Ordination Certificate Template Novels & Stories

Jordan watched him as he had finally pulled out one folder before going back to his desk, browsing through the documents. “Dexter was known for moving and shaking things around,” Robert commented calmly. “Every time an order comes from him, one should never hesitate and had to do it instantly or it’ll be his anger that you’ll be dealing with.” Robert finally pulled out one document and turned it over and handed it to Jordan. Jordan, his hand shaking, reached for the document. His eyes right away glued at the top three words of the document. Certificate of Marriage.

Cara replied. Adonis hummed again. If he was curious about the reason why, he didn't let it show. Instead, he pulled open the brown envelope he'd brought along and handed her a document and a pen. "That's the contract. Before we go further, you'd have to put your signature on it. Mine's on it already." Cara scanned through the contents. "Two copies?" "I believe you'd need to have one." She nodded in agreement.

At the top of the page, in bold formal lettering, sat a title so coldly polite it took a second for the damage to register. CONSENT AUTHORIZATION FOR TEMPORARY INTERIM CONTROL REVIEW Y.M. My stomach went hard. “No.” Julien did not answer that. Lawyers know when denial is only the first stage of reading. He opened the file fully. There it was. My name. My typed name beneath a block of legal language about reputational instability, governance protection, emergency preservation of Morcant operational continuity. And below it, a signature. Mine. Or close enough to mine to make a judge pause before refusing it.

Like we'd practiced. "And the bite was performed by you?" Castellan asked Ronan. "Yes." "During a heat cycle?" "Yes." "Arden's heat?" "Yes." Castellan wrote everything down. Then looked at me. "And you consented to this bond? Fully aware of what it means?" "Yes." "No coercion? No pressure?" "None." "You understand the bond is permanent? That it can't be dissolved?" "I understand." He made more notes. Then pulled out another form. "This is the official registration. Both of you need to sign."

Flicking through the certificates and legal documents, her brows knit together as she looks over at me, “you put me on property deeds and shareholdings?” “Yup. I had drafted up the changes the day after we marked each other. What is mine is yours, among the packs and the humans. Our official decree from your Luna ceremony should be in there too.” I don’t miss the happiness flowing through the bond as she stuffs the papers back in the envelope and places it on the dash. The rest of the trip home is a mixture of comfortable silence and the occasional blasts of the radio, depending on what song catches her attention. ***

He takes out a folded document, several pages held together, and he holds it out to me without looking away from my face. I take it. Open it. The heading at the top is formal. Official academy formatting, the kind used for disciplinary and safety procedures. The language is careful and specific and built around phrases like welfare intervention and power management protocol and supervised containment for the protection of the subject and the community. My name is at the top of the first page. I read down to the signature lines at the bottom. Two signatures already written in. Two faculty members whose names I recognize from my own class schedule. Already signed. Already real. Already waiting