Romance Novels With Hero In Wheelchair Novels & Stories

“We’ll do that too. Right now, I’ll give you a proper bath, wash your hair, and get you ready to go out.” My eyes widened with apprehension. I wasn’t in a condition to go out. Wouldn’t he feel ashamed of being seen with me? “Out? Where to, Eros? You know I can’t go out in this condition. People will make fun of me.” Eros scoffed and pushed the wheelchair towards our bedroom. “No one will make fun of you, Anacá. Accidents can happen to anyone. And you’re a fighter. You fought with a criminal and saved your life and Athena’s as well. You should feel proud of yourself. As for this paralysis, even I was confined to a wheelchair for a month. I couldn’t walk for three months, but with therapy, my

Chapter Two We Met Again Five Years Later. Sophie’s POV "The wheelchair was donated by the Kent Foundation," the nurse spoke. "I was able to get one for Asher." A smile spread across my face as I heard that. I looked at Asher, whom I carried in my arms, and memories of the pain from years ago flooded my mind. I had discovered my pregnancy only after being rejected and cast out of the palace by the man I loved. He had pushed me away as if I meant nothing, and the rough treatment from him and the guards at that time had led to the condition Asher was in now.

” He said and a male nurse walked in with a wheelchair. “I was told you need a wheelchair?” He asked, “Thank you,” he replied as the nurse bowed his head walking out of the room. Gabriel walked to me as I looked at the wheelchair. “Let me help” He snaked his hand around my waist and another one under my knees as he lifted me off the bed, placing me on the chair. I gasped when his hand touched and gazed at my skin. Was this normal? His touch was like fire against my skin.

In the contract, it was stated that if Alexandra ever went under the radar, Mary was not to look for her or try to establish physical contact with her. In spite of that, after several unreturned mails, Mary had flown from the United States to London to find out what exactly was wrong with Alexandra. When she found out that she had an accident on her wedding day that had damaged her right hand and also that her medical license had been revoked, Mary went back to her hotel room and cried.

The look in her eyes when the door of the chapel was first thrown open was one of pain, and then it quickly turns into one of pity when she looked at him, but again it changed to one of determination He was confused at those looks but one thing he knew for sure was that this new wife of his pities him and pity was something he did not want neither was it something he needs nor accepts After his accident six months ago, the way people looked at him changed, even sometimes he caught his mother watching him with a gaze full of pity for him, and he did not want it. He reached out to push the door open, but after some time he changed his mind and instead pushed his wheelchair to his study to cont

he cursed into the empty night. Struggling two kilometres with his wheelchair, halfway to his destination, he saw the steep road ahead of him. Not a single thought of retreat crossed his mind, refusing to succumb to the silent challenge ahead. Clenching his teeth, he pushed his strength again to conquer the obstacles in front of him, which in the past, he had sworn never to attempt foolishly like other disabled people who engaged in reckless races on steep slopes. "I am not a fighter! I am just a slave to the pen, a lifter of books, and a house guardian!"

she slowly grabbed the two wheels of her wheelchair and he also started to wander around, but a few hours later she was tired of pushing her own wheelchair but she still could not find the shadow of her only princess. But she didn't give up even though she was sweating profusely until she landed on a road where her wheelchair could slip if she went there but she didn't think about that and she walked on it without hesitation. As she passed there, she could no longer control her wheelchair and suddenly it went downhill.

, I smiled, remembering how romantic it had been, he hadn’t done it in front of people or had gone extreme, it had been in the confines of our beds, with fluttery kisses, there was no way I could have said no to it, “You made it impossible to, with your charms”, “I can't wait to officially make you mine”, “Well you have to”, I said and we both laughed, this moment was precious to me, I could do this forever, “I’m tired of being confined to this wheelchair, you would expect that the cure would have taken all these all at once”, “Calm down my love, it’s just for some days, and soon the cure will work its magic on your legs, beside legs or no legs, I’ll still love you”,

I pulled the computer stand closer to me, shifted back to the beginning of the story, and began reading. It was titled Down in Flames by Martha Baimbridge. It opened with a shy teenage girl named Chelsea who, when invited by a popular boy in school to go on a trail ride with him and his friends, had been thrown from the horse and left paralyzed from the waist down. I read on.

“But it’s the best way for you to help me. And you forget I can’t feel my legs so you aren’t hurting me at all.” I squeezed my eyes shut feeling horrible for disregarding his disability again. This was now the second time this had happened. “I’m sorry. I…I somehow always manage to put my foot in my mouth when it comes to you.” “Don’t be sorry.” He brushed a stray piece of hair from my face. “I like how you see past the wheelchair. A lot of people don’t. They think me to be weak and less of a man.” “You are more man than Tarzan himself.”