Romance Novels With Hero In Wheelchair Novels & Stories

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.

Michael wheeled himself to his mini bar, he poured himself a bottle of red wine, he took a sip and stared at his legs, he knew his action is not helping him, Dr. Cage told him he has to use his crutches regularly so that he legs would master carrying his weight again but here he was, back in his wheelchair all because he wants to keep the woman he loves close to him and if sitting in a wheelchair is going to make her stay by his side, then he don't mind sitting in a wheelchair.

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“Everyone here loves me. His family, his sisters, his friends. You know that between you and I - I am the better candidate, and Leo will always choose me.” Maybe she was telling the truth. He left my side for hers. He was always available for her. He loved her. Maybe more than he’s ever loved me. We continue walking until we reach the peak of the hill. I was preparing to push her wheelchair carefully when I felt the hesitation of the wheels being stuck. I squat down to examine the wheels while holding the chair with one hand to keep it from escaping down the hill, but I feel a strong shove and suddenly lose my grip trying to steady myself. Charlotte - in her wheelchair, begin rolling down th

Falling in Love with a Beautiful Nurse Despite the miracle of Marcel's resurrection having ended the grief of Morgan and Alice, Marcel’s physical recovery from the gunshot wound to his abdomen still took time. The wound had healed miraculously thanks to quick, confidential medical attention, but muscle and nerve damage required him to rely on a wheelchair for several weeks, followed by a cane, to ensure full recovery. Initially, Marcel hated his wheelchair. The man who had lived his life in the shadows, always moving quickly and quietly, was now tethered to a mobility aid. Morgan tried to cheer him up by giving him a laptop and documents for his Phoenix Logistics company, ensuring Marcel sta

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.

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

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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.”

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.