Romance Novels With Hero In Wheelchair Novels & Stories

The following morning, Emma awoke to the soft rustling of papers in the study. She padded down the hall, still in her oversized sweatshirt, and paused at the door. Ethan sat in his wheelchair, engrossed in a thick file, his brow furrowed in concentration. A pang of admiration surged through her. Despite everything—the accident, his condition, the corporate chaos—Ethan remained resolute, refusing to let his disability define him. "You’re up early," she remarked, stepping inside.

The rain was light today, but threatened to pick up later. Amelia didn’t think she’d ever get over the shock of seeing him in a wheelchair. He was handsome as ever, with his gorgeous green eyes and perfectly sculpted muscles. But knowing he couldn’t stand, or run, or jump…well…it just didn’t seem right. Thank the Moon Goddess his wolf would heal him. “There you are,” he said, wheeling towards her. He still had his neck brace on, which she thought was a little strange. Shouldn’t his neck be healed by now?

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?

He was the one in a wheelchair and it only meant that she was in charge. She slowly peeled away the lingerie from her body while he watched her intently, his eyes worshiping every inch of her luscious beautiful body. She moved close to him fully naked and leaned to kiss him first. He reached out to touch her but she would not let him. He groaned in frustration. If he were not confined to a wheelchair, she knew that there was no way he would let her go that easily. He would have plunged into her from behind which she was pinned against the wall. Or rather, he would have her bent over the snooker table while he thrust wildly into her.

But he doesn’t rush her. He watches Zora bringing things downstairs when she asks is there is room for her chest in the car for it is fairly big yet very important to me, and it’s too heavy for me to lift by myself. He also noticed that she is not happy about the fact that she can’t lift it by herself as if this was something she could do before and can’t now, as her age and body are starting to move against her and it’s pissing her off. He sees this immediately-the flash of frustration that crosses her face when she realizes the chest won’t budge. He watches her shoulders tense, haw clench. Not at the chest at herself. He moves without another word crossing the room in steady strides and sa

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.

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 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.

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.

Understanding her plight, Samuel nodded empathetically, acknowledging her need for relief. With a gentle touch, he took hold of the wheelchair's handles, ready to guide Rose towards the grand entrance of the sprawling mansion. Bracing herself against the relentless sun, Rose closed her eyes briefly, steeling her resolve. Together, they began their measured progress, Samuel's expertly calibrated movements ensuring a smooth journey. Navigating through the immaculately manicured grounds, Samuel maneuvered the wheelchair with finesse and precision, gently pushing Rose along the winding pathway. Each turn of the wheels brought them closer to the welcoming sanctuary of the mansion, shielding them