Block His Number Novels & Stories

Riley's Pov She saw everything today. We want nothing to do with you. I am blocking your number. I pressed send. The message was gone. I did not wait for a reply. I went into my phone’s settings. I found his number in my contacts. I scrolled down. I pressed the button that said ‘Block This Caller’. A message popped up. It asked if I was sure. I pressed ‘Yes’. It was done. A small, satisfying click in the universe. He was cut off.

She hangs up and hands me back my phone. I don't know if I'm feeling pissed, violated, or relieved. "I can handle him." "Really?" Her brows nearly hit her hairline. "So how is he still able to call you?" "I..." "Need to block his pathetic ass." "How do I do that?" I pull my phone away when she reaches for it again. "No, not literally. I mean, how do I block someone I spent over half a decade with?" "Easy. Go to 'Contacts,' hit his name, and then 'Block This Caller.'"

In the fourth message, he wrote, "Please unblock me first. I won't force you to get married within a month anymore. Don't make any hasty decisions!" Angeline frowned as she watched Bradyen bombard her with messages. She wondered how he could still send her messages when she had already blocked his number. She then looked up online on how to stop receiving messages from a sender. Following the instructions, she clicked on the top right button of the contact and blacklisted Brayden's number. Soon after, Brayden realized he could no longer message Angeline. He was inwardly scolding her for being obstinate when his phone vibrated. He saw that it was a call from Sean. He had an inexplicably bad f

"Why did you let him come?" I turned to him, frowning. "I didn’t." I shook my head briefly. "And I recall him saying he couldn’t reach my phone. But I know no one has called me since yesterday. Honestly, what did you do to my phone?" "Blocked his number. What else?" he replied nonchalantly, as though it wasn’t something worth hiding. And he didn’t seem to intend to keep it a secret. "Why are you messing with my phone?!" I couldn’t hold back my anger anymore and didn’t know why. I’d managed to stay patient earlier—actually, I’d been able to control myself for the past few days. But now, all of that restraint had vanished.

None of it had been random. He had remembered everything. I held my phone tighter. “What if I never realized?” A helpless smile touched his eyes. “Then I might have become more obvious.” “For example?” “I could have written my NearU username in your review comments.” I laughed, then lightly hit his arm. “Don’t joke about my proposal.” He caught my hand. “Then may I formally apply to be removed from the blacklist?” I looked at him, nervous beneath all that calm, and the last ache in my chest finally loosened.

She said before entering the closed door. Damien sighed rubbing his face. "Damn it." He muttered. Why her? He thought. No matter how much Tierra wanted him to leave her alone, he couldn't. His feelings were too involved now and there is nothing that could stop them But little did he know, Lauren saw everything and she was going to make Tierra's life a living hell.

"Wait a minute, where the hell have you been? You think it was cool of you to just disappear all this while! I tried to find you, I just couldn't--" "I believe I've made myself clear now. Leave the house, Brad. I'm no longer selling to you. Call this number again, and that'll only be a waste of time because I'm blocking it right this instant. Goodbye." "Wait, hold on a sec. How is this possible--hello? Are you still there?" The line had been disconnected before he knew it. Immediately, Brad dialed the number again. Nothing. "What the fuck! Did you actually block me?"

"How dare she block my number?" Henry laughed out of anger. "You've always liked to do whatever you want, Whitney. Is this a threat? If it is, make sure you never unblock my number after this!" After venting his anger, Henry refused to give up and tried calling Whitney's number, but all he got in return was a robotic tone, "The number you have called is not in service. Please try calling again." Calling Whitney did not work either, and just as Henry was at a loss about this, someone exclaimed, "Look at Whitney's latest post! She just got married to Lucas Grant!"

I stared at the screen, watching it vibrate in my hand. I let it do its thing then it went straight to voicemail. The room was silent some few seconds after it stopped. “Same as last time?” he asked. “No," I said. That seemed to interest him and he stepped closer. “What do you mean no?” “This is a different number.” “Let me see.” I gave the phone to him. “Looks like it's blocked. “Can you be able to trace it?” “Can't do that from here.” He gave it back to me.

I was too shocked to react. Unwilling to give up, I redialed the number, only to be greeted by a female mechanical voice, saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy. Please try again later." I switched over to Temu's chat interface to message BallerBling directly. But every message I sent came back with a bright red exclamation mark. He'd actually blocked me. Bethany Greer leaned over my shoulder to look at the screen and immediately burst out laughing.