Surfer Who Lost Her Arm Novels & Stories

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.

She turned into a minor influencer, famous for being fearless and "blessed." Her fans called her unkillable. They had no idea. When she jumped from two miles in the air, I shattered a leg. When she chased sharks in deep water, agony tore through my upper arm so violently I thought something had bitten straight through my muscle. When I begged her to stop, she did not. That night, she cut herself with broken glass, crying loudly enough to throw the whole house into panic. My brothers responded the way they always did. They locked me in the attic.

Seeing her step falter, Rex placed his arm around her waist to assist her in regaining her composure as they continued walking. When they stood mere feet from the stranger, all were silent. “Hello, my love,” Arthur finally said in a warm and emotional voice. “I thought you were lost to me all these years.” “I thought the same of you,” Olga managed to choke out. “They told me that your truck was blown up.” Arthur nodded as he held up his prosthetic hand. “I lost the lower part of my arm, but not my life.” “Thank the gods,” Olga said in a breathy voice. “Where did you find safety?”

“My request was denied. But I was seriously injured. The family granted me seven days of medical leave.” “Injured?” Adrian’s face shifted. He stepped forward fast. “Where? How bad?” I lifted my sleeve. Under the moonlight, my arm—once pale and soft—was a map of survival: deep scars from frostbite, cuts from broken equipment, bruises from hauling crates, burns from improvised repairs… Ugly. Raw. Brutal. Adrian’s pupils constricted sharply. “What happened to you? Frost—what the hell—how did it get this bad?” I let him hold my arm.

“Everything is going to be fine, Dan, believe me—” “No… it’s not. You—you can… see it, and… so can I. My legs… they’re gone, Dani.” I held back my tears as my eyes trailed to his leg. His left leg had been amputated and I was told he might never be able to use the right, ever again. Dr. Trace had believed after the amputation, there was a better chance at his recovery. Without his legs, he’ll never be able to surf again. But still, at least he’d live.

Though they were unable to see the whole thing because all of them had drowned in that sea. “The headmaster didn’t warn us about that sea, didn’t he?” said Karina, her eyes still wide as she stared at the waves. Perhaps, this would be the most unforgettable moment of her life. Who would have thought Reigna could pull off something of the sort? She literally lifted the ocean with nothing but the light on her neck. Skippers were really strong. Shaking her head, Michelle leaned her head on her knees, her arms wrapped around it. “Do you think Jane will be okay?”

Fuck! Then, we stayed floating on the water while we take a rest from that extreme experience of being under the water without equipment. Thankfully, the chopper seems gone already. The heavy breathing of the woman who saved my life was all I could hear, and I followed her gaze as she looks sadly at the wrecked cruise ship that my buddy, Mr. Laurie, who is having a birthday, owned. Goodbye, my old friend. "We are not dead?" I let out under my breath as I could feel my system getting weaker from the thought of what we have just survived from. Suddenly, there was a light that lit from her hold. Oh, she got her camera hanging around her neck the whole damn time.

“Fera?!” She looks injured, her arm in a human looking cast, her face battered, dried blood still staining her clothes which makes me think that she hasn’t been here recently. I hobble towards and her gait is also uneven as she covers the remaining distance. She wraps her uninjured arm around my shoulders and I burst into tears, “I’m so glad you’re alive!” I can’t move my forearms because the bone has regrown in a twisted way but I don’t care.

Siku, confirming she was in her bedroom, tried to sit up on her bed. It was at this moment that she noticed something was not right. She checked her right hand and was shocked to see that her forearm was gone. All she had left was from her shoulder to her elbow. She stared at her hand for a long time with her eyes wide, unable to react. Her movement, which made a shuffling noise, made her mother lift her head to look in her direction. A smile was plastered on Siku's mother's face to see her daughter finally awake.

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,