Can I Block Someone From Seeing My Instagram Story 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 lowered her gaze to her phone and sent a flirtatious WhatsApp sticker to Keegan. The next moment, she froze in place. The message could not be sent because Keegan had blocked her.

"Did you tell him where you work?" "Not exactly... but it must be in my Instagram profile. He mentioned looking at it." "Exactly." Gwen tapped the phone in my hand. "And that's a huge imbalance, isn't it? He can dig into your life, find your workplace, send you flowers here. Meanwhile you can't even look up his name because he uses a faceless anonymous profile. You should block him and report him to the app." "Annie, you're overreacting. He didn't do anything wrong."

“Because with how you were ignoring my texts, I was beginning to think you’d forgotten.” I had blocked his number, but I didn’t block his social media accounts. I would occasionally look at pictures of us together and cry my eyes out. “What do you want, Max? I made it clear I didn’t want to speak to you again. I blocked your number. I don’t want you talking to—” “But not the social media, huh?” he said. “If you’re going to stalk someone, liking and unliking their stuff isn’t the way to go.”

Paige looked at Chris, wondering if they were settling the scores now. If they were, she would not be afraid. "Why can't I block you? Take a look at the things you say. None of them are pleasant to the ears. Can’t I block someone who annoys me and says things I don't want to hear?" Paige replied. "I control my contacts. I can block anyone I want." Chris asked calmly, "What did I say that you didn't like?" Angry, Paige glared at him. "Go check our chat records. You call me shameless one moment, and the next, you say I'm a puppy. Do you think I enjoy hearing these things?"

I cursed, frustrated at the process I needed to do in order to explore the app. "Mm, you could link your F.B. account or G-mail with your I.G., by the way," OJ suggested, and I did what she said. Another few minutes passed, and I was about to complain about what I had been doing and encountering. "Why can't I f*cking see people's posts? I could look at the other profiles of dozens of Veronica Dawsons here. Why does this one and this one, then this one here need to be accepted first? And follow? F*ck! We are going nowhere!" I groaned and looked at the girl behind me with my eyebrows meeting in unrest.

The name vanishes from her contacts list, and in that moment, something inside her feels lighter. But it isn’t enough. Not yet. She exits the contacts and opens her social media apps. She starts with I*******m, scrolling through the list of connections, each one reminding her of a life she once thought she could be part of. One by one, she blocks every person connected to him—the people who still follow him, the mutual friends, the acquaintances she’s shared moments with.

Without hesitation, I blocked his social media account. Out of sight, out of mind. Trash like him should remain in the trash can. Stop coming out and polluting my view.

I hurriedly opened I*******m, my fingers shaking as I typed her name into the search bar. No results were found. Rather weird considering she documented her entire life in videos and pictures. I hurriedly created a fake profile and searched her name again. It didn’t take long to find her profile. She had blocked me on I*******m. We weren't friends or enemies. I barely cared about her existence. What reason did she have for blocking me? I tapped on her account and the second it opened, my stomach dropped. Her page was private. She had over twenty thousand followers.

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