Ignore You Novels & Stories

During the holidays, my boyfriend, Felix Zimmerman, insists on bringing his female best friend, Cassidy Crowther, home for dinner. Everyone keeps fussing over Cassidy. Even Felix's mother, Helen Danes, takes Cassidy's hand and asks her about her life. Her eyes are already crinkling from how wide her smile has become. But when Helen notices me being ignored by everyone else, she's quick to frown at me. "Sienna, if you have nothing to do, you might as well help out in the kitchen." At the dining table, Felix keeps placing food on Cassidy's plate. When I mutter to Felix to help grab me a piece of crab due to how far the crabs are from me, he goes impatient immediately. Heck, he doesn't eve

Is it really necessary to ignore him? I sighed and started typing the message. Inaya: I'm sorry. I was busy with college assignments. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Now I'm sleeping because I'm wrecked. As I sent the message, he came online like he was waiting for my reply. I'm feeling extremely sad to ignore him intentionally. Mr Stranger: Thank god, you replied. I became so worried about you. I really hope, you're really fine and you're not lying to me. I sighed deeply.

Maybe I'd just have to do it myself. Maybe I can try shifting. 'About damn time.' Nyah growls in my head, causing me to roll my eyes at that. The voice in my head makes me jump. “Nyah?” I call out loud. 'Who else, genius? You’ve been ignoring me long enough.' "Ignoring you?"I blink. “I haven’t been ignoring you! I’ve been... procrastinating.” 'That’s literally ignoring.' “Semantics,” I shoot back, crossing my arms. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

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.

-I] [Too bad. -B] [Then stop messaging me. -I] [No. -B] [Then I’m ignoring you. -I] [You can’t ignore me. -B] [Watch me. -I] [Told you. -B] He got her there. She put her phone in her pocket and even though she felt it vibrate again a few minutes later, she struggled to ignore it. Her willpower lasted a mere few minutes. She figured she could read the message without responding and her read receipt was switched off.

i glare at him "We haven't reach our destination darling" " for the last time, I am not your darling" " for future reference, I don't like being ignored ...you should reply me next time" I throw my face towards the window holding my coat tight against my chest, my voice is calm. " I don't know what your obsession is with me but it's not going to work" he blinks an eye " let me worry about that darling"

she said and still no reply “Why are you ignoring me?” she said a loud and then walked to him and shot the laptop angrily, he looked at her with a stared that had neither surprise nor interest, believing she has gotten his attention she continued “Why have you been ignoring me? Is it because of what I said? Okay I apologize for that but you should know that I was just joking” he looked away

The rest of the day passed in uneasy silence. Ryan sat behind his desk at the airline headquarters, but his attention drifted far from the reports waiting to be signed. Every few minutes, his eyes wandered to the phone lying beside his laptop. The anonymous messages echoed in his mind. You're being watched. Tomorrow. 8:00 p.m. Come alone. No explanation. No demands. Only warnings. He had considered ignoring them, but something deep inside told him that would be a mistake.

Did she just call me their Luna? A sick feeling twisted in my stomach. No. That couldn’t be right. I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t meant to be here. I swallowed hard, my throat dry and raw. “I’m not your Luna,” I rasped, forcing the words out. The old woman’s sharp gaze flicked over me with something between pity and disapproval. “That’s not for you to decide, child.” Her words sent a cold shiver down my spine. Before I could protest again, she sighed and moved toward a side door, pushing it open. “The bath is warm. You stink of sweat and filth. Wash yourself before the Alpha returns.”

“Let's not do it again.” “I won't if you don't stop ignoring me.” “Excuse me?” “STOP. IGNORING. ME.”