Can I Block Someone From Seeing My Instagram Story Novels & Stories

How sweet it is to be with a man you can control. Another beep had me pausing. I was trying to pick out which lingerie would be best to earn his complete forgiveness. I checked my phone expecting to see a message from Imogen or some of my distant cousins. Apart from the thousands of followers I had on social media. They were the only people I had In my life. It was a photo from an unknown number. I broke into a cold sweat. Last time I had a message from an unknown number, it wasn't good. Something in the back of my mind whispered and told me to block the number before loading the picture.

“I hope everything’s alright?” “Yeah,” I lie. “Just a technical glitch.” But it’s not. It’s not a glitch. Because now that the thought is in my head, I can’t let it go. I open my contacts. Scroll to Knoxx’s name. And sure enough—there it is. Blocked. I stare at the little icon like it’s in another language. Like I don’t understand how it got there. Because I didn’t do this. I know I didn’t. There’s only one person who had access to my phone during that time.

Good riddance. I make sure to block and delete his contact before locking my phone and crying my eyes out.

“What? But in the event he didn’t seem to recognize you.” She shrugged, “I figured. It was as expected. After all, why would he care or remember me?” “But you are like quite popular on social media and—” “Oh, that? I just blocked him. It is quite easy to put distance between ourselves. I blocked them from everywhere; I don’t follow or react to their posts or images.” “And that is enough?” “Not really, but when you are not always on someone’s feed or front page, they wouldn’t always think about you or bother about you.”

“I’ve been following her for three years. You think you know more than we do? Starting a rumor takes one sentence. Clearing your name takes forever.” As the messages kept pouring in, I got more and more upset. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. So I replied to one of them, “Of course I’m not his girlfriend. “I’m his legally wedded wife!” Unfortunately, I never got the second message out. I had already been blocked. I wanted to confront that streamer, but by then I had already been kicked out of the livestream. My account had been blocked, reported, and locked out in one coordinated sweep, so I could not even log in to defend myself.

The sight of it made me sick. I immediately uninstalled the app. Only after the Instagram icon disappeared did I let out a long breath. It seemed that blocking him wasn't enough. I had to delete the whole app just to stop seeing it. Later, I realized that even without Instagram, his dramatic display had already made the trending lists everywhere. People were following our story as if it were a novel. Just then, there was a knock at the door. The Shore family maid asked if I wanted to come downstairs for breakfast.

At 11 AM she grabbed her phone and typed with shaking thumbs. Aria: I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but this ends now. Stop following me. Stop watching me. If I see you or anyone connected to you near me again, I will block you completely and never stream for you again. I mean it. Stay the hell out of my real life. She hit send before she could overthink it. Then she blocked his ability to tip for the next 24 hours through her settings. It wouldn’t stop him from messaging, but it felt like something.

“That little bitch you guys are with wouldn't let you know what's right to do. I've told you to part with her.” My heart fumed. I pulled out my phone quickly from my trouser pocket, going over to W******p, to her account and to her messages which I'd left unanswered. “That little bitch is blocking you.” I dropped a caption with a pissed sticker, blocking her right away, next with the Alpha. I headed to my call logs and blocked their numbers. “Wouldn't give a fuck!” I dashed out of the blanket, walking away. “Where are you going?” Her sons motioned to me, calling me back. That's how the call ended.

Harry truly was a natural at this. With just a few words, he had the viewers completely hooked. Who would have thought he had only been in this industry for a few months? Before long, the second person joined the joint stream. It was a woman this time as well. "Hi, I want to ask something. I was talking to this guy I really clicked with. We agreed to meet offline, and I booked a hotel near his place. But he's suddenly blocked me. What does this mean?"

"You wasn't excited to see me at all?" I jerked my hand free from his grasp painfully aware that we were now sitting close enough we could reach out and touch. "You made my stomach drop to my feet, and not in a good way. It hurt to see you, Seth. I can't tell you how many nights I sat up willing my phone to ring and it be you. I can't explain how much my heart would break when my phone would go off and it wouldn't be you." Seth took a hit of his blunt, "why did you block me on Instagram?"