Asking For Permission To Marry Novels & Stories

"Now, the important part. The Council will be watching for signs that this marriage is coerced. We need to show unity, affection, and—most importantly—that April is choosing this freely." "She is choosing this freely," Tyler says, his voice sharp. "I know that. You know that. April knows that." Liam meets Tyler's eyes. "But Elder Monroe will be looking for any excuse to claim otherwise. So at the ceremony, April will need to answer the consent question clearly and without hesitation." "What's the consent question?" I ask. "The officiant asks: 'April West, do you come to this union willingly, without coercion or duress, of your own free choice?' You need to answer 'I do' loud enough for the e

But that’s… “We are not yet married, is that okay?” Felix nodded, then he lifted up his hand to caress my cheek. “Don’t worry, we really have to do it before marriage.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, cold beads of sweat formed through my forehead as my heart was beating so fast. I can’t believe he was telling me this and I can’t believe we are going to do that right away. In this situation, I believe my wolf, Sunshine, should be the one I should ask for permission, but although I try so hard to call her, she’s not answering me. I don’t know what to tell her more to make her speak to me again.

He should be grateful to her. He sighs and placates, "It's not a breach of marriage, it's a fact. That's why Papa can only let you marry if Mary doesn't want to marry." Rose Kinson bit her lip and asked, "And if she wants to?"

Gio said angrily. “For your info, sir Gio, I’m not kidding you. Because you called me, I went. What will you make me do?” “Sit down first, I’ll tell you too.” “Tell me first because I still have a lot to do.” “All right, don’t be surprised by what I’m going to tell you. This is for your own sake.” “What’s that?” “I asked permission from dad that I will marry you.” “What?! Are you crazy?” “Relax Naneth, our marriage is only civil. Know if you don’t like me and I’m not your type. But I want you to save your reputation because you are pregnant.”

Clara let the air out slowly, as if she’d been holding it in since he walked in. Martín stood still. Ayden held his gaze. “I’m not asking you to accept this right now. I’m not asking you to say yes. I’m not asking you to forget anything I did to her.” He rested his hands on the table. Not as someone making a demand. But as someone giving himself over. “But I am asking for your permission to go ask her to marry me—as a man who wants to do things right.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t want a comfortable relationship.”

My decision must have crushed his ego to the extent that he couldn't take it anymore. After laughing for a long time, I smiled and said to him, “I haven't ever asked your permission to do anything in my life before, why do I need your permission for this one?” “Marriage isn't a joke” he spitted out. Davis was ready to respond to him, but I calmed him down by placing my hand on his thighs. It was my fight, I wanted to handle my father personally. “Tell me, father. What do you know about marriage?”

"You should've asked for my permission before you said those things moments ago." Jared smiled. "Well, you said yes anyway, didn't you?" Nicole choked. "Gross." Jared stretched his arm out and grabbed her skinny waist. "I'd do anything as long as you'll agree to be together with me. It's worth it, even though I've said something insensitive and offensive to my brothers-in-law." Nicole lifted her brows. "You're aware of that too, huh? Why are you still so hasty then? Wouldn't it be better for us to get married when I reach the local legal age?"

The residence looked like something out of a movie, with sleek lines and futuristic grandeur. "It's... nice," I said, striving to seem casual. Adrian's lips curved into a smile. "Just nice?" "I'm injured, Vianne." I turned to face him, crossed my arms. "Enough small talk. "What do you want, Adrian?" He moved closer, his eyes blazing. "I'd like to renew my offer. "Marry me, Vianne." I blinked, taken aback by his directness. "What? "Are you insane?"

Aldo: How so? Me: I don’t want to say Aldo:??? Me: fine…she gives you her blessing to deflower me when we are both ready. Aldo: LMAO I don’t know if I should be flattered or find that weird, but I really don’t need anyone’s permission but yours, we are adults. Aldo: although, staying on her good side is a bonus. Aldo: it means when I ask her permission to ask for your hand in marriage she will be more likely to give it.

He nodded, still swaying us to the music. "Yeah. Our families too. But only them... no one else. I had to ask your parents and mine for their blessings first. Couldn’t do this without that." "You really asked them?" The idea of Landon formally asking my parents for permission to marry me sent a new wave of tenderness through me. "Of course I did," he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I wanted everything done right. I warned them not to say a word to you, though."