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

Christian. I stood up, the fourth time, from where I was seated, almost throwing my phone against my office door in range as I called Lucy for over the fifth time, but she was not picking up, not like it was ringing. It kept going to voicemail. What could be going on? Why isn't she picking up? Why is the number going to voicemail? Did she block me, black listed me or something? If that's the case, why would she do that?

Finally, he typed a message. Ethan: [Hey. How’s your neck? Is it still burning?] An hour passed. No 'read' receipt. He frowned and messaged his group chat of wealthy heirs. Ethan: [Is the network down for you guys? Are my messages going through?] The chat, which had been buzzing with hockey scores, went silent. Finally, one friend replied. Friend: [Ethan... you’re blocked, bro.] Ethan’s phone nearly cracked in his grip. Blocked? She actually blocked an Alpha?

” Marcus hit the send button and the message got delivered, he heaved a sigh of relief immediately. But there was no reply for a while. Before he finally got a response again. “The next time you disturb her! You know what happens” That was just the word. Marcus tried to send a message but it says not delivered meaning he has gotten blocked by the other party. Marcus leaned back in his chair, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a leaden blanket. His breath quickened, and he could feel a bead of sweat forming at his brow. He rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the oncoming headache that pulsed with every frantic thought racing through his mind.

"N-Nate, I think she blocked me." "Me too." "Same here..." A whole group of them, and not a single one could get in touch with Naomi. Nathaniel’s eyelid twitched violently. He pulled out his phone instinctively and removed Naomi from his blocklist. But when he sent a message, all he got in return was a red exclamation mark. Naomi had blocked him too? He blinked slowly, as though his mind was only just starting to catch up. Then, suddenly, it hit him.

Hollow. He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen. His thumb hovered over Rebecca's number. Maybe if he explained himself. Maybe if he apologized, she would listen. They had history. Years of it. She couldn't just erase him completely. He hit the call button. It rang once, then went straight to a generic voicemail. He tried again. Same result. Blocked. She had actually blocked him. The realization hit like a punch to the stomach. Johnson slammed his phone down on the bar. The bartender glanced over but said nothing.

I was too shocked to react. Unwilling to give up, I redialed the number, only to be greeted by a female mechanical voice, saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy. Please try again later." I switched over to Temu's chat interface to message BallerBling directly. But every message I sent came back with a bright red exclamation mark. He'd actually blocked me. Bethany Greer leaned over my shoulder to look at the screen and immediately burst out laughing.

Turning back to my phone, I decided not to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I messaged him, "Don't chat me up anymore. If you message me again, I'll block you." I waited, expecting a response, but there was only silence. I bit my lip, wondering why he wasn't saying anything. He actually didn't reply. What an asshole!

Deep down, I already knew she probably would not reply. That was how Vivienne behaved whenever she was truly angry. Time passed slowly. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. An hour. Still nothing. I called her number. The call immediately went to voicemail. I called again. Voicemail. The third time. The fourth time. Still voicemail. Frustration slowly rose inside my chest. Without thinking, I blocked her number. The moment I did it, I regretted it slightly, but the action had already been done. I immediately called James.

The screen glowed faintly in the dark. The message was still there, waiting. Don’t ignore me, Xane. I could almost hear his voice in those words—cold, commanding, like he already expected me to obey. My stomach churned.Without thinking twice, I tapped Block Contact. The confirmation popped up. Block number? You will no longer receive calls or messages from this contact. “Yes,” I whispered. “Block.” And just like that, the message disappeared. I exhaled, long and shaky, trying to convince myself that was the end of it. That if I erased it, it couldn’t reach me. Couldn’t touch me.

I parked down the street, brought out my phone and texted her. “We need to talk. Now.” I sent the message but after five minutes, I got no response. I called but it went straight to voicemail. I called again and again but nothing, until the last call went through to the polite little machine telling me that I had been blocked. Blocked? My pulse spiked and I got out of the car, then I climbed the fence like I belonged there. But their security didn’t think so. Two of their guards spotted me before I even hit the grass.