wheelchair devotee fiction

A chance business alliance brings together two people who originally had nothing to do with each other. A series of failures and encounters unfolds between the two, and through all the difficulties they eventually fall in love.

Have you ever heard the story of the Gods? Not from a rumor but the reality of the story. Now I'm going to show you all, because I've always been with the Gods I worship. The God I hate and love the most. An old story that none of them can ever hear but you. Because you are the one who decides whether to read it or not. If you want to help me, you can click here: https://trakteer.id/LittleButter

My future husband, Darren Thorne, had an obsessive fan. On the opening night of his Los Angeles concert, she stormed the stage and began grinding against him. His fingers stilled on the guitar strings. "Get off," he said, his voice ice-cold. "Don't disgrace my music." The influencer model, a woman named Colette Monroe, ripped off her top to reveal a flawless figure and pointed a manicured finger at me, her laughter wild. "Why not give me a try, Darren? I can satisfy you in ways this cripple never could." My hand froze mid-page in the lyric book. The next second, Darren snatched the microphone and slammed it into her forehead, leaving a bloody gash. From then on, she stalked him. The situation escalated. First, he had security remove her. Then he called the police. Finally, he resorted to ignoring her completely. Until my 20th birthday. Colette and her friends dragged me from my home to a seedy motel, live-streaming the entire humiliation on Instagram. Like a man possessed, Darren kicked down the door, bloodied and raging, and pulled me from that nightmare. In the hazy aftermath, I heard her whisper in his ear, a light, mocking laugh in her voice. "Darren, why the act?" "Weren't you the one holding me in the recording studio last night, screaming my name?" "You didn't want to get engaged to her tonight anyway. Consider this me doing you a favor, getting rid of your little burden." A phantom agony, sharp and bone-deep, shot through my residual limbs. But it was nothing compared to the feeling of my heart being torn apart. He didn't know I never planned on letting him marry me. The doctor had already told me the infection had spread. Systemic sepsis. There was nothing more they could do.

Five years ago, my biological parents brought me back from the orphanage to the Blue Moon Pack, and suddenly, I was the so-called true Alpha heir. But my return ruined everything for the fake Alpha heir, Yolanda. She teamed up with some rogue wolves to kidnap me, then ran me down with her own car, crushing my legs. I went from being the pack’s golden girl to a cripple stuck in a wheelchair. I thought my parents would get justice for me. I thought my fated mate, Joseph, actually loved me. But five years later, I found out the truth: Yolanda never died. My biological parents hid her away, and she's been living a rich, easy life. Joseph already had pups with her, and the only reason he married me was to get me to sign a letter forgiving Yolanda. Even my treatment for the past five years? A total setup. They never wanted me to heal. They never wanted me to walk again. They just wanted me helpless, someone they could control forever. That's when it finally hit me. The family, the love, the sense of belonging I'd been craving my whole life? It was all lies, from start to finish. So if they want to protect the fake and destroy me together? Fine. Then I'll destroy everything they care about most. No more begging for love. This time, I want revenge. And I'll make damn sure everyone knows: a true Alpha heir doesn't need two working legs to crush every single betrayer and climb back to the throne.

"I was nothing in their eyes. They never loved me... When one had to be chosen to be offered to the alien overlords, it was me they chose. And the man I loved dearly, turned his back towards me and watched me get dragged away to that filthy place." Aelira, only ever wanted for her parents to see her, to spare her an ounce of the affection they gave her siblings. She slaved for them, made extra money for them and almost died saving their favourite child. But what did she get in return? She was offered up into servitude by the very people she devoted her life too. Even the man who promised to save her from her miserable life and marry her, turned his back on her. Resigned to her miserable fate, she lost the spark in her eyes. She only wished for a quick death. Who would have thought she would suddenly awaken an ability to grant the monsters their desires. They now worshiped the very ground she walked and this world could truly be at her fingertips. That is if she could please the deadliest of them all, the Mutant King.

Trapped in a body that won’t move the way he wants, has spent his life feeling powerless. Struggling with poverty and isolation, his only escape comes when he gets his hands on a state-of-the-art gaming capsule. Inside Eternal Dominion Online, a fully immersive fantasy game, he is no longer bound by his wheelchair—he can run, fight, and carve out his destiny. Starting as a lowly adventurer, he must navigate a world filled with magic, swords, monsters, and intense player-driven tournaments. As he rises in strength, he discovers that the game is more than just an escape—it’s a chance to become someone new. But with powerful guilds, ruthless competitors, and hidden secrets lurking in both the game and reality, his journey won’t be easy. Will he remain just another player, or will he rise to become a legend? And when the lines between the game and real life begin to blur, will he be ready to face the truth? A story of resilience, adventure, and the fight to reclaim control—both in the digital world and beyond.

Mabel had Been given 365 Days to Find and Seduce the Big Devil Who had Murdered her In Cold Blood. Resurrected From the Dead to take Full and Cold Bloody Revenge. Mabel Looped her hands Seductively on the Big Devil's Neck,her pretty blue eyes Shone With Deep hatred and Anger. The Man Before her Was in a Wheelchair by Default,His eyes Were Lazy and Innocent,he was So Sexy Mabel forgot to Breath. He had the Face of a Sculpture, Sexily Made by the Almighty,With Eyes so Deep that it Sucked her Soul In. There Was a Chuckle and a Scoff. "Why are you Looking at Me?" He growled in Displeasure,Eyeing her Arrogantly. "Didn't you Say You'd Dance?"He turned his Wheelchair Around Lazily. " I already Told you to Get Out-" He barked Softly, Pushing Mabel Off his Laps. Mabel Fell to the Cold ground haughtily,she Raised a Head and Shot him a glare,He was the Arrogant Bastard Who had ordered his Men to Rape and Kill her. Why Was he Pretending Not to Know her? She Bit her Lips and Stood up Stubbornly,in a Whiff She took Off her Clothes and Hid a Knife. She would stab the devil and finally get her Revenge, She Bit her Lips and Stood Naked before his Eyes. "Put On Your Clothes-" His Voice Was Low and Sexy, He Swallowed Deeply and Looked away,this Mad woman was tempting him. Mabel Chuckled and Turned on the Music in a Soft tune, Slowly Like a Little Seductress She Swung her Waist in a Dance. The Devil growled Softly and was Trapped. She reached out to him and sat over on his Laps,Slowly and Slowly She Rolled her Sexy Waist on his Laps. "Kiss Me-" She Bit her Lips Seductively and Whispered Into his Ears,the Knife was Kept Behind her Back. The Man blinked and Didn't Move,He felt the Hard throb on His Trousers and his throat Ran Dry. This Woman Looked So Much Like a Devil in Skin and He Couldn't fall into her Trap. "Put On Your Clothes and Get Out-" "I Won't"She Blinked and drew herself in. " You Belong to Me-" She Trailed Off and in Hunger She Crashed her Lips on His. The Kiss was Innocent, Mabel was a terrible Kisser,Her Lips was just on his and She had No idea What to Do. The Devil Was Amused and He chuckled. "You Don't Know how to Kiss?"There was a Lazy Smirk on his Lips, Okay this Woman was an Interesting One. "You Came here,Took Off your Clothes just to Seduce Me and You Don't Know how to Kiss?"He raised a Brow and Fired. Mabel Pouted unhappily. " Who Said I don't know how to Kiss?" "Then Why are you Sitting there Like a fat Pig

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!