Permit Synonym の小説・ストーリー

Unless of course, someone has a good reason for it, for example visiting another pack and such,” ”Can the university kids go as they please?” Samuel shook his head and made a ’tsk’ sound with his tongue. ”You need to have a permit so to say, you send your request to the council regarding which days you’ll be going. Usually, they’re approved, it’s more a formality but also to keep track of who leaves and who comes. You can send the request anytime you want but it takes two days to get your permit. Most of us send one in for every weekend three months ahead. So that if we want to go we can without all the…formalities,” he said and grinned at me.

Lex questioned contemptuously. "It's your gain as well." "Selling your son off as part of a business merger...just when I thought you couldn't get any worse." Growing agitated by Lex's unwillingness to co-operate, the older Mr. Greyson responded decisively. "It's my final condition. If you agree I will allow you to join as a participating member of the company." "You're giving me an ultimatum?" Lex laughed humourlessly. "Your answer?" He pushed. "You can't expect me to consider this."

Something dangerous flashes in his eyes and before I can react, he grabs my wrist. “What did you just say?” “You heard me.” For several long heartbeats, we don't speak and he finally lets go. Adrian looks conflicted with himself. He runs a hand through his hair. “Fine.” I don't react, waiting for him to continue. “The permits are yours.” There is no anger in his voice, only resignation. For some reason, I don’t feel victorious. “You’ll transfer them?” “Tomorrow.” Relief washes through me “Thank you.”

Shifting. Adjusting. Leaning. Toward a solution. Toward a decision. “Elara,” Adrian says softly. “We can find another way.” I want to believe that. I do. But belief is not enough here. Not in something this precise. This calculated. “I need time,” I say. The figure responds immediately. “Time limited.” “I will use what I have.” It studies me. Then— “Conditional allowance.” My chest tightens. “What does that mean?” “Delay permitted under observation.”

She spoke only of her child. Motherhood had softened her. At the end of the year, Clayton was released. Prison had broken him. He looked older, walked with a limp, and two fingers on his right hand were gone. He came to my studio asking to see me. I stood with security guards nearby as he faced me with a hollow smile. “Wendy, are you satisfied now? “I’ve fallen this far. Doesn’t that count as an apology?” I looked at him coolly. “So, even now, you still think I destroyed you?

Damien loosened his hand, running a hand through his brunette hair. "Fine, I'll marry you." He said. "But don't for a second think I'm doing this for you." Lauren rolled her eyes. She opened the door, winking at Damien and walked out. Damien sighed, sitting down beside a sleeping Tierra "Fuck."

Hudson's POV: "Oh my God..." I look shocked on the ground. I’m genuinely stunned. ”Hudson, we want your permission first. Please don't be mad. You know we love each other for years...” Meredith says but I interrupt her. ”Yes.” I snap. ”Wait... what?” Kerem asks unsure.

It didn’t take long for him to wait, because not more than ten minutes later, Greta came back with an envelope. “Jai, is the windlet filing your file named Oki?” Greta asked him. “Yeah, that’s him,” Jai nodded. Greta smiled and handed him the envelope. “Then here you go! Give it to the border soldier for the checkup, make sure your name is written in their list, and then you’re good to go. I have to remind you that this permit is only available for one month.” Jai blinked. “But… The journey itself takes more than one week. And I don’t even know if my business there will be finished in two weeks. Can’t you somehow, I don’t know, adjust it for two months?”

Permission to be imperfect. Permission to struggle. Permission to not have it all figured out.