Novel & Cerita Delivery Man From Murim

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 organization could not have survived until now if its members were so incompetent. “I bet someone must’ve hired him to do this, and he doesn’t know anything,” Austin spoke thoughtfully, holding a cup of tea. Soon after, news came from Cameron’s end. The outcome of the interrogation showed they were right—the delivery man was just a food deliverer who had accepted an order. The sender’s name, address, and even phone number were fake, so they could not gain any helpful information. Still, it proved their speculation was correct.

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."

Just the maids bustling in the background and a man in a courier uniform lingering by the door, holding a paper bag like it contained something fragile. One of the guards shifted beside me, already moving to intercept him. “Miss Jessica—” “It’s fine,” I murmured, brushing past them. “He’s just delivering food. He’s not carrying a bomb.” The guy still had his helmet on, which was odd, but whatever. The bag smelled like heaven—spicy, greasy, golden-fried heaven. “Who’s the delivery for?” I asked, trying to see past the visor. He cleared his throat and said, “Miss Sylvia Reynolds. There’s a note.”

I didn’t recognise the number. ‘Hello?’ ‘Ms Hyacinth Galloway?’ ‘Speaking.’ ‘Hi, it’s Darren from Couriers R Us. I’m at Lauderdale Tower with a delivery for you. You’re not in, so I’m checking, shall I leave it with the concierge or just at the penthouse door?’ My mind went completely blank. I hadn’t ordered anything. ‘Delivery? From who?’ ‘The company name is, uh…’ There was a faint rustle of paper. ‘“Pleasure Principle Ltd.” It’s a, well, the label just says “Personal Massager Unit.”’

I decided to take my chance and head to the front door. I swing it open, “Hi.” I greeted. The delivery man smiles as he was wearing a baseball cap, “Good morning. Are you Miss Swanepoel?” I nodded, “Yeah.” “You have a delivery. Can you please sign here?” He hands me the pad and the pen. “From where did it come from?” I asked as I sign. “Well, it didn’t have any address from it. Sorry.” I glance at the brown parcel which was on the floor and felt relieved that it was not a red box. I accepted the package and smiled as soon as I accepted and watched him leave. I begin to bring the slightly big box inside my house and shut the front door,