Stigma Novels & Stories

he capitalised each word. She jumped down from the stool, the fear she had earlier vanishing. "We were just talking and I mentioned something about her miscarriage and she just snapped, I had no idea she didn't like speaking of it. I was only trying to be friendly, not my fault she has issues that needs a mental therapist" she crossed her hand over her chest and rolled her eyes. "And you think am so stupid to believe that nonesenes!" Damien raised his voice. "That's the truth!!" She yelled out, feeling frustrated. Why was he making a big deal out from this.

She was overlooked by everyone all her life. Settling herself in the first row, Haya stared at the wooden table as if her eyeballs were frozen or she had been hypnotized. She was already pressurized enough for not finding her mate yet. In addition, now she was carrying a pup of someone who was not even her mate. She thought of the horrible consequences and the backlash she would get from her family, her pack, her friend, and everyone around her. Horrible thoughts crammed inside her, delivering cold shivers all over her body. She didn't wanna be a stigma on her family and her pack.

“Therapy is already accessible to them even without this whole scenario.” “Yes, it is accessible to them. But the problem is their willingness to go. Therapy itself is being frowned upon by the society, especially the conservative families of the students of La Florence. That is the existing stigma that I plan to break with this; letting out to the media.” Damian defended his stance as valiantly as he could so that he almost convinced Mr. Ben into agreeing. But he was so focused on one single detail that he was not able to see the big picture of it. Good thing that he has someone to save him and his plans.

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

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

I told her and she laughed in between her tears. "You can't. Nobody can help me. I am now a nobody. I ruined my hands using my own hands. I betrayed my best friend who was more than a sister to me and now karma is all over me, threatening to murder me. My family no longer wants me. After all, I went against everything they believed in. The pack would never value me anymore. I have a stigma. It's something that would never leave me. Unfortunately, this is my life right now." she explained her plight. "You can start afresh. If you want, we can leave this pack or what do you think about that?" I asked her and she looked up, her eyes hopeful.

I would surely go after her whether she likes it or not. As a result of how upset I was, I got famished already. My stomach began to grumble already. I was unable to chat freely with anyone anymore just because of the stigma she has made on me. Just when it was about time to go look for what to eat, I headed to the canteen to get some. Even without sharing words with anyone, they began raising different topics.

She had gone over it again and again but she felt if she stared at it hard enough, the result would change. She could feel eyes boring into her, she knew why they were staring, she was after all the internet trending topic and she would live with the stigma for the rest of her life. Bella was grateful that no one assaulted her like last time, so she paid deaf ears to their whispers and turned blind eyes to their finger-pointing.

“I’m sorry. I’m a doctor, and I shouldn’t ask too much about my patients’ personal lives… But your request isn’t a common one. It’s my responsibility to take care of my patients. I can’t prescribe medicines so easily. Can you understand?” “I understand...” “If you’re so repulsive by the man, why do you want to have sex with him?” “No, it’s my own problem.” Stella bit the bullet and made up a reason on the spot. “I became significantly repulsive to men after an accident… But this isn’t specific to one person, so I’m hoping to get some help through medication.” That was when Zeta understood her implication. “Did you experience some trauma and have posttraumatic stress? Could that be why you re

She said trying to catch her breath. "Oh my God! The king is going to kill me!" She whisper shouted. "He doesn't have to know. Come on Tierra, you can't tell me you don't feel this connection between us." Damien moved closer to her but Tierra pushed him back. "Connection!? My Prince, I don't know if you realised it but I'm a slave, your a prince. I'm black, your white. This is illegal!" Her eyes watered. "I'm sorry your highness but I can't do this. Goodnight." She said before entering the closed door.