Akudama Drive Courier Novels & Stories

Maxine's documentation arrived on Friday morning at eleven-fourteen. Hand-delivered by a courier she'd been using since the nineties, a retired postal worker named Gerald who had driven a specific route for thirty-two years and whose loyalty Maxine described as the most reliable instrument in her professional possession. Gerald drove a black Volvo, arrived at the front gate at eleven-oh-eight, identified himself to Cade with the specific phrase Maxine had established in 1998, and was escorted to the entrance hall, where he handed over the sealed package to Sera personally. He said nothing except, "From Ms. Bryce, with her regards." Then he left.

ISABELLA: [i hate this] ISABELLA: [i hate him] ISABELLA: [i hate all men except maybe emmett because he buys coffee] EM: [noted] EM: [i moved up a rank] TESSA: [focus 😭] TESSA: [who sent it?] I turn the phone in my hand, the back brushing my lips for a second. My breath slips out through my nose, slow. KR: [if i tell you the courier was jared] KR: [you can guess the rest] KR: [i don’t even need to say his name] KR: [right?]

Shasha says, “Alright, let's take a walk to the kitchen utensils department,” currency says, and the two of them walked into the kitchen utensils department where they bought everything required for catering services currency paid with his debit card and he saw that his car can not carry all the kitchen utensils, he called his drive to bring his delivery van, and when the driver came with the delivery van, they packed all the catering services materials into the delivery van, and currency says, “where are you heading to with all these catering services equipment?“ currency asked, “Am anticipating taking the equipment to my village” Shasha replied,

“Hurrah! I'll send you the address now... Having paid, Kitsune went out into the evening street - noisy, full of lights of a big city. Caught a taxi. Gave the address to the driver. He looked at her oddly, but said nothing. We drove for quite a long time. Kit, who did not know London well, had little idea where they were going. "When you arrive - write, I'll meet you :*"

I quickly slide the photograph back into the paper envelope, turning the key in the ignition. The engine purrs to life with a quiet roar as I shift into drive, speeding out of the country club lot and heading directly for the mountain gates of Cade’s mansion. Thirty minutes later, I push open the massive, reinforced front doors of his estate. I am smiling from ear to ear, my fingers clutching the manila envelope like a loaded firearm. I don't give a single damn who delivered this intelligence to my car. The identity of the courier is entirely irrelevant to me. Whoever they are, they clearly want that lower-class girl vaporized from this family’s orbit almost as desperately as I do.

Windsting City Driver replied, “I'm really sorry for hitting your car. I had someone buy you some gifts. I hope you'll accept them.” Suzy raised an eyebrow. This driver seemed to have some status if he could have someone buy gifts for her.” “That's not necessary. It didn't cause much trouble, and I’ve got the car fully repaired. You don't need to feel bad about it.” As soon as she sent the message, an unknown number called. When she answered, it was from a courier. "Is this Miss Chase? Someone sent some items for you. Where should I deliver them?" Feeling helpless, Suzy gave him her location.

“ Taxis are very old fashioned and not cool at all . There’s no way I am taking another taxi ever again unless it’s very urgent . “ said Amra checking her phone . “ With what should we drive then , spoiled lady with cool taste ? “ said Alex . “ Just like a certain kid is holding the luggage , I am also doing some work . “ said Amra with a smirk . At that moment , the noise of a car was heard . Ayla and Aron turned their heads and remained shocked when they saw the latest model of the Lamborghini Urus coming towards them . “ That……. “ said Ayla confused . “ That is our car . Come one guys . “ said Amra with a smile . The car stopped in front of them and Amra ordered the driver to place their

"I don't mind at all. You're actually doing me a favor by selling me a good couch for cheap." I smile at him, hoping to convey my appreciation. "Thanks, but they really aren't heavy. I'm sure we'll be fine." He nods again. "Okay. Well, if you need anything before you're out, I live downstairs, so let me know." It takes him and his buddy a few minutes to maneuver the coach out the door and down the stairs, almost toppling the microwave off a few times. It actually gives me some much needed comic relief, especially when Geni starts yelling "Pivot!" channeling the sentiments of one of our favorite episodes of Friends. Once the show is over, Geni and I clean up a few last minute messes and pack

“The courier at the inner courtyard. White van, academic delivery from Julian’s. I want him off the property in the next two minutes. Then I want the entire courier contract for external academic shipments cancelled. Effective immediately.” A short pause. “Reason?” “He looked at her too long.” Cassian’s voice stayed flat. “No more outside drivers near the house. From now on every package comes through our internal detail. Someone we already trust. No exceptions.” “Understood. I’ll handle the termination and set up the internal rotation today.” “Do it before the next delivery window.” Cassian ended the transmission and stayed where he was, eyes still fixed on the courtyard. The driver had alr

“It's almost eleven in the evening; I don’t think we will get hold of the driver.” “He on Lucifer's payroll, is he not?” Dominion nods his head, “Yes, he is.” “Good; call the driver, and I will find out where they are.” “How are you going to do that?” “They have the suitcase. I planned a microchip inside the leather, which sends off a signal every twenty minutes to this little gadget.” “I can see now why the boss hired you.” “Just as I thought, there is a strong signal.” “How is it going with the driver? Are you getting hold of the driver?”