Rising From A Delivery Boy Novels & Stories

“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!"

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

Dad yelled from the living room. "Coming right down" I replied running down stairs still in my skimpy nightie that were quite revealing, "where?" I asked heading towards the entrance as my dad pointed at the door. I was surprised when I opened the door and found Titan standing at the door astounded "Good Morning beautiful, wow, I am glad I met you" he said looking at me with kind eyes "So you are now a delivery boy?" I asked smiling and unsure whether to feel embarrassed or not to be, meeting with Titan dressed so hot and revealing. My nipples could be seen and we’re gradually becoming erect.

“Mrs. Wade! Mrs. Wade, over here!“ The reporters surged forward like hungry beasts, microphones waving, cologne and perfume thick in the night air. “Mrs. Wade!“ One of them, a tall man with bald head and a smirk on his face, called out. His voice dripped with false politeness. “Would you care to comment on how it feels to transition from a mere delivery girl, to a CEO's wife? Quite a fairytale, isn't it?“ Rosa's heart sank. Of course, they had to dig into her past life. But it hadn't even been up to 3 hours she had been introduced. How did they dig up so fast?! She had worked as a delivery girl for a small stationary company, and sometimes, she would run shifts for the secretary. It was the

Rushing to the valet parking entrance Ronald was thankfully already waiting for us. “Running a little late are we today sir?” Ronald smirked. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go guys!” I sighed, feeling a little guilty for sleeping in. Ronald sped off, and looking back at my Claire-Field Hotel I couldn’t help thinking of her. We arrived at the docks a few minutes late, but the shippers we would be collecting the delivery from today were new anyways. They wouldn’t dare have a say in our late arrival. However, I did prefer to keep my status superior. And this would put a damper on my mood for the day. Getting out of the suv I was greeted by a man named Tomas.

Hayan looked at her furious daughter, who became angry for no reason. After a month of continuous bed rest, when he felt sound and healthy, he was discharged from the hospital. In his first attempt, he ordered his men to bring the guy who saved his life. As they found out complete information about that guy, he came to know he is a poor boy, who did matriculation, and nowadays he is in desperate search of a job.

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.

When he appeared in the common office, he could see the employees passing venomous stares on him. He was dumped and sad. Weren’t they satisfied that he finally gave up on the only thing that made sense to him? Why was it not that those who were underprivileged were never given an equal chance to live life and love someone? “He might as well go and clean toilets, that is where he belongs. He shouldn’t have tried to claim what could never be his. our beautiful CEO is way above him in all manners.” one employee said.