Delivery Man From Murim Novels & Stories

My mouth watered, and I moaned whilst staring at the Pizza Margherita, which was my all-time favourite. “Thank you,” I said, handing him the money with me. He smiled back. I creased my brows whilst he sniffed the money discreetly before tucking it into his breast pocket. Weirdo. “Well, hope to see you again,” I said, then proceeded to shut the door. The delivery man stopped it with his boot, and I glanced up at him. “Jamie,” I read the name on the plate fastened to his pocket. “Is there something else you want to give to me?”

The little boy quickly replied, "Don't worry, Mom, I have the situation under control!" Almost then, Melina appeared by the door. "Who are you talking to?" Seeing the delivery man, Melina was taken aback by the bouquet he was holding. "Come on Mom. I told you I had the situation under control" Leon groaned. "Good morning, Miss" The delivery man greeted and the confused woman could only nod. "You're Melina Throndsen, right?" "Yes, how can I help you?" Melina's eyes were fixed on the huge, beautifully preserved rose flower bouquet.

Asher got closer and gave him a high five, sealing their deal. The doorbell rang once and stopped. Asher and I looked at each other gently. "Are you expecting anyone?" He asked, his hand was still on Ethan's. "No, I will get it." I obliged and headed towards the door before he could disagree. "Hello," I spoke up seeing a man standing in front of the door. His bike was parked at the front of the gate and he had a journal in hand and a bag. He must be a postman. "Good morning ma'am," He greeted. "Doctor Jasmine?" He waited for my affirmation and I nodded. "I have a mail for you." He informed and took out a series of brown envelopes, sorting them out before returning the rest and holding onto o

“Huh? What’s happening?” “Just open your window and accept his delivery. Don’t worry, it’s free of charge, I already paid for it.” “Wait! You found me?” I heard his soft chuckle. “It wasn’t that hard. I told you, you asked and played with a master of locating people easily.” While I was still left puzzled and amazed at the same time, I opened the window and the delivery man smiled at me. “Good morning, ma’am! Delivery for you!” He greeted me before handing me a small box of donuts with a small bottled water taped on the top and a paper on a clipboard. “Please sign here.”

In the living room, Mom, Declan, and Stephan sat together with wineglasses in hand. Mom was laughing a little too loud at something Stephan had said, her hand brushing his arm like she was performing for an audience. Is she drunk? I tried to make myself invisible as I crossed the room toward the door, but I could feel Stephan. His presence pressed against my skin like heat. The delivery man stood waiting with a medium-sized package. “Miss Imani White?” “Yes.” My voice was small. I signed quickly, curiosity chewing at me, and closed the door behind me.

"Hello, your delivery is here." "Come in through the back. I'm busy in the second-floor banquet hall. Just tell them it's Murphy's delivery, and they'll let you in." "Got it, got it." After hanging up, she parked her scooter, grabbed the delivery, and walked in. Even at the back entrance, there were guards. One of them stopped her immediately. "What are you here for?" "I'm delivering food—Murphy's order." "Oh, for Manager Murphy? Alright, go ahead, but make it quick."

“Earlier today, the delivery man delivered it and after that, all the stocks were replaced by the staff.” “From what I know, delivery men start their job at seven. If what you said were correct and this meat was replaced with new fresh ones, then the delivery man would have delivered the meat before four considering the time consumed replacing all the meat here,” Jerson concluded. “Who delivered you the meat?” Jerson asked. The vendor snorted. “It’s just meat. If you don’t want it, then don’t buy it. The fuck’s wrong with these people,” he grumbled angrily.

That wasn’t so easily controlled. --- Downstairs, I was starving. On my way to the kitchen, I ran into a sharply dressed man in a gray suit, pushing a dinner cart like he owned the building. Slicked-back hair, gold-rimmed glasses—he looked more like a CEO than someone delivering soup. “Good evening, Luna. I’m Zack.” “Wait… Deliveryman Zack?” He didn’t flinch. “I’m the Beta of Golden Claw Pack. Delivering meals is just… one of my many duties.”

I took the elevator down to the first floor. The reception area was bustling with couriers and clients, but I spotted the delivery man immediately. He stood near the security desk, holding a medium-sized cardboard box. I walked over to him, offering a polite smile. "I am Myra," I said, introducing myself. "I believe you have a package for me." "Yes, ma'am," the delivery man replied, handing me the box along with a digital clipboard. "Sign right here, please."

"He left over an hour ago for a morning meeting. He said he'd call later." We walked out of the bedroom and into the open loft space together. Through the frosted glass panel of the main entrance, the dark shadow of a man was visible standing in the corridor. I unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open. A uniformed delivery courier stood on the threshold, holding a digital clipboard in one hand and a thick, blue official envelope in the other. "Tamara John?" the courier asked, his tone crisp and efficient. "Yes," I said, stepping back slightly.