If Someone Blocks You Does It Go Straight To Voicemail Novels & Stories

We need to talk. Something cold settles deeper in my chest while I type back quickly.*We’re done. Don’t call me again.* I hit send. Then block him before he can respond. The silence after feels……strange. Not better just different. My phone buzzes again. Pamela. I don’t even open it. Blocked, simple. I exhale slowly, but the pressure sitting inside my chest still doesn’t fully ease. Like something is lodged there refusing to move no matter how many times I breathe.

That would give me some moment to reach out to my mate to let him know Efe’s was going in. I hit my phone and was met by the usual unavailable message. Instead of hanging up as I usually did when the line didn’t connect, I waited until the voice demanded if I would like to send a voicemail. I clicked yes and waited for the beep which signified the start of the voicemail.

The same result, it was still red. Eugene mentioned something about blocking. How would he remove that so he can successfully send a message to her before she goes to sleep? Groaning begrudgingly, he called Eugene again, who just gotten up from the floor from laughing so hard. He chuckled before picking up the call. "Would you behave like the age you are and explain to me how I can get unblocked so I can send her a message?" "The question is, why did she block you? Did you do something wrong?"

[STOP! That’s the single worded message I finally receive. “Is he serious?” I try another text, but this time, it doesn’t go through at all, because a red circle stays dancing beside it. Frowning, I call, and instead of getting the automated voicemail message, it says the number is unavailable. Realization sets in. “He blocked me!?” My eyes widen in surprise, but mostly, in panic, because our guest should be here any minute now and I have no idea how to handle it.

"So, what are the signs you were saying will be on the app? If someone blocked me." Elijah’s mind raced. He was now thoroughly convinced that someone had actually blocked his boss. He wondered who on earth possessed the sheer audacity to do such a thing, but he quickly dismissed the thought. No one would dare to block Damien Blackwood. "Well, if it's a social media app, you wouldn't be able to see the person's profile picture anymore," Elijah explained professionally. "And your messages simply won't deliver." Damien nodded slowly, processing the information while keeping his face a perfect mask of indifference. "Okay. Take the phone and find someone else to give it to."

I sighed as I picked my phone up to text Scarlett. ‘Hey. How are you doing?’ I read the message a few times before sending it. It was basic and wouldn’t give anything away. I didn’t have to wait long for my phone to ping, making me snatch my phone up instantly. I took a deep breath before opening the messages. ‘Free Msg: Receiver 1(555)555-5555 is unable to receive message; Message Blocking is active.’ My heart sank. She blocked me. Maybe Valerie hadn’t been right. My phone pinged again, and I groaned when I saw Vanessa’s message.

“Call failed.” I froze on the spot. She had blocked me!

I went to the police station to talk to my friend. I went there and he was solving the case so he was busy for an hour. He told me to sit in his office. I was sitting there and using my cellphone. When I opened my using app Bella was active. I open our chat. I sent her a voice message and she opened my voice note. My heart was in peace to see her active. She sent me a hated emoji. I sent her a lot of sorry messages. At the end she replied to me, "It's okay" and then she blocked me.

He quickly found her international number and dialed. After several rings, an automated voice message answered: **“We’re sorry. The number you dialed is no longer in service.”** Shocked, Nathan stared at his phone in disbelief. His assistant, standing nearby, offered a hesitant suggestion: “Sir, I think… the madam might have blocked you.” Nathan’s expression darkened, cycling between pale and furious. The reality sank in after a long pause: Isabella had blocked him. The assistant glanced at him nervously, his tone almost scolding:

My thumb hovered for a breath before I added the part I actually meant. “If you don’t come, I’ll fucking force you out myself.” That was it. It was clear and direct. She wanted to play games, but I didn’t. I pressed send. Nothing happened. The screen didn’t shift. The message didn’t appear. Instead, a small red symbol popped up at the top of the screen—the kind I never see, because no one ever blocks me. For a second, I just stared, not quite processing it. Then it sank in. She blocked me.