Rising From A Delivery Boy Novels & Stories

So yeah, I had to hustle hard. Right now, I’m juggling three jobs. One of them is being a delivery girl… something I started about a year ago. At first, I was embarrassed. Running around the city on a bike, dropping off packages while people my age were landing office jobs. But honestly? It’s been good to me. The tips help. Especially from the men… most of them smile too wide or try to flirt, saying things like, “You’re too pretty to be doing deliveries.” I usually just laugh it off and take the money. I’m not stupid, I need it and every bit counts.

“Seriously, are you really the ride-hailing driver who helped me out back then? Are you really the person my father waited four years for at Alfatech? Are you really Bobby Sanjaya’s ex-son-in-law and Grandpa Sanjaya’s favorite grandson? Stefan, is that actually you?” Stefan leaned back as Grace bombarded him with questions. He gave a subtle nod, looking away briefly as he took another sip of his coffee. “Hm, do you have any other questions to keep yourself entertained?” Grace covered her face with both hands, still in disbelief that the humble driver who once helped her was actually someone with such a remarkable background. Her face flushed red before she let out a loud, ringing laugh. “Ha-

"After that incident, my father was upset and suggested having me a job to think of my actions. You know to act like an adult. I've been working as a deliverer to deliver food. You got to believe me; I want to talk. Please, Aphrodite." I had my back against the door and let out a sigh. With a hand, I rubbed my face and made a decision. Although I didn't trust Clark, I had to be highly alert. I was no longer afraid and had to face the boy who almost took my virtue. His voice sounds apologetic though I have doubts it's just one of his charms. Opening the door, I glared at him, standing there wearing regular clothes and holding my Chinese food in his hand. Damn, out of all the delivery guys, wh

He's only helping me out and after that I'd be gone from his life. “You figured that on your own. You're smart. I had an accident that claimed sixteen soldiers, I was drunk and reckless. I was the only one surviving so you know how that feels, that's why I'm here working for Pasta Palace as a delivery guy.” He uttered hastily before closing the door. I preferred to stay inside the car while he went inside and get the burgers as he mentioned he would. This delivery guy had quite the body and to be honest I would definitely like to lay on his chest and listen to his war stories but I have a son that might be wondering why uncle Seth is at the house and his mother is nowhere to be found.

Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream. Then cheers followed one after another. “Wow! Veronica is right! I got fifty thousand too!” “Same here! The company really delivered this year!” “Mr. Aster is so generous! Hard work pays off! Let’s make next year even greater!” … One shout of “fifty thousand” after another burst around me like firecrackers. I lowered my head and checked my banking app. It was empty. Just like previous years, there wasn’t a single deposit notification. A tight frustration slowly built in my chest.

Emma immediately regretted existing. “It was raining.” “That doesn’t answer the question,” Stephanie replied. “I almost slipped.” “And his solution was carrying you?” “He said it was faster.” Maya pressed both hands dramatically against her chest. “That man belongs in historical fiction.” Stephanie pointed at Emma. “No because emotionally competent billionaires are fictional. Check his tax records immediately.” Emma laughed despite herself. Which unfortunately encouraged them further. Maya leaned forward. “What else happened?” “He made coffee.” Maya froze. “Oh, you’re doomed.”

He chuckled, "You seem like you are from a wealthy family, that's why you can pursue anything even how little it'll be. I don't have any problem with your passions, huh? But do you know, I have a friend, Julius, who is almost the same age as you. He's all about drawing, thinking that his passion can save him from poverty. But look at him now, he's just a common delivery boy. His absurd passion didn't bring him any luck." '"Really? Because I think that being a delivery man is a decent job that he should be proud of." Maddy retorted as she stared blankly at him. Santi was taken aback. "JUST, a delivery man." He emphasized the word ‘just’ as if telling Maddy that she’s wrong. When Maddy was sti

Resting my hand along his chest. "You know you make me happy right?" Xavier simply nods. "In the short time that I've been with you, you have managed to turn my life upside down. I went from being a kid on the street with abusive guardians. To the woman that can't wait to see what her future holds. Not only that, but you've shown me what true love is." I pause to kiss him.

I proudly mumble. "Suit yourself. You can starve to death for all I give a fuck about!" He annoyingly grumbles, and I laugh out loud at his oblivion, halting him in his tracks to collect his garbage from the floor. How pathetic does that sound, huh? "Take one good look at my fiance." I even cleared the way for his sight as he jerks his flabbergasted face to Damian. "Does he look like a mendicant, or a delivery boy that depends on some coins at the end of the month?" That hurts his ego. He turns cold at once, inferiority complex gushing over him. "Ooh, what happened by the way? Karma caught up with you that soon?" I can't help but mock. I mean, how on earth did an IT consultant end up being a

he interrupted smoothly, his lips curving into a knowing smile. I blinked. "Work for you?" "I’ve heard you’re excellent in restaurants," he said, folding his arms across his chest. "Efficient, quick on your feet, and capable of handling pressure. Sounds like just the kind of person I need." I gaped at him, my brain short-circuiting. "But… I’m just a delivery girl!" His grin widened, and he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Well, I don’t need a delivery girl. I need someone with grit and determination—and I’ve seen you in action."