Novel & Cerita If Someone Blocks You Does It Go Straight To Voicemail

That's when a small notification popped up on my screen. Message Failed. My grin slowly faded. "No way." I clicked on the conversation and immediately understood what had happened. Blocked. The little menace had actually blocked me. I stared at the screen for a moment before letting out a laugh. "Seriously?” I switched off my phone when Ronan came to my side again. Thankfully the class ended before he had a chance to say anything else, I quickly took my bag and dashed out. “Malakai, Practice's by 4! Don't be late.” Ronan shouted after me but I ignored him, my phone buzzed with a message. I opened it to read the message which was sent by the cutie before he proceeded to block me again.

Almost immediately, I received his reply. Ben: “What’s your problem this time? If not in BU, where are you now?” Ben: “I’m warning you, Kaycee. It’s move-in day today. Don’t test my patience.” I grinned. That was when my communication stopped. I tapped on his contact profile. Ben was now added to my blocked contacts. I then blocked Cory, Tracey, and Ian. Once they had been removed from my contacts, I pulled the old SIM card out of my phone.

"Not answering my calls? You just withdrew the application, and now do you want a divorce again?" The message sending failed. He discovered that Amelia had blocked him.

Knowing fully well that if I stayed away I just got the news that I wouldn't be able to take in one day. I quickly typed a reply with shaking fingers: “I am in the country now. I would like a face-to-face conversation.” My thumb tapped the send button repeatedly, heart pounding as I waited. The message failed to deliver. A cold notification appeared instead, Blocked. Sorry, you can’t text this number. A surge of frustration and fear crashed over me. “Damn it!” I growled, slamming my fist hard against the steering wheel. The impact sent a sharp jolt up my arm, but I barely felt the pain. “Fuck it…”

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.'"

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.

This man has apparently decided peace is no longer an option for anybody involved in his life. I decline the call immediately. Two seconds later it rings again. Malachi looks amused already. “That’s desperate.” “He’s irritating.” “That too.” The phone keeps vibrating against the table like it personally pays bills here and finally Toby looks up from the floor. “Why don’t you block him?” I blink slightly. Was this kid listening? “Because unfortunately adults have legal complications,” I mutter. “That sounds fake.” “It kind of is,” Lilith admits. The phone stops and immediately a message comes through.

“You can’t do this to me. Please, Elena. I’ll find another way. I’ll do anything, but not this. Please.” Her last message hit like a blade. “Good luck.” Then, one by one, the messages began vanishing. “No,” I gasped, watching them disappear. The final notification of my promised doom was the indication that I had been blocked by Elena on the messages app. A sob tore out of me. I dropped my forehead against my knees, clutching the phone so hard my hand cramped. Then—the phone buzzed again. My heart stuttered. An incoming call from an unknown number. Probably Elena.

As Noa turned to leave, he smirked faintly. “Try it. I just blocked two guys this morning. No distractions.” He started toward the door, then paused, glancing back. “Max, it works, so try blocking them.” He almost screamed it. And just like that, he was gone. The silence returned, but it felt heavier. That instant Max’s phone buzzed, startling him. “Damn it,” he cursed and stared at it for a moment. It was a message. He unlocked it.

I stood there, frozen, the phone pressed to my ear like it was glued there, like I was in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. I couldn't breathe. My lips parted but no sound came out. And then suddenly— William was there. I don't even remember when he walked in. But his hand reached out, calm but firm, and took the phone from mine. He didn't hesitate. Didn't flinch. He just hung up, turned to his assistant, and said in a voice cold enough to cut through steel: "Install the strongest harassment blocker on this phone. From now on, only the numbers in her contact list are allowed. Block everything else. Shut off all social platforms."