Unscramble Blocked Novels & Stories

“I heard some strange noises. Is everything okay, darling?” My heart stopped.

When Tierra pulled her hand away, she gasped, staring at her hand. "What's wrong?" Damien asked. Tierra turned her hand so he could see. Anger, fear and pain washed over his face. "No, no, no, no, no. I have to take you to the doctor." He said when he saw the blood on her hand "I can't. Slaves are not allowed to-we're not allowed to go to the doctor. Everything we go through, our bodies need to fight through it." She laid back down. She could barely breathe.

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said someone from behind. the barman nodded hesitantly before bringing more shots at the table. "hey, stop it." I muttered, trying to get the man's grip off my waist. "hey hey, what's your name?" he asked as he continued robbing my laps. I struggled more but it was of no use. I was too weak even to move my own body let alone move someone else's. "didn't you hear her or do I need to make you?" the barman interfered.

His uncle was at it again. "Seriously?" Another message popped up and Will scowled as he read through. unknown number: 'Hey babe, did you seriously block off my line? Don't do that, let have a talk' "Crazy bastard." Will fumed in annoyance "If you know you've been blocked then why bother using a different number? And who the hell is 'babe?!"

He drops me off at Aaron's and drives off denying my offer to get something together, so I go in and get a milkshake before going out and starting my journey back to my sweet house, only to realize I can't get there without a car. I check my pocket if I have money so I could take the bus and thank god I do. I walk to the bus station and wait for the bus while scrolling through my phone for any messages. I don't have any messages since I blocked all of my friends. Should I unblock them? I should. I unblock them and messages start popping up instantly. Jack sent about 10 messages all saying where are you and apologizing for what he did earlier. Of course, I don't reply because if I do, he will

“Take all the time, baby. I’m just happy to have you back… and can you please unblock me?” I didn’t know when a soft laugh escape through my cheeks as I grabbed my phone. I scrolled to his name, unblocked me, and then showed the screen to him. “Thank you…” he whispered…

Don’t push it. The messages didn’t send. Red exclamation marks blinked back at him. Blocked. His jaw clenched. “You think you can scare me? Let's do this, it's only a matter of time before you come crawling back".

I’ll file it under “unwantedunsolicitedfeedback, right next to unsuccessfulragebait. Enough with the hullabaloo. Kindly inform me when you return from your trip. I would love to get this issue sorted before I depart New York City. Thank you.” I hit send, stewing in rage. A second later, the email bounces back, refusing to send. It takes two seconds for me to realize the reason — the hard-headed motherfucker wasn’t bluffing. He really blocked me.