Ignore Me Novels & Stories

Well, let us try the ignore part first. The phone goes silent for a few brief seconds before it persistently starts to light up again. Now is this girl going to flood my inbox with a million messages saying how sorry she is? Do I even care if she is sorry? Well, let us ignore her for another few seconds and then decide how I feel about that. Fuck…I am pissed.

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" But she's a submissive. You hate submissives, " " Don't question me, " I snap, " Go get the night patrol ready. " He looks at me dissapointedly, but honestly I couldn't care less.

It was designed specifically to manipulate people like me who had just returned to wealthy families and were emotionally vulnerable. "You thought it was fate? It was technology!" Sienna waved the remote control. "Now, get on your knees! Sign the transfer documents! Otherwise, I'll press this button and turn him into pulp!" Drake's mouth was gagged. He could only make muffled sounds, but his eyes remained resolute as he shook his head violently, signaling me not to worry about him. I looked at Sienna and calmly removed the wire-rimmed glasses from my nose. I had recently gotten them specially made with an anti-interference program embedded inside. They also served as my communication device w

Instead, I ended the call and my fingers flew across the keyboard as I composed an angry message. [Are you ignoring me?] I stared at the screen, watching as the tiny little delivery notification blinked. And I got nothing, not even a typing bubble playing on the screen or an accidental reply. I swallowed the knot in my throat, and my thumb hovering over the send key as I typed out three variations of texts about my whining and deleted them all because they sounded awful. After deleting the next ten messages, I settled on one that wouldn’t hurt my pride. [If you're ignoring me because of what happened last night, you don't have to.]

There was a message sitting on the screen of his phone. I want to be a part of your life Please let me He read the message and reread it multiple times because he could not understand what the message meant or who it was from. He ignored it thinking it was a scammer who was trying to get him to interact so he ignored the message. He dropped his phone to the bedside and laid back to the bed.

she still ignored him and said nothing . He was now angry and he removed the table from between them and pushed her seat towards him ,she became startle by this and now looked towards him"i hate it when someone ignores me , do you understand when i am talking to you listen to me , how long are you gonna avoide me ." "for how long i can and trust me i can ignore people way long then they can imagine" she answered him calmly but with strict tone .

Jackson mumbled softly, "I would ignore him if I were you...." "If I listened to you, I would have to ignore everybody in this classroom..." I muttered under my breath. I looked at him, briefly before pulling out my composition notebook and a black pen. The ink quickly pooling onto the page to form the words. "Actually, you don't have to listen to me to ignore everybody. You're clearly anti-social without my help." "Shut up...Can't you see I'm busy?" "Busy making yourself look crazy? Yeah, I know."

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

The long day was really tiring, and she wished to get a peaceful shut-eye, but another text message appeared on her phone. *Why are you ignoring me? It's important. Come meet me at Dark Spring nightclub downtown. Now.* Ivy was tempted to reply with the sentence "Go to hell, get lost," or any words that would make her understand that she wasn't giving her any chances. *Are you coming?* *I'll be waiting.* The better way to solve it was to switch off her phone, which she did before falling asleep.