Broken Colors Delivery Guy Novels & Stories

Digging through my pockets, I found a twenty-dollar note, “I'll get rid of him... He isn't safe here, around us... Any of us,” I scurried towards the door, swinging it open. “Sorry about that man, I am having quite a rough nig...” Catching a scent I looked at the delivery guy, he held the pizza high in his hand with his head lowered to his chest, and he was motionless, almost like a statue. “Dude... Are you—” noticing a tiny driblet of a black substance onto his uniform, trickling from his lips.

“All dispatch riders are busy at the moment, but since you are free, you can help out. I was puzzled; I didn't understand why Ben would want me to deliver the painting to his house. He said he didn't like the painting yesterday so why did he pay for it this morning? “Hurry up, Jane, so you can come back early. Mr. Ali wants to have meetings with all the staff. Mrs. Marilyn allowed me to use her car because I didn't bring mine. According to the address Ben gave, his place was 45 minutes away from the gallery. I called Bryan to find out if he had already gone to work. “Hi Bryan, Are you at work? "Yes, Jane, I am. Are you driving? I can hear the sound of moving vehicles. “I have a delivery to m

The delivery man said and got on the delivery bike, he then drove off before Nora said any other word. After driving far from Nora's Villa, the delivery man who was masked stopped the motorcycle and immediately got his phone. He began texting to an unsaved number, "The work is done!" He pressed send and waited for a few minutes, he got a credit alert of a thousand dollars and his face brightened immediately. He revived the bike's engine and drove away. *** "Gosh! This is weird, who could have ordered these for me?" Nora pondered as she took the packages in. She went back to the sitting room and met Richard busy with his phone while sipping his drink.

I muttered after the second knock. The door was pushed open and a delivery man walked in. I immediately recognized him, he was the same guy that had delivered the car to me when I got employed by Mr. Blackwood. “Hi Ma’am, nice to see you again.” He said with a small smile as he strolled in. I returned a warm smile of my own. “Hey… is there a delivery for me?” I asked as my eyes scanned the content of the box in his hand. “Yes, these are for you.” he replied and then he brought out a flower vase and an envelope.

Not long after we left the city, Killiad pulled in at a coffee shop. “Are you up for a second cup of coffee?” I eagerly nodded my head while looking out the window. “Sure,” “Anything else?” “Do they sell muffins?” he nodded his head as he got out of the car. “I'll be back,” he said. Several minutes later he returned with two large size to-go coffees, a bag of muffins, and two large bottled water. “Are you sure this is healthy for your physique?” I teased, grabbing a muffin. Killiad then, thew me a rakish smile, not saying anything before gulping several healthy swallows of coffee. I stopped unable to look away from him.

She said while taking another pill. "Jack rea-"I was interrupted by another knock at the door. I got up and walked back over to the door expecting it to be one of the boys. "Ew can you just go away already..." I said opening the door annoyed then soon realizing it was room service. "Oh my lord I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else!" I exclaimed to the man standing in the doorway. "No no it's okay, here you are." He said handing us our ice cream. "Thank you"

Dressed in his expensive, tailored, single-breasted suit ensemble done in a muted grey and black pinstripe-print fabric, completed by expensive but stylish loafers and a velvet, mandarin print tie. He gets greeted by the sounds of the bustling Manhattan. A maelstrom of car horns, voices, and vehicles whisking by and an eager chauffeur, with a bright smile, and a penchant to please his employer. “Fine morning, Mr Black,” Grover Meeks, an older Irish gentleman and Sebastian’s driver of ten years, greets him with a broad smile. “What’s happening, my man?” Sebastian has a smile so bright it pleases Grover. “Ye sure you want to drive yourself today, sir?” The older man asks, covering his greying

A twenty something year old guy in a delivery uniform asked with a bouquet of white roses and a red envelope in his hands. "Yes, I am. Is there any problem?" "Not at all Miss, here's your package, you just have to sign here," he replied as he handed her a form and a pen. "Thank you, have a nice day," the delivery guy said after she signed the form, he gave her the envelope and flowers and walked away. "Who was it?" Stacey asked. "A delivery guy, but I didn't order anything," Robin replied with a frown as she came back into the room.

Last Friday after my rehearsal at the studio, I received a delivery at my doorstep. At first, I rejected it, knowing that I hadn't ordered any items; even if it were a dream, I was also too broke in that realm to afford any stuff at the moment. “The sender says it's for Drew Anderson and he dropped this exact address. Please have it, you will discover from whom it is later,” the delivery man said. I took the package in and only then did I discover who had sent it. Rufus. It was tailored to perfection and was such a masterpiece! It had a colour of midnight blue with a subtle sheen that caught the light like moonlight on water.

Yric hugged himself as the cold numbed his skin. “How long is he going to wait?” Xurden complained to himself. “In what store he ordered that it took so long to deliver?” As he said those words, a bright light flashed from the far corner to the street while the sound of the motor echoed through the air. Yric turned his head toward the coming motorcycle, raising his hand. After a couple of seconds, the blue motorcycle stopped in front of Yric. The delivery guy, who wore a blue helmet, opened the box at the back, removing the food inside the brown paper bag. Yric received the paper bag in his other hand and gave the fee with his free hand to the delivery guy. He even bowed his head to show gra