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.

If my phone rings and it's Mr Miller, I have to be there. With Junior, he had to prove himself all the time even though he was more than perfect at his job. He had to fight his way to the top, or more like fight his way into being a permanent employee at his company. All of his struggles have paid off. He’s not all there but as much as I live a beautiful life, so does Junior. He has a stunning loft apartment, a BMW X6 and excellent credit.

We'd been long done with our food, and the clock was creeping close to Nine Between dessert and talking about anything and everything, from school to family to TV shows, time has quickly passed. It definitely made it harder to actually tell him that I felt this way. I know him on a personal level now. I know that he graduated from Harvard University with a degree in business and he had been an intern for his dad's colleague who works in Singapore. And before he became the CEO of his company he started from the scratch instead of just Waltzing in to claim the position. Which shows his humility and determination. Started from the bottom and rised I now know he loves Game of Thrones which by th

Their black shoes were perfectly shined and had not a single scuff on them - what, did they buy new shoes every time they made a delivery somewhere? They even looked identical. Jia hadn't been able to tell them apart when they had filed into the lobby from their limousine. A limousine, really? It boggled the mind that a half dozen men likely even younger than she was got to ride around in an expensive, flashy vehicle while delivering rich men their food. Her last serving job had ended with her boss trying to grope her (and worse), and not once had it involved such luxuriousness. Atlas Grayson was so rich that even the people who served him his food were richer than Jia.

The whole night passes and we wake up to a wonderful summer sunrise. We wake up because his phone starts ringing off the hook. Yesterday he didn't deliver pizzas, didn't answer his mother's phone and never came home. Though, he did not seem worried at all. He comes closer to me and says, “Morning ma'am, I was so tired.” "You were such a cowboy.” I run my hands through his chest. I couldn't help but put a hand there and I can feel it hard as it is. This pizza boy is a miracle of nature!

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

she adds, glancing over her shoulder briefly at the people gathering just close enough to pretend they’re not part of this, “if I woke up to a senior athlete publicly announcing I’m his new crush, I’d probably act confused too, it’s a lot to process when you skip so many levels at once.” There’s another ripple of laughter, slightly louder this time, and I can feel the weight of it settling in, not surprising, not new, just… louder than usual, like everything has been amplified. “And the upgrade is interesting,” she continues, her eyes flicking briefly toward the entrance before returning to me, “delivery girl to… whatever this is supposed to be, I guess ambition really does pay off.” The wor