Stigma Effect Novels & Stories

I couldn’t go to the grocery store without someone slipping something into my bag calling me a paedo. “At least say something to me, babe.” I couldn’t go on the internet to find something interesting to watch, without seeing defaming stories about me. I was even afraid to go out with Eggust in public. The man I claimed to love. Everything felt so suffocating and I was tired. My child didn’t deserve to be born into such. It was still in the womb but people were already wishing it died. When the child comes, everyone would know because Eggust would want his child to take his last name, that alone would cause a stigma, because people will connect the dots and the child will be known as the forb

Felix meant it as a statement, not a question, but he seemed to not believe what he was hearing. “I am. You’re right that I’m a walking disaster. I’m cursed.” “We’re all cursed,” Felix said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.” He pointed at his Stigma. “At least you don’t have this.” I knew he was right, and I felt embarrassed at how narcissistic I was. Here I was telling this boy how my life was so terrible when he was the one who grew up in a horrifying environment in the slums. He had been branded with the Stigma, and most werewolves, disliked him for that fact alone.

a lady sitting in front of Larkin whispered to her friend. "This man has no shame! How could he display those pictures from his past on his wedding day?" the friend replied indignantly. A wave of emotions surged within Larkin. It was happening again—the stigma she had endured throughout her high school and college years because of her father's profession. She had been subjected to mockery and bullying, her self-confidence deeply wounded. To protect herself, she had developed a habit of dressing modestly, always ensuring her body was fully covered. And now, the painful reminder of her father's past was being exposed in front of all these people.

“They’ll talk, that’s for sure. They’ll judge, and they’ll spread rumors. But what they think doesn’t change how I feel about you.” I felt a pang of guilt at his words. He was right, of course. But the truth was, it wasn’t just the pack’s judgment that was eating away at me. It was the fact that we had let things get out of control, that we had given in to the heat of the moment without considering the consequences. “I don’t regret what happened,” I said quietly, my voice trembling with emotion. “But I do regret that we didn’t think it through. The stigma... it’s not just about us anymore. It’s about the pack, about what they’ll say, how they’ll treat us.”

I said. " Mommy , tell me will everyone like me again? I asked sobbing. " Ofcourse dear, everyone loved you and will always loved you" my mom said. " Won't I still be regarded as a mad woman? I asked. " Why are you degrading yourself, you are not a mad woman, I have always known you to have a high self esteem, where is this feelings coming from? Mommy asked. " It's just that I see my previous condition that could be a stigma on me" I said.

My mouth became parched. Before I could stop them, the flashes appeared. The faces of guys who had attempted to rape me, their eyes lingering too long. the stigma I experienced after being called a whore by everyone. My gut churned. "No," I exhaled. "The only thing keeping me safe from them was the bracelet." Rebecca, repression does not equate to protection. Tell me, what would you do if the bracelet disappeared one day? How would you handle the consequences? One of the witches inquired again.

Her room is a one room apartment with a tiny kitchen and bathroom that look like everything would fall apart any minute. She couldn't even sell her clothes because no one wanted to talk to the deranged woman who had been on the t.v barely three weeks ago, the stigma was suffocating, no one bothered to ask her what was true or false, you would be whatever people call you, you are god if they call you one and you are shit if they say that's you. She didn't mind the hunger and loneliness, nor the way she had to deal with multiple nightmares but she really minded the bad shape her kid may end up in, she only got her staying with her because of her luck.

"I'm just afraid one of them is going to get their heart broken. Not only is she a nice girl, but she's a smart girl, and she wants out of this town." "Well, I don't blame her," Meredith put out a bowl of fruit salad, leaving the cover on to keep the flies out of it until they could all sit down for the meal. "I have a stigma of a rape victim on me, even if it's just to a few people. She has a stigma of being the daughter of a stripper. She's never going to outgrow that, no matter how smart or beautiful she is. There are only so many stigmas we can escape at a time."

The one person that showed me what true love truly means ended up with my best friend more like my sister, they turned into my enemy and tortured me day to day. Despite my beauty, I couldn't get a mate of mine, they all rejected me without any second thought. I know that the stigma will live in me for eternity till I perish from the fouls of this earth. I flare my nose as a burning smell hits me, I nervously exchanged a look with the woman and that's when it dawned on us the meat was burning. "The….the meat!" I screamed.

"My boss said that both Zion Chyl and Jae Chyl have never been to Riverside City. They don't seem to have interacted much. The only thing they seem to have in common is an adult website. What do you think about that?" "I have no idea yet. I just took over the case," Stella said as she looked down. She didn't want to comment on this because it involved the special forces from the military base. She didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. "You don't deserve your reputation," Benjamin scorned. Stella glared at Benjamin. He didn't even look at her. Stella smiled and said, "In psychology, the more a person criticizes others, the more they are trying to hide their inferiority or guilt. Which one