Stigma Novels & Stories

“Stop talking altogether! He's not my son. He can never be. I remember everything quite well. I wore a condom. So, this trick of yours won't work.” “Yes you did,” I sniffled. “But not all rounds. I can swear that you fucked me raw at least five times that night. Remember we had marathon sex.” “God,” he exhaled. “Do you know...” I whispered quietly, "...do you know the stigma I've had to live with for five years? The lingering, mocking stares each time I show up at important events in his school alone without a man by my side? Do you? He couldn't even bear your name because of the lie you told me that night. I didn't even know anything about you and my parents.

"She'll be fine. Let's just hope something is done before the damage, okay?" "I can't even watch her this way. I can't!" Melodie began sobbing and turned away. As she walked past the group of people standing and watching, she stopped. "Y'all can see it now, right?!" She yelled. "The girl you condemn because her kind attacked your loved ones. You think she brought this upon herself? She was a fucking human before our evil species turned her and now she has to live with a stigma because you all don't see that she's only being her genuine self. Retards!"

In a fear that he may be a disgrace to their ego and family name, they kicked all three of them. Emerson, Fletch and Zee had three different apartments to their name. With a handsome amount in their accounts as pocket money. Emerson did everything in a day with the help of his friends, rented out two apartments and shifted in his apartment along with his brother. He transferred their accounts so that his dad won't freeze them. He had to protect himself and his brothers and to secure their future. It took days for Fletch to get past the physical and mental abuse he had to suffer. Every slap and every kick reminded him of being a disgrace and a shame. He felt disgusting but it wasn't his fault

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.

Annabel was already reaching for it when I bent over, but this time the sickness felt different. It wasn’t only my stomach that hurt. It was everything. My future. My reputation. My career. My name. When the nausea finally eased, I remained crouched beside the bucket, breathing heavily. I was going to give birth to a child who would carry a stigma just like I did. The thought made my chest ache. No. I couldn’t allow that.

“Someone who takes any and every customer—a streetwalker.” His grip tightened. Red marks bloomed where his long fingers pressed into her jaw, holding her in place between his thumb and the rest of his fingers. A violent shiver ran through her, her breath catching as the full weight of his words sank in—the terrifying possibility of what he meant, of what could truly happen. “And you would have done nothing to change that course of fate if it happened. Would you?” He released her jaw. “And you are very much aware of their life, don’t you?” His voice was quieter now, but no less sharp. “It consists of social stigma, tarnishment—a life like a prison, a life of

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