Should I Block His Number Novels & Stories

He takes screenshots at some point, sends them to himself and then blocks the number. “If he calls you with another number,” — he points the phone at me — “Block it.” The command is simple. Plain. The logical solution for all these. Yet, I see so many plot holes. The worse that could happen if I chose to do things his way. “I mean it, Dora,” Eric says, noticing my reluctance. “If you don't block him and I find out, you're on your own. Whatever happens, will be on you.” I gulp, knowing what he means, and I nod as I collect my phone.

I snarled and hung up. He kept on calling almost five times. I had no choice but to switch off my phone. The best way to stop him from calling him was to block him, right? I already failed with that. I know Sidd, he is crazy, if I end up blocking him again, he will call with different numbers till you accept to save one. I had planned to confront Kiara for giving out my number without my consent but I later waved off the thought and went to bed.

She hangs up and hands me back my phone. I don’t know if I’m feeling pissed, violated, or relieved. “I can handle him.” “Really?” Her brows nearly hit her hairline. “So how is he still able to call you?” “I…” “Need to block his pathetic ass.” “How do I do that?” I pull my phone away when she reaches for it again. “No, not literally. I mean, how do I block someone I spent over half a decade with?” “Easy. Go to ‘Contacts,’ hit his name, and then ‘Block This Caller.’”

I blurted putting his number on my blacklist. "Is someone bothering you?" Ibrahim asked, for a split second, I forgot he was sitting beside me. "No one" I said, he knew I was obviously. "some guy from an interview I had yesterday, was so rude and refused to interview me, only to call and tell me he liked me. I explained. "give me his number, and I will take care of it" Ibrahim requested. I shook my head, "no need, I have already blocked the number" I said and just as I was about to finish my statement another started calling me, "excuse me" I said picking up the call.

Please let that have been a dream. Slowly — cautiously — she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered above the screen. If the call log wasn’t there, she would never drink again. She unlocked it. Recent Calls. Unknown Number. 12 minutes. Her heart started beating louder. She tapped it, half expecting more. There wasn’t. No follow-up call. No messages. No missed attempts. Nothing. The absence sat heavier than anything else could have. If he was weird, wouldn’t he have texted? If he was curious, wouldn’t he have tried again?

he continued, his voice dropping just slightly, "when you blocked me?" The sitting room felt smaller than it had five seconds ago. I had blocked him. I had blocked his number four days ago on a complete impulse because he had been ignoring one of my messages for six hours and it annoyed me and I was a Gen Z dating a millennial and sometimes the only tool I had was petty and I used it. I had meant to unblock him eventually. I had simply not gotten around to it because then I got sick and it slipped my mind entirely. The problem was that I had not told him I blocked him. So how did he know.

Oh, this is what this is all about? “Yes!” I said straightforwardly. “Why did you block me? I just wanted to talk, what was so wrong about that?” “Why would you just want to talk?” I asked him. “What did you want to say? Why would you even message me? Let's not even talk about how you got my number.” He pushed his hair back, “I'm here now, what did you want to talk about?” “Can you unblock me?” He asked. Why should I? That was enough proof that I didn't want to speak to him.

Then I decided to delete the message. I just type: Yes, sir. Then I block him. The words burn in my chest. It really bothers me that they come out easily. I hate how easy the words come out. During lunch break, I walk down the hallway to the supply closet. I lock the door behind me. Then I slide down against the shelves in the supply closet. I just need to be away from him. Then my phone vibrates. Unknown number: Unblock my number. My stomach drops. I use my fingers to unblock his phone number.

And the best thing to do was block the number so I wouldn’t have to see any more weird messages from them. No, Diana. I miss you. Suddenly, my hand lost all strength, causing my phone to fall onto the floor. Still staring at my phone with a horrified expression, I now realized that this wasn’t just a wrong number or some random prank. No. My worry was growing now. Once I managed to breathe properly again, I immediately picked up my phone and blocked the number. I was breathing hard, thinking about what had just happened and who would act like that. “Who is he really…?” I swallowed nervously.

He said and I almost laughed. "Stop being such a princess." I scoffed. "Do not call me that." He warned. "I'll give it to you tomorrow." I stated and he groaned. "No way, I need it today." He argued. "I do not care, you have my phone, I have yours and I'm not leaving my house to meet with a stranger in an empty school." I said to him. "I am not going to kill you. Well not yet." He told me and I rolled my eyes.