Rising From A Delivery Boy Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

It meant forgetting I was homeless, jobless, and had almost died trying to save a little boy whose father looked at people like me like we were gum on the bottom of his polished shoe. Saint. God, I missed that boy. But no—I couldn’t afford to think about him. Or the jerk that gave him his last name. So when the door chimed and someone stepped in, I didn’t look up. Didn’t need to. I was busy packing up a delivery order for some lawyer who always ordered two lattes and a smug wink. “What’s your order, please?” I called out over my shoulder, pen already poised above the notepad. A pause. Then a voice—smooth, low, and impossible to forget.

“A boy. Small-time runner. Quick. Smart mouth, but loyal. We tested him.” Dominic finally glanced up, one brow raised. Lucien cleared his throat. “He delivered pizza.” Silence. “Impressed the guys,” Lucien added. “Didn’t crack. Didn’t steal a bite. Saved the box mid-air when he tripped.” Dominic blinked once. Slowly. “I wasn’t aware we were hiring delivery boys now.” Lucien shifted slightly. “It’s not about the pizza. The kid has potential.” Another silence. Then Dominic looked down at his screen and tapped something.

“Why?” He stepped inside. Didn’t touch her. Just stood by the bed. “I was twenty-five. Broke. Desperate. I’d just started at Harlow Enterprise—entry-level, nothing. But the boss—my boss—asked me to run an errand. Said it was ‘off-books.’ Said he’d pay triple. I didn’t ask questions. I needed the money.” She stared. “And the briefcase?” “Documents. Contracts. I didn’t read them. I just delivered them. To a warehouse in Queens. The man there—he looked scared. He took the case, handed me cash, and left. I didn’t see your father. I swear.”

I just couldn't sit by and do nothing, she had been my everything and had given her all to make me the man I am today and I can't just let her suffering go to waste, so I had to hustle harder than ever. I soon found a small job and this time I was a driver again, I was hired by a small driving agency called Flashco transport, they helps people transfer goods or drive special people or VIPs around to their various locations, So far all I've done is transfer goods and that doesn't pay much but its better than not been paid.

“I see. But look at your cousin—very determined and committed to provide the needs of his family. I wish I could have that kind of partner.” “A delivery boy?” Yana asked, a gape of disgust formed a question from her lips. “What’s wrong being a delivery person? I mean he was not like his father. He is responsible.” “You did not have good future when you choose to have a partner like him.” Yana stated. “Yana,” I sounded serious this time, “we did not what kind of life a person has in the future and the kind of partner he might have. Just because he is delivery boy does not mean he could not have a successful future.”

“You don’t even know me.” ​“I know enough,” he said. “I’m the CEO of Phoenix Rising. We deal with the people the world likes to write off. The ones who aged out of the system, the single parents, the ones rebuilding from the dirt. I was one of them. I grew up in foster care, left with a trash bag and nothing else at seventeen.” ​I looked at him, and the image of him in my mind changed suddenly. His confidence wasn't inherited; it was forged. You can't buy that kind of look in someone's eyes. You have to survive it.

“Hey, where are you stumbling off to?” “Jack is taking us out for lunch, so I am off to get some shoes” I told him as I slowly carried on walking. I looked up the stairs and swallowed the lump in my throat. I needed to stop been a wimp and do this. I lifted my left leg and placed it on the first step. “See easy” I told myself as I lifted my right leg and put it on the next step “just keep going till you reach the top, slow and steady wins the race” I kept telling myself as I slowly made my way up the stairs. I finally made it to the top and looked down to see Jack. “I made it” I smiled down at him.