Do Guys Regret Blocking You Novels & Stories

She didn't want to come face to face with him. Megan had never been involved with a married man before. Well, she had, actually. It crossed her mind that she had once met a really nice guy, introduced to her by her colleague Mayra. They went out for a weekend, to a bar and then to a motel. Nothing out of the ordinary at first. They exchanged messages for weeks, but he would take a long time to reply when she messaged him, sometimes responding only the next day, and she had already forgotten. She also noticed that one weekend, after she sent him a "good weekend" sticker, his profile picture disappeared, and she felt upset when she realized he had blocked her. He unblocked her three days later

“He’ll try to wish you a Merry Christmas, but don’t forget how he wrecked your life.” Around me, the other seven women nod, a mix of murmured agreement and shared sighs filling the room. I can’t bring myself to join them. My phone vibrates in my hand, and my breath catches. It’s not him—just a spam message—but my reaction makes it painfully clear how tightly he still has me wrapped around his finger. It’s pathetic, the way I still react to it. “I can’t block him,” I whisper, though no one asked me to speak.

Don’t push it. The messages didn’t send. Red exclamation marks blinked back at him. Blocked. His jaw clenched. “You think you can scare me? Let's do this, it's only a matter of time before you come crawling back".

My mind was spinning. I needed someone who wouldn’t give up on me, or betray me like everyone else had. I tried calling Julian and the phone screen showed. “Call Failed.” No matter how many times I tried, it just wouldn’t go through. Then the horrible truth settled in: he had blocked me. He didn’t want to hear from me anymore. A wave of anger mixed with hurt rolled through me. How could he just shut me out? After everything? I bit my lip so hard it started to bleed.

‘Deleted message, sorry I mistakenly sent you a work file, where are you though? I quickly typed, ‘I’m sorry we aren’t compatible’ but it refused to send, his display picture disappeared and I guessed he blocked me. I felt an instant wave of relief pour over me. This was a girl's nightmare, for a guy to block them after a first date, but for some reason, I felt so relieved. Now I didn’t have to feel guilty about ditching his ass. I stared at the calendar, Monday, another busy day. I quickly had a hot bath and slipped into the nearest dress I could find.

She hadn't been bothering him, but on rainy days, she would send a text message with a smiling face, reminding him to take an umbrella when going out. At first, Evan Clare thought they were just junk messages and didn't bother to block them. However, these messages had come in handy a few times, ensuring that he never got caught in the rain. Each message had a different reminder, and Evan Clare realized that they might not be automated messages but rather personalized ones. So, he decided to check the phone number. He thought that she would probably be like any other attention-seeking girl at S University, unable to sustain her efforts for long. However, for the past two years, she had been

That evening, I was eating dinner with my parents as we discussed the wedding in three days. My phone buzzed incessantly as I received several hundred messages. A quick glance told me they were all from George. I had no doubt they were either apologies, pleas for forgiveness, or pleas for us to get back together. I picked up my phone and sent a straightforward message in reply: "We've already broken up, so please stop bothering me." Then, I didn't wait for him to reply before blocking his number. In an instant, I regained peace and silence in my world.

Hadn't I already done enough of that? I had a 102℉ fever, couldn't even sit up. Shayne blocked me because I didn't reply while he was working late. It was Pudding—sweet, frantic Pudding—who barked like crazy and pawed at the neighbor's door until someone got me to the hospital. What a freaking joke. I grabbed my phone, opened the gallery. Our old lock screen photo—both of us smiling like love was enough. Reality check? I exhaled slow, hit delete.

However, the next second, a glaring red exclamation mark appeared, telling him his message had failed to send and that the recipient had blocked him. Jeremy, upon realizing that Whitney had blocked him, felt a stab in his chest, and breathing became difficult. Could the rumor be true?

He looked at himself in the mirror, thinking about his friends’ comments, and his expression grew darker and darker. Taking out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts but remembered she had blocked all his numbers. Frustrated, he logged into his social media account and searched for her name. Without thinking, he tapped on it, hoping he could tell her about her chance to come back and how he was ready to take her back if she apologized for leaving him. But the message, "You can't message this user," appeared instead. "Blocked?" His eyes widened. He knew she had blocked his number, but he hadn’t expected her to block him on social media too. His anger flared even more. He would never for