Romance Novels With Hero In Wheelchair Novels & Stories

Bridge Chapter 1: The Beginning Frazier Shawn Alexander Ronan sat quietly as his wheelchair was being pushed towards the lobby of the King Edward VII’s Hospital in an inconspicuous street in Marylebone, London. He’d spent the whole journey from his hospital room to the first floor of the building in silence, avoiding all the stolen glances directly at him mostly by the female population at the present. He knew he looked like Ansel Elgort from The Fault in Our Stars with his dark blonde hair, and all the curious stares mainly proof of wonder as to why someone like him was in the hospital. Someone as healthy. They didn’t know — they couldn’t possibly know, how he’d laid on the surgery table, u

Tara took advantage of the break to continue reading the book she hadn't finished before. There was no end to learning. Although she was an orphan, Amanda had provided her with the best conditions, but she would never stop learning. She was engrossed in her reading when the doorbell suddenly rang. Thinking that Brad had forgotten his keys, she got on the electric wheelchair next to her to open the door. Her legs were severely injured and she couldn't walk. After opening the door, she saw three women standing outside. The middle-aged woman was very elegant, but her expression made her seem difficult to get along with.

I looked at the three girls, my heart sinking as I took in their appearances. The first girl stood out immediately. She was very tall, striking, and undeniably beautiful, carrying an arrogant air even as a prisoner. The second girl was quiet and plain, wearing thick eyeglasses that kept sliding down her nose; she seemed remarkably normal compared to the dark, violent atmosphere of this fortress.

The girl was secretly amazed many times, when she discovered many new things in this strange world. Maya's gaze suddenly stopped when she saw a handsome man sitting in a wheelchair with a book held with his strong fingers. The man had just closed his book when Kevin and Maya finally approached. His gaze swept across Maya, as if the man was trying to assess Maya the way Evan did at the hospital before.

It began propelling me forward, smoothly blending into the stream of wheelchair user individuals entering the building. The interior of the building was filled with the chatter and laughter of elderly men and women confined to their wheelchairs. Despite their physical limitations, their spirits seemed resilient, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and warmth. Navigating through the lively gathering, I spotted Tommy, seated alone in his wheelchair. He, too, sported dark spectacles and a red cap with a muffler draped around his neck.

"People are staring at me," Henry muttered, adjusting his collar like the wheelchair was a neon sign that read Look! Former Billionaire, Now Half-Price! "If I saw a man like you sitting in a wheelchair, I'd look too," I said, steering him down the ramp toward the main street. "Don't flatter yourself; curiosity's free." "Have you never seen a disabled person before?" he shot back, his voice low and sharp. "It's because you're good-looking," I said without missing a beat. "Young and handsome even in a wheelchair—how eye-catching. If I didn't take a second look, it'd be my loss."

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."

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.

, Lucy raised her eyebrows at Marianne while holding her back from getting up. She wrote a few things on the chart and put it right between her arm and her body and placed the pen back in her pocket and extended her other arm to help Marianne get up from the bed and onto a wheelchair that was placed right next to the bed. "That's not necessary, I'm completely capable of walking on my.... " Marianne paused for a second as the room started to lift off from under her feet and decided to sit back in the wheelchair without resisting this time, she could only use one arm for support since her other one was covered up due to the cuts sustained from the accident. She flinched as she settled in the w

My soon-to-be husband. He sat in a wheelchair, his white suit crisp and clean. His gaze wasn’t on me at first. He stared straight ahead, his face unreadable. But as I moved closer, his eyes shifted to me, sharp and assessing. He wasn’t smiling. Good. Neither was I. I didn’t walk like a bride floating toward her prince. I walked like someone heading into battle, each step heavier than the last. Just reach him, I told myself. Reach him, and it’ll be over