Romance Novels With Hero In Wheelchair Novels & Stories

“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.

I sat down and bent my head stamping my foot on the ground. "When I get home, I will surely kill Steven." I kept mumbling. I felt a warm hand touched me. When I raised my head up, I saw a handsome guy staring at me with a smile on his face.

“Just surprised, that’s all. Thought you were done with all the drama. Guess not, huh? Still chasing rich men. Shame this time you landed… a cripple.” The air shifted instantly—thick, cold, sharp. The man in the wheelchair didn’t move much. But his stare cut straight through Liana like ice. Harry didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His eyes said everything.

Natalie asked, still smiling. “Yes, I am. I don’t usually read romance novels, but your thriller had me hooked until the end.” Natalie chuckled softly. “It’s nice to meet a fan.” “But what happened to you? In your interviews, you didn’t use a wheelchair,” Luke asked. “I had an accident, and my leg was paralyzed. The doctors said it would take a miracle for me to walk again. I stopped writing because I feel like my life is over.” “Who told you your life is over? Just because you can’t walk doesn’t mean your career is over. You don’t need to walk to write. You can do it from the comfort of your home.”

Ethan walked into the room , he had a sweet smile on his face and his hair well combed made it look more sexier than I would have ever imagined . Looking at this man that was standing right in front of me , I knew that I loved him and I just wanted to spend the rest of my life with him . Since I woke up from the accident , I haven’t been able to use my legs and the doctors have advised against using that and I didn’t know if I was going to be in this wheelchair for a very long time but they had told me that it was just a temporary thing . I didn’t know how to text when I heard that because the last thing that I wanted at this point f of my life was seating in fucking whelk chair .

"She's been through a rough patch lately, and we wanted to give her a little pick-me-up." The driver nodded understandingly. "I completely get that," he said, his smile softening. "My wife, bless her heart, has been using a wheelchair for the past few years. We make the most of every outing, though. Little things can make a big difference, right?" We exchanged surprised looks. It was a small world, after all. "Your wife uses a wheelchair too?" I asked, curiosity piqued. "She does," he replied. "But don't let that fool you. She's the strongest woman I know. She's got a wicked sense of humor and a zest for life that's contagious."

Sophia's POV He's huge. The thought blazed through my mind as my hand pressed against his thigh, the heat and hardness of him burning through the expensive fabric of his suit. Despite everything I'd been told about his condition, despite the wheelchair and the supposed limitations of his injuries, there was no denying what I was feeling. Vito Romano was very much a fully functioning man. And he was very, very aroused.

Andreas wanted to put a bullet through her head then and there but fisted his hands instead and walked behind her. She took him to Dimitri’s office and asked him to sit and she stood beside Dimitri. “Andreas, she has been paralyzed.” He started. “I can see that. She uses a fucking wheelchair to move around for god’s sake.” Andreas rolled his eyes looking at Ayra. Both of them literally wanted to kill each other.

Yet, his dark, fathomless eyes remained fixed on her. So similar. Too similar. As she leaned close, the scent that was ingrained in his very bones overwhelmed him. Magnus clenched the armrest tightly, signaling the person behind him to push him away. Otherwise, he feared he wouldn't be able to control himself. Watching the man in the wheelchair leave, Zara tightened her grip on the trophy. He was once such a proud man, yet now he was bound to a wheelchair, his legs crippled. A cold sneer flickered across her heart—this was retribution.

Sophia demanded, turning back to face him. “He’s... different. After an accident several years ago, he was left confined to a wheelchair. He rarely makes public appearances, and many see him as a recluse. I believe that’s why he proposed this arrangement. He wants a wife who will be more than a trophy—someone who will care for him as a person, not for his wealth.” Sophia’s brow furrowed. “And he thinks that’s me? Why?”