Should I Block His Number Novels & Stories

I stood there, frozen, the phone pressed to my ear like it was glued there, like I was in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. I couldn't breathe. My lips parted but no sound came out. And then suddenly— William was there. I don't even remember when he walked in. But his hand reached out, calm but firm, and took the phone from mine. He didn't hesitate. Didn't flinch. He just hung up, turned to his assistant, and said in a voice cold enough to cut through steel: "Install the strongest harassment blocker on this phone. From now on, only the numbers in her contact list are allowed. Block everything else. Shut off all social platforms."

But that was nothing for Theo's father. When he gets confirmation of the deposit, he calls Theo, but the phone keeps repeating the message “this number is unavailable”. He picks up the office phone and dials Theo's number, and the phone rings. - This motherfucker dared to block my number – he said angrily to himself. - Who speaks? – Theo asks at the other end of the line. - How dare you block my number? - Thomas asked. Theo sighs. He was having a quiet day and his dad had to come and ruin everything.

Bring the necessary documents. Then I blocked him and deleted his number.

None of it had been random. He had remembered everything. I held my phone tighter. “What if I never realized?” A helpless smile touched his eyes. “Then I might have become more obvious.” “For example?” “I could have written my NearU username in your review comments.” I laughed, then lightly hit his arm. “Don’t joke about my proposal.” He caught my hand. “Then may I formally apply to be removed from the blacklist?” I looked at him, nervous beneath all that calm, and the last ache in my chest finally loosened.

~Your Charmer. “No, no, no surprises please,” I groan. I tap on my screen and my finger hovers on the “Block” icon while I consider whether it would be best to reply to his text instead. No, a reply from me will only encourage him to do more. I have to keep ignoring him. Eventually, he’ll get tired and leave me alone like he did a few months ago. So, I tap on the icon and block the new contact number. All of this would be over tonight.

"We're sorry, but your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check your number and make your call again." I stared at the phone in shock. I had just called that number! It was his personal line! I hit his contact name again only to get the same message. I let out a sound of pure rage as I realized what it had to mean. "He blocked me!"

"Block the number." I did but my my hands were still shaking. --- Valerian found me on the terrace an hour later and I was still at the garden with my phone in my lap and my mind somewhere else. He sat beside me. "Sarah told me about the text." "I blocked it." "Good." I looked at him. "She's not going to stop, is she?" He took my hand. "She will. Eventually. When she realizes she can't hurt you anymore." "What if she never realizes?"

Zack said, "Is it only one girl that has been disturbing me In that way, she can call twenty times a day, anyway, I have blocked her number" she said, "You can unblock her, she might still try to call," Zack said, "Okay, I will try," she said,

It wasn’t familiar to the first unknown number as I had blocked that one already. -Message (him): You looked very beautiful today. I like that you curled your hair. It made you look cuter. I would like to take you on a date soon. Feel free to text me back at any one of my numbers. If you try to block me again, I will have my tech guy hack your phone and unblock me (smiley face emoji). -Me: When will you cut the crap? There will be no date at all. I will not take back my rejection.

I suggested. "Are you sure?" he double-checked. Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure, but I reasoned that if we were going to meet up for this event, we needed a way to coordinate, and sharing my number seemed reasonable and practical. Besides, after this event, we would never be in contact again so giving him my number isn't a problem and I could block him if he decides to cross the line between us. "Yes. Hand me your phone," he did so, and I entered my number into his contacts.