Blocking Vs Unfriending On Facebook Novels & Stories

Finally, he typed a message. Ethan: [Hey. How’s your neck? Is it still burning?] An hour passed. No 'read' receipt. He frowned and messaged his group chat of wealthy heirs. Ethan: [Is the network down for you guys? Are my messages going through?] The chat, which had been buzzing with hockey scores, went silent. Finally, one friend replied. Friend: [Ethan... you’re blocked, bro.] Ethan’s phone nearly cracked in his grip. Blocked? She actually blocked an Alpha?

"Could I get your contact info? I'd love to buy you a coffee to thank you!" A coffee? Yeah, right. A coffee laced with poison, probably. "No, thank you. I'm busy." I hung up, found the transaction record, and sent the money straight back. Then I blocked his number without a second thought. A few minutes later, I got a friend request on a social media app. The profile picture was a handsome young man in a selfie at an art gallery. [Ma'am, I'm not a bad guy, why did you block me? SAD]

He then reached Stella through a direct message on Facebook: [Stella, unblock me on WhatsApp. Stella glanced at his message, but she did not unblock him on WhatsApp. Lucas then messaged her on Facebook again: [Stella, I have something important to tell you. So, please unblock me.] Stella still refused to unblock him. However, she responded: [When I need you, I'll contact you. If I never contact you, you better behave and not disturb me. Otherwise, our agreement is off.] Lucas was speechless. He was about to snap but he suppressed his anger.

It delivered immediately and next thing was marked as seen. And yet no reply. I sent a question mark and it happened again for both their messages. I stared at the screen like it personally offended me. “Wow.” Did my friends cut me off? Daddy wouldn’t unblock my account until my six months were over . So I wasn’t exactly in the mood to go spend money I didn’t have. And now my so-called friends couldn’t even text back? I threw my phone on the bed. I hated this feeling. Alone.

"His partner must have found out." "It might also be because his partner suddenly started sticking by his side all the time, and he couldn't shake her. He was afraid that you would send him messages during this time. If she saw your messages, he would be done for. So, blocking you was his only move." "Tip of the day. If you're blocked, he can still find you on his blocklist. But if he deletes you completely, you're gone for good." "How do you all know this stuff? Why do I know nothing?"

I went to her profile and the about status wasn't showing either. Well, that was grown up of her to block me....or delete my numbers.. but then I guess it was a way of leaving me behind. I slowly shed a few tears as I looked at all the conversations we have shared before and the stupid goofy pictures we took. How can this be.....? How? I then got a notification on my F******k messenger, she changed my name. She changed everything and to make things worse she unfriended me. Fuck! My whole body started shaking like hell. My heart started beating around my neck. I was in pain.. my whole body was...

I thought love was a slow burn that would eventually catch. Reality was a claw across the face. It was so brutal that I didn't even have the strength to shift. I sat in the back of the car, watching the world I ruled pass me by, feeling like a king of nothing. I pulled out my private device and navigated to the contact I had never deleted. I typed a single word: Why? The system immediately pinged back with a red notification. I had been blocked. The link was dead. I stared at the screen until my eyes burned. Then, with a hand that didn't feel like mine, I removed the name from my favorites. I messaged Tyler.

I murmured quietly. “What?” he leaned closer. “I said I’m sorry!” I practically yelled it into his ear. Sean blinked, then smiled. “Why don’t we talk somewhere else?” “Tomorrow,” I replied quickly. “Today I’m meeting my friends.” “Then it’s a date,” he shouted. Then he pointed at my phone. “But first unblock me right now.” Heat rushed straight to my cheeks. And probably my ears too. Still, I pulled out my phone and did exactly what he asked.

They say their goodbyes and turn to leave, and we stand to do the same. As we’re heading out, I pull out my phone and send Marco a quick message, asking if I can come over. Maybe I just need something, anything, to remind me I still have some control. But the moment I hit send, my screen flashes with the worst kind of rejection. Marco blocked me. Right there, standing just a few feet away from me, he actually blocked me. Shit. What in the actual fuck? I thought I had Marco wrapped around my finger, even just a little, but I guess not.

Seth took a hit of his blunt, "why did you block me on Instagram?" I shrugged, "I unfollowed you everywhere I could because I didn't want you shoved in my face. I blocked you just out of anger at the time." Seth sat up grabbing my phone off the coffee table handing me my phone. I looked at him frowning knowing what he wanted. Going to Instagram I unblocked him, and set my notifications back on for him. "There are you happy, I'm only going to reunfollow you when I get back to New York."