Should I Block His Number Mga Nobela at Kwento

You can’t win. I didn’t reply. Instead, I blocked the number without hesitation.

I stared at the black screen of the phone. "Block it," he said. I blocked the number.

She took it out of her jacket pocket and saw Charles' name displayed on the screen. She stared at her phone, letting it continue ringing, then looked up and stared at Nicholas. "I already blocked him, but I thought, for the divorce, I might need to talk to him, so I unblocked him again. Can I block him again now? Permanently?" Nathalie asked. Nicholas nodded. "Yes. Just block him. You don't need to contact him anymore. Not only is it unnecessary because all the divorce matters will be handled by my lawyer, more than that, I don't like you talking to him anymore!" Nicholas said firmly.

"Don't talk to him if he calls you again." Ilya finding her exact location only meant impending danger and chaos in her everyday life. Mykaela had better keep that murderous piece of shit out of her contacts list until his natural death. Or until someone he wronged and pissed off had permanently removed him from this Earth. The authorities included. "Ilya?" Kel muttered. "He tried to." Ugh. Fucking knew it. "Last week," she murmured. "I blocked the number and bought this phone. Brand new." "Good."

Still not a good time to talk? Guilt twists in my stomach as I read his message. Since giving him my number, he’s reached out a few times, wanting to catch up or just talk. Each time, I’d refused, too fearful of Dan finding out I’m talking to him or anyone he doesn’t approve of. Taking a deep breath, I type out a quick reply: I’m sorry, but please don’t contact me again. My finger hovers for a moment before I press send and then, block. The ache of isolation deepens, but it’s safer this way.

I didn't give the stranger the benefit of doubt before blocking the number. My circle of friends is small and the only two situations that would cause an unknown number to message me would be when a person manages to scrap my number off the internet or when my mother sends my number to her friends who used the pretense of greeting me to send my number to their sons in a bid to matchmake. I wasn't ready to answer their messages in both situations so I saved myself the trouble. I waited for awhile before standing up. I gave the sprawling Norman a nudge.

*smiling emoticon* … +639********* to Tatiana: About what I said, don't think about it. … I did not reply anymore. Who knows if he's a stalker or what. And what is he saying if I find out who he is? People nowadays are so d*mn creepy. Should I change my number? But all of my important stuffs are here. Whatever! If he ever messaged me again, I’ll just block his number. But then, I received another message from him. … +639********* to Tatiana: I know you're thinking on blocking my number aren't you?

She asked me with an inquisitive tone. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't think you have the right to tell me whose phone number I should delete from my phone and whose phone number I shouldn't delete," I said to her. "Ooh, but at least I have the right to block your phone number so that you can never call me again, right?" She asked me through the phone. "Well, if you block my phone number, I will use another phone number to call you whenever I need to tell you something, unless you are planning to change your phone number because of me," I asked her through the phone, and with that, she sighed heavily.

But it is what it is. As I unbutton my shirt, my phone vibrates with a text message. I’m smiling as I open it, thinking it’s from yet another disappointed friend, but the smile is replaced by a frown when I read the message. It is not a friendly one… not in the least. Deleting it, I block the unfamiliar number, making that the fifth such one I have had to block in a month. But I’m ready to block as many more as I need to, to make sure messages like this become a thing of my past.

So if not these people, who else would send me flowers and I would happily accept them? “I threw your flowers out because I don't need rubbish like that. And as for them phone calls, I'll keep blocking all your numbers because I don't have anything to say to you.” Maybe I should take that steps nd report him to the police because that seems to be the only thing that will stop him from reaching out to me. “And I won't stop trying to talk to you. Last I checked, that's not a crime.” “Wait until I make it one. Don't call me again and waste my time. I don't want to hear your voice..it disgusts me.”