Surfer That Lost Her Arm Novels & Stories

not Remi or Denton or even Liam who had seen it all. I was tainted now...dirty...they would never look at me the same. I would never look at me the same. I slashed the wrist of the dislocated arm, I felt a burn but no pain...and watched in fascination as blood seeped immediately, rolling in a red stream across my arm and pooling on the bed. I reached under the pillow and did one on my upper thigh as I couldn’t do the opposite wrist...my dead arm would not co-operate. And a sense of peace settled...because I was doing the right thing for all of us...ending the curse...

"Yes, but I'd like to have you with me. You won this race just as much as I did." Robbie turned to face me, wrapping his good arm around my waist and pulling me in to him. His lips grazed my hairline, his voice soft and low. "It's bittersweet for me in there," he said gently. I looked up questioningly, and he released me and turned back to the window. "The doctor says my arm will never be what it was. The tendon ripped, and he's not sure it's going to heal properly. He says I will probably never sail again like I used to."

Her face is damaged beyond repair which is why she didn't argue when he took her to the village. One of her fingers is removed too, she doesn't have the thumb of her right hand and all thanks to the accident when a truck hit her. It was a miracle she survived and for that gratefulness, she agreed to leave for the village. Safwan was more than ready to take her there, that place is exactly where he grew up in and the stress in the city is really taking a toll on him. They are now free of Najaah, she won't live long even if she wants to.

Her head bobbing as if she were dizzy. I shifted back to a man, running to her to drag her from the cold waters. I scooped her up, grabbing the hope that I'd found my mate alive, even if on the verge of death. She was coughing up water before she passed out. Her body was so frail and light. Up close, all those scars on her body were gone. But the gash on her arm was real- swollen, red with white puss seeping out. It was clearly infected. Deadly infected.

RICARDO'S POV Surfing was the only thing that could restore my strength. After five days of total isolation, I already felt like a different person, although my blood pressure continued to change. On the first day in Saquarema I only thought about Manu. I missed our physical therapy sessions so much, the only time I could touch her and smell her. It was a surreal longing that invaded every pore of my body and burned me inside. The next day I decided to throw myself into the sea, ignoring the cold and the rain. I needed to connect with nature to feel alive again. And that's what made me understand that I couldn't change fate. Manu might never remember me and she might never love me again, but

They body-surfed among the other swimmers, which was difficult at times as the section between the flags was crowded, but when Hannah suggested they move outside the patrolled area, Georgie insisted they stay. ‘It’s not worth it, Hannah,’ she said. ‘I know you’re a great swimmer but the rips can be treacherous at times and there are sometimes sandbars. I saw a patient with a permanent neck injury at my last hospital. He dived under a wave and broke two of his vertebrae on a sandbar. He was supposed to be getting married the following week. His fiancée eventually left him. It was so sad.’ Hannah brushed her wet hair out of her eyes as they waded through

She seals her palm to each other and tries to meditate her last prayer before she lands. Just before she hit the water, she pulls out the small inflatable raft and landing safely on it. She Paddles as fast as she can, far away from her landing spot and leaving the guys behind. As she paddles, she can feel intense pain and itching on her body. "Hugh!" She groans at the sight of her bleeding arm. Susan paddles towards the horizon of the other end and deeps her profusely bleeding arm in the waters for a while. "No way. How can this be? What do we tell Mrs Tina that happened?" The leader laments with his boys beside him as they all stand at the end of the cliff looking at Susan paddle on the sea

***Zachary’s POV*** “She crossed off all the money.” I didn’t move from where I had fallen back. My hand had touched her shoulder, or what was left of it. Suddenly all her movements with only her left hand made sense. She lost her arm, her whole right arm, saving me. It was enough to do so much damage they just removed it. We also weren’t in Vegas. We were in Greece, for our honeymoon. Not only had we signed the marriage certificate sober but then we had a honeymoon.

Sandra lost her father when she was eight years old her mother struggles to push her through her high school education, and when she was eighteen years old, her mother was involved in a ghastly motor accident which affected her spinal cord and due to the lack of fund and care she died three weeks later, and her aunty named Amanda took up her responsibilities, she enrolled Sandra in one of the catering and hotel management institutions in the Eastern part of the country, Amanda was nice to her niece, and she gave her anything she requested, Amanda has been supportive to Sandra and took care of Sandra like her biological daughter,

Releasing her chin to flex the fingers of his left hand in front of him to give her a better view, the man could not help but curl his lips into a triumphant little grin. "Yes, it finally came back to me after my adventures in the underworld," Xavier told her. "What do you mean? I don't understand," she asked, not taking her eyes off Xavier's arm, even going so far as to reach out to touch and feel the man's skin on her wrist, not daring to hurt his smooth alabaster skin. Sometimes she thought he was too beautiful to be real. Then she put on a sad face as she confessed, "I always feel bad for being a part of you who lost your arm.”