Book For Visa Novels & Stories

“Do you have an ID number?” “No,” he said, “It was… lost. In the accident.” That earned him a glance. Brief. Assessing. Not unkind, but practiced in disbelief. “Then we need the secondary documentation,” she said. “Birth record. Citizenship file. Visa entry. Are all of these things related”

“What are you doing?” Vivian had just walked out from the entrance of the university and was hesitating if she should take the train or the bus. She was stunned for a moment upon hearing his question before she answered, “I’m about to go home.” He suddenly asked, “Do you have a visa to enter Vietnam?”

It was a tiny, cheap country I picked randomly because the money my father gave me was barely enough. He typed. Asked questions. Typed again. Then he looked up. “The visa will be processed in six months to one year.” My mouth fell open. “What? No, I need to leave next week.” Tomorrow if possible. “That’s not possible,” he said calmly. “This is the fastest timeline.” Six months? Half a year? My heart dropped to my stomach. “There has to be a faster alternative,, please, sir, anything…” “No,” he said firmly. “Six months minimum.”

Not long after, Mr Vic entered the library with an unpleasant face "You called for me…Sir" he said. He didn't want to call Raphael sir but because Raphael had told him countless times, he did. "Yes I did. Please make Rachel a passport for our trip home in three weeks. Pay some extra money or do whatever you have to do to speed up the process and then, help her apply for a visa" Raphael replied feeling like a boss. "I understand all you said but I don't think there is a reason for Rachel to follow you to your parents, they've got assistants there too" Mr Vic replied sharply.

Janiya asks, "Are you speaking to me, Sir?" "Uhm...yes. How are you doing today, Miss?" "I'm doing fine," Janiya says with a serious expression on her face, then glances at her watch. "I was wondering if you were visiting this area on vacation?" "Umm...no... I’m here on a work visa." "Work Visa?" "Yes, sorry, Sir. I don’t mean to be rude, but I must meet someone. Have a nice day." Zane leans away from his car. "Uhm...I realize you are in a hurry, one more question. What's your name?"

In a small serviced apartment on the mainland, Imani lounged in bed, legs crossed, laptop open, with a second phone in hand. “Babe, the embassy just sent the confirmation,” Nathan called from the next room. “Your visa is approved.” She smiled, not turning. “Of course it is.” Nathan walked in, holding a paper in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. “We’re almost ready. Flights are booked, passport is ready. We’re doing this.” Imani took the mug, barely sipping. “I told you. I have everything under control.” The second phone buzzed. Another credit alert. She grinned.

The store manager thought about it and said, “It seems that there is. The civil aviation industry in the United States is relatively developed, and it seems that there is an airport in every city.” Elaine slapped her hands on the table and said, “Yes! I’ll go there, then! When can I leave?” “Anytime.” The store manager smiled and said, “You can leave today if you have a US visa, and if you don’t, we can help you to apply through a fast-track application. You can apply for it as soon as tomorrow, and you will be able to leave tomorrow night.” Elaine said without hesitation, “Okay, tomorrow it is, then!”

"That's definitely a problem, but if you have any other means of identification, like your ID card, I think I might be able to help you," Vivian said, her voice tinged with sympathy. "Well, you see, my lady, I'm not with any of the items you mentioned. I actually misplaced my wallet and all its contents on my way here," he explained, his tone filled with a hint of frustration. "I'm sorry about that, but I'm afraid I don't think you will be able to borrow any book from the library without your library card or any other means of identification. Those are the rules," Vivian replied, a touch of regret in her voice.

Adriana's POV The visa arrived in three days when the website said processing took minimum two weeks, showed up via courier with Drake Foundation letterhead and an efficiency that should have felt impressive but instead left me strangely unsettled. Sage was helping me pack when it came, boxes scattered across my living room floor and my entire life being sorted into things I needed versus things I could leave behind. "That was fast," she said, examining the envelope. "They said they'd expedite it but this is ridiculous." I pulled out the documents, everything pristine and official. "How do you expedite government paperwork in three days?"

She followed all the procedures until she got to the immigration, she showed her passport, ticket and visa and she was told to stand aside and she became confused on what happened, her heart began to beat faster as she could see others on the line whenever their passport, ticket and Visa is been checked they are allow to go and few minutes later some security led her into a room where she was interrogated by another immigration officer. The man was sitting and he uses his hand to motion her to sit which she did and the securities leaves them and stay outside. “ Do you know you are traveling with an invalid Visa? The man asked in a cool voice and Marylyn was lost with the question asks becaus