Rising From A Delivery Boy Novels & Stories

“You purchased this in Rue Montorgueil. To whom did you purchase this?” The delivery man turned his head low, chose to stay silent. Theodore just stared at him, letting him take his time to answer. “You know, I wouldn’t actually be bothered to a scum like yourself. It’s just that… when I think about your wife and your son who was actually counting on you and your job, I can’t stand thinking about what might happen to them if you’ll going to mess your life up because of this.” By that, the delivery man broke down to tears and Theodore tapped his trembling arms. “Come clean and start anew… not just for yourself, but for your family as well.”

I'm going to give them that pleasure they want tonight, as long as they heed my pleadings. I dragged my legs reluctantly to the company after the driver dropped me off, old memories flush in like a torrent. Barely five years ago, I landed my life changing deal and was celebrating with Rosie and the few workers we started with, happy and victorious that our hard work paid. Then, the many lows and ups we faced, I never gave up until I trusted myself with a man who ruined my life. Forcefully, I pressed the button of the executive floor in the elevator and waited patiently till it dropped me off.

And I need a job soon too. I was just tired like hell so I took a shower and went to bed ready to sleep hungry when my door bell rings. I went to open the door like half dead. But suddenly smiled at the site. It was a pizza delivery boy. This site is my favourite. Smell of pizza and melted cheese entered in my nose and my stomach growled But wait... I didn't order it. "Are you Kiyara Gupta?" he asked. "Yes" I said "It’s a delivery for you.”

“You sent flowers.” A bitter smile touched her lips. “Very expensive flowers.” The memory surfaced with painful clarity. Standing among hundreds of graduates. Parents taking photographs. Families hugging. Celebrating. Laughing. She had stood there holding flowers delivered by an assistant. And a card. Short. Professional. Almost corporate. Congratulations. Proud of you. Dad. Nothing more. “He had a business meeting,” she’d told everyone. The excuse had rolled off her tongue effortlessly. Because she had spent years making excuses for him.

I am Jake Xander, a recent university graduate. I have a job with a decent salary, but recently, I received news from home that my mother was very ill and my family did not have enough money to pay for her hospital bills. So, I got another job doing deliveries at night in hopes to earn more money. It was 12 a.m. when I received a delivery for adult toys. The client left a remark saying that it was urgent, and they would give me tips if I managed to deliver the order within ten minutes.

I dragged my beat-up ass out of his front yard, making my way to where I could drink myself to a drunken stupor, and on the way, I got brushed over by a delivery bike. "Just kill me." I laid flat on the floor, not knowing what else to do with my life. "Sir, are you okay? Sir?" The delivery man frantically tried to get me to stand. I wished the ground would swallow me up so I didn't have to see another minute of my miserable life. "Sir?" Like a zombie, I got up to my feet like nothing had happened and continued on my way. The misfortune just kept piling up that it looked like the universe was against me. I even got poured stinking fish water on my way to the bar.

Some of their clients were often found asking curiously, “Are you guys a food delivery company? Why else would you recruit a delivery man?” All of them thought that being a delivery man was a step down from their status. They were office workers. How offensive was it that they had to work with a lower-class being. Hence, all of them were happy to throw in a barbed remark or two when it came to Javier, wishing they could alienate and drive him away. Well, their wish was coming true today. Javier went to clear out his desk.

He leaned back against the stone chair, his posture communicating absolute control. “You're a debtor who failed to pay her rent, an infiltrator who breached my security, and a supplier who attempted to cheat her client by withholding the formula” he listed, ticking off my crimes with a long, elegant finger. “I wiped your debt clean. I spared you from Kael’s hospitality after the breach. And now, I’m offering you a job. That’s not a prison, Bluey. That's a chance at salvation.”

"I’m just protected. For five years, I was the one waiting in lines, begging for scraps from people who didn't possess a fraction of my capability. I promised myself that if I ever built my own castle, the gates would only open for those who helped me carry the stones." "And your castle is flawless," he whispered, his lips pressing a soft, warm kiss against the top of my head. "The legal firm confirmed that Davis's mother moved into her state unit this morning. The Vance name is officially erased from the commercial sector." I looked out at the golden horizon, my heart completely light, the last remaining shadows of my old life fully dissolving in the warm morning light. The girl who had wep

Looking out the window she remembered all the blissful times she spent in Daniel's house. Right now everyone was busy with their work and relationships while she was lonely and occupied in her work. Josh finally decided to do something and that was.... Being a pizza delivery guy. He didn't want to kill himself with so much work so he decided to do that job. Like he had said. It was hard to find a job with what he studied which was true so he decided to do the delivery job until he was able to save enough to start his own business. Obviously he was lying. He hoped everything would come to and end so he would fully focus on his multi billion company. Sabrina and Jessica believed all what he sa