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

Wanda was utterly dumbfounded. She grabbed her phone and frantically dialed my number. She kept trying and trying, but all she got was the same cold automated voice. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable." Reluctant to give up, she tried to message me. Realizing I had blocked her, she trembled. In fact, I had blocked her on every single platform. It was exactly what she used to do to me. Only this time, I wouldn't be adding her back.

“I've been trying to call you but you're not picking up. Look, I've had a really shitty day and it's one of those days where I just need to talk to someone so….please call me back when you get this.” I left several texts in addition to the voicemail but I didn't receive a call from him. Not once. However, the moment I stepped through the front door, my phone chimed with a message alert. Thinking it was Andre, I dashed towards my bag that I'd dumped on the counter, flipping through it. Instantly, my shoulders slumped in disappointment as I realised it wasn't him but someone else entirely. The ID was blocked so I couldn't figure out who it was but the creepy messages they left behind sent a ch

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?

Straight to voicemail. She has called every day for the past few weeks and it always went straight to voicemail. She knew he had blocked her number, but she called anyway, on the off chance he would unblock her number and she would actually be able to get through. It had been like this ever since he replied to her message and told her to fuck off. She left him another voicemail, hell she didn’t know if he was even listening to them. He probably wasn’t though, if it was her, she wouldn’t.

When William hurried back to the apartment, the place was pitch black. He called my name twice. No response. In that instant, his heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. Alarm bells screamed in his head. He started frantically calling my phone. The first call went to voicemail. The second, the phone was off. By the last attempt, the number was no longer in service. He switched to our chat and sent a string of question marks. None of them delivered. His fingers trembled. He scrolled to the very top of our conversation and finally opened the voice message from three days ago, the one he had never bothered to listen to.

Was he the kind of person that would be threatened like this? William did not hesitate to block Evelyn again and he even disabled incoming messages from unknown numbers on his phone. Evelyn sent two messages in succession because she thought that William would fall for her plan, but the third message was blocked. Did William try to block her again? Evelyn was so angry that she immediately changed her SIM card and called again. This time, she couldn't get through, nor could she send a message. She was so angry that she gnashed her teeth. "Damn it, William! How can you be so heartless! Just you wait, I'll never let you go!"

Taking it out from my pocket, I looked at the blocked ID. It kept on ringing. I knew fully that I wasn't supposed to answer it if it was...blocked. Eventually, it stopped. But the next second, a message popped up. From the same ID. Call back.

That was until my messages stopped going through and I realized she just blocked me. I threw my phone at the wall and watched as it shattered on the floor. “Easy man,” Cayden said as he walked in, eyeing the mess on the floor. “Why would you throw your phone like that?” I groaned, pulling my hair. “Amara just blocked me.” He shook his head. “That’s not a valid reason.” I glared at him. “You missed the meeting.” “Want to suspend me from my company then?” Cayden sighed. “You leave me no choice but to call for reinforcement. I can’t watch you let yourself go like this.”

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.