Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Hero In Wheelchair

HELENE “I refuse to marry that cripple! Whoever wants to marry him can, but it’s definitely not going to be me!” My younger sister, Noemie Laurent, sobbed in our mother’s arms, tears streaming freely down her face. I sat opposite them, my expression unchanged. Inwardly, however, I found the scene laughable. Just a month ago, she had still been playing the role of Lucien Blackthorne’s devoted fiancée. Yet less than a month after the accident that left him permanently bound to a wheelchair, she was already clamoring to break off their engagement.

The last thing I hear before blanking out is the panicked voice of my husband telling the guards to take me to my room and immediately contact the doctor. ASHER'S POV: I have been on this wheelchair for almost a year now. It makes me feel weak and helpless but Arya was there to make everything normal and beautiful. She was with me even during the time I used to mess myself up. She's my light and she brings joy and warmth to my life that sometimes, I forget that I am in a wheelchair. I always feel like I enjoy sitting instead of the miserable feeling of having to sit on one fucking chair for the rest of my life.

Maddy whispered. “Why do they call you Maddison?” “Probably because my mother’s name is Mallison; she loves to watch me dance.” “Are you involved with anyone?” “No.” “I have two more questions for you, and they will determine if you leave or stay. Remember, I require honesty, don’t worry about offending me.” “Okay.” “Does me being in a wheelchair bother you? If yes why, if no, why?” “Yes. You wear it like a suit of armor. People fear your mental strength not your physical. No, because the chair is not who you are.”

Marcus sat in his wheelchair by the living room window, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles were pale, his face a mix of determination and vulnerability that made my chest ache with a fierce, protective love. The past few weeks had been a relentless storm—hospital visits, sleepless nights, and the endless adjustments to his new reality as a paraplegic. His apartment, now remodeled with lower counters, wider doorways, and a ramp where stairs once stood, felt like a different world, one he was still learning to navigate. The changes were practical, necessary, but they screamed of his limitations, and I could see the toll it was taking on him. But it was his words that hit m

one woman voiced out. Zhi Rou looked at the woman in surprise. This woman knew he was handicapped but still didn't think to not behave so childishly. Outside the store, people gathered looking inside to see what was happening. Zhi Rou didn't like this at all and handed the assistant the books and puzzles in her hand. She turned her attention to the women asking, "Crippled? I don't see anyone that's crippled here in this store." "What? Are you blind? Can't you see the man sitting there in the wheelchair?" another asked stupefied.

I exclaim as soon as I find him in the living room, next to the fireplace, looking at some photos in beautiful frames. Enrico apologizes, explaining why he didn't come earlier. "Don't worry. I understand your schedule is busy," I try to reassure him, smiling sincerely. "I know very well how many commitments you have." With the help of Kael, Maira, and Mary, the environment has been adapted for my wheelchair, allowing me to be comfortably close to everyone. "I see you're well adapted to the wheelchair," Enrico comments, genuinely pleased to see me doing well, and he approaches, sitting in the armchair next to me. "I confess I underestimated your wheelchair-driving skills."

Sure enough, Ambrose had come out. But what did she see? Angelina couldn't believe her eyes. She saw Ambrose giving Larissa a piggyback ride. Her heart was shattered into pieces! This was Ambrose Hamilton! The high and mighty Ambrose Hamilton! How could he carry a humble woman on his back and protect her like a treasure? It was love at first sight for Angelina ever since she saw Ambrose. She loved this handsome and mighty man of status. Unfortunately, she later learned Ambrose got injured and would have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. He had become a cripple and was exiled to an isolated place by the Hamilton family.

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.

"So you're thinking the same as they are." Stella gave a forceful shake of her head and bit her lower lip. No, she didn't! She didn't mean to use foul language against him! She made a great effort to stand up for him when people assumed he was incapacitated. How could she criticize him because he was disabled? However...... He uses a wheelchair since his leg is incapacitated. She had just remarked that it was a tender point in his heart. “Is it the reason you haven't allowed me to touch you up until now?”

“Impotent? What part of me makes you think I’m impotent? Is it because I’m disabled?” Roxanne’s heart thundered in her chest as guilt crept into her heart. “That’s not what I meant-” “Are you worried that I can’t satisfy you since I’m stuck in this wheelchair?” Henry arched an eyebrow and wheeled his wheelchair close to Roxanne. Roxanne’s back was stuck to the railing… she had nowhere to escape to as Henry approached her and settled his wheelchair in between her legs. She had no choice but to spread her legs wide since he had gotten too close.