Delivery Man From Murim Novels & Stories

Yes sir" I replied, turning towards his direction. " I am sorry I have to take more of your time today, a client has ordered a box of our favorite brownie,the ones you make, can you have it delivered please?". "Ugh" I sighed, " okay boss, text me the details" I added. " Thanks Mica, I will add some extra bonus for you at the end of the month" he said and walked away happily. After a while, my phone beeped and my eyes opened in horror seeing the name of where I was supposed to deliver the brownie to…..Lucan Lim.

I feel so old being addressed as such, I’m barely twenty-one! I was still in shock and unaware that I was yet to be fully blown away when the other delivery man turned to Mirable and asked her to sign. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you, please sign here” He said almost breathlessly. Did he follow her here? Mirable looked most flustered, the man was trying to do his job and pass on the bouquet but she seemed hesitant. I’m guessing she doesn’t want to accept it because of the sender but why? Wait a minute, if Franklin is here and it’s not from Franklin then who could’ve sent it?

The man was competitive by nature, and knowing him, he wouldn’t let me get away with teasing him like that without retaliation. But I wasn’t worried. Let him try. A sudden chime echoed through the house. The doorbell. I frowned, glancing toward the bathroom before heading out to answer it. When I opened the door, a driver stood there, holding a neatly wrapped package. "Delivery for Mr. D’Angelo," he announced, handing over a sleek black bag. I blinked, glancing at the name tag. Sure enough, it was addressed to Roman. "When did he even order this?" I muttered under my breath, taking the package.

This was going to be easy. The knock came just as Gina Lang set her coffee on the counter. Three short taps. Firm and measured. She frowned, wiping her hands on a dish towel before heading to the door. A man stood there, tall, wearing a courier jacket and holding a clipboard. “Good morning, ma’am,” he said, smiling too easily. “Package delivery for a Miss Lang.” Gina blinked. “Delivery? I didn’t order anything.” “Maybe it’s a gift,” he said, checking his clipboard. “Sometimes the sender forgets to put their name.”