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

Laurie wanted to leave the party. She doesn't know anyone in this crowd except for Haru. She asked her to come but she was busy sitting down on some jerk's lap. And Laurie wanted nothing of it.

She tried to catch Haru's attention but she was clearly drunk and intoxicated to whatever the man was whispering to her ears that she kept on giggling as though the man was the funniest man ever alive.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance. Particularly since the man next to her kept touching her arm with his sweaty hand. She was losing a great deal of patience and wanted to swat the bottle of beer she was holding in the man's face who seemed unaware of how much she hated him. The man standing next to her was either dense or just too thick-skinned to comprehend from the dark expression on her face how she felt about him.

You Have The Most Beautiful Eyes