoed, a cool softness brushed against her ring finger. The next second, she felt a surge of warmth enveloping her index, middle, and ring fingers.