Jyojiko

"What the fuck did you send over, Nicky?" Laurie is screaming over the phone at six fucking  o'clock in the morning.

"It has a note. And I believe that the message was clear." the name Nicky answered.

"Well that's exactly, why I am asking!"  she exclaimed angrily, glaring at the innocently looking red leather pill box, that is instantly recognizable as a famous jewelry brand, sitting on her kitchen counter, with a note that says - I heard you cry over a guy, here's a small gift to let you know that I'd marry you anytime.

With the familiar scrawling penmanship in the white piece of paper, she would know who sent her the note, even without calling the guy on the phone.

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When the guy you confessed to rejected you, and your two exes came back running—declaring they would marry you any time, what would you do?

Would you choose a familiar old love or the one that has your heart but doesn't want you?

And to add to the chaos, her mother is on a mission to marry her nearing thirty-something ass to any man who breathes. 

What should a girl do in such a situation? Run away, of course! 

But then, how far can you run away until all the life's decisions you screwed up in the past caught up with you and you ended up with no choice but to face them. 

Welcome to Laurie’s adventure and just to be clear this is not a love story BUT a quest.

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

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Book cover by Sendaline_16

Capture A Husband: My Asian Mother's Quest

She gasped at the familiarity of his touch and scent when his lips touched hers. It's like coming home after a long day out. It was as if her mind went blank and she just melts.

Jiro held the back of her neck as he tilted his face to deepen their kiss. She heard a phone ringing softly somewhere but she didn't care, she twisted her body to face Jiro from her seat, hooked her arm over his neck, and kissed him back.

She was kissing him when he pulled back. Laurie blinked her eyes, confused. He saw Jiro's face marred with irritation, he pulled his phone and answered his caller with gritted teeth. His hand was still at the back of her neck, and when he saw the confusion on her face, he mouthed, "I'm sorry."

She gave him a small smile before she shifted on her chair to sit properly. She was picking her now lukewarm coffee when she felt Jiro's lips on her temple. He still has his phone pressed on his ears.

What's On My Mind?