Rising From A Delivery Boy Novels & Stories

Yes, I have just been fired," Timothy said, trying so hard to hold himself from breaking down in tears. Working as a delivery man in Lionheart Logistics might look like a degrading job, even for Timothy, who graduated from college, but since he had no power or connection, he had to take whatever lemon life threw at him hoping to make lemonade out of it and for the last couple of years, he has been making the make lemonade he could, taking care if his parents and two sisters whom were all dependant on him. "Why would they be downsizing when we are short of drivers for the delivery vans," one of the coworkers asked, surprised.

Lindsay had asked her to help him out, and there was a big difference between a half-hearted favor and a thoughtful arrangement. "I like to get straight to the point. Lindsay told me about you. So, what work have you done before?" "Food delivery and some odd jobs." Since Lindsay knew he had been a delivery guy, he decided to go along with it. Angie had been about to ask about his education, but hearing this, she did not ask anymore. "Okay. I'll arrange a job for you. If you do well, I'll definitely hire you. My dad couldn't even read when he started, but he became a famous restaurant mogul in Kashmere.

Not long after, she offended a customer, got beaten up, and was left disfigured. As for Jeremy, after being blacklisted in the industry, he could not find a decent job and ended up working as a food delivery rider. One evening, after work, I ordered takeout. When I opened the door, I saw a familiar face that was worn down beyond recognition. Jeremy stood there in a delivery uniform, weathered and tired, holding my food. He froze when he saw me. "Your…delivery…" His voice was hoarse, not daring to meet my eyes.

“No shit. Fast on your feet too. You could be a delivery boy.” I couldn't believe my luck. I'd given up hope that I'd find a job and here I was being offered one for free. “Yes! I can do it. I can be a delivery boy.”

She felt just right here, being with people with ambition like hers. Classes were to start officially tomorrow, and with all she'd seen today, she wouldn't miss it for the world. --- The janitor dropped off Ryan's bags just at the door. Ryan was proud of himself, having managed to use his family's name to con the man into working for him. "Is there anything else I can do for you, good sire?" the janitor asked. Ryan wasn't one to let an opportunity like this slip from his hands. He didn't actually need the services of the janitor but sought to collect his number so he could use him for future purposes.

The delivery guy stammered, blinking in shock. Andrew smiled and said, "It's me!" Leroy wiped the sweat from his face, his cheeks flushed red as he said, "Mr. Lloyd, hello!" Andrew asked, "Can you support your family doing deliveries?" Leroy gave a bitter laugh. "I don't have any real skills. I'm just a useless bum who takes and eats whatever's handed to him. Christie's the one carrying all the weight at home." Andrew chuckled. "At least you're self-aware. Though compared to how stupid you were back then, you have made some progress!"

As he dressed and prepared to leave for his next delivery, I lay on the couch with his cum slowly leaking out of me, knowing I had become completely addicted to my delivery man. And I had no desire to be saved.

"The truth is out, so what? Scared he'll cry?" Someone echoed, "An heiress falling for a delivery boy? No way." Jessica's response eluded my ears. With the relationship shattered, my delivery gig lost its purpose. I called my supervisor to resign. He was baffled. "What's up? You are killing it here. Why quit out of the blue? What about funding your girlfriend's recovery?" "She's recovered," I smiled bitterly, "fully." "That's good news," he said sincerely. "After all you've endured, she'll surely repay your kindness. Better days ahead, buddy."

he smiled awkwardly “Every time I looked at you… Every time you came running to greet me when I came home from my job as a delivery driver… It didn't seem right that a little girl as precious as you would be raised by two penniless orphans. You deserved better. Just like your mother deserved better than working as a nanny instead of finishing the college she dreamed of.” “That’s when Murphy showed up.” he continued, his tone becoming harsher “I was entering all sorts of contests back then, hoping some big shot in the art world would notice me. And then he showed up, telling me I had talent and filling my head with promises. You can imagine what happened. I thought he was everything I’d ever

Several residents, clearly eager to flatter Melissa, joined in. “Young man, if you did something wrong, own up to it.” “Mrs. Grant is being generous by not making you pay. You should be thanking her.” “Exactly. Delivery drivers these days have no manners. Someone needs to teach him a lesson.” Someone even shoved a phone into my face and started livestreaming. “Guys, look at this. This is one of those bitter delivery drivers who hates rich people. Got caught red-handed and still wants to play dead.” I lowered my head and checked the time.