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

[This chapter is dedicated to our Asuna. I appreciate your support for all of my stories. Your support makes me happy and motivates me to keep writing. Hope to see you in the comments section. I would love to hear your thoughts about our story.]

The sun was high in the sky, burning his skin with its ultraviolet rays. Good thing he was wearing his leather jacket. It protects him from the harsh sun but it also keeps him warm. He doesn't need warmth right now. He wanted an airconditioned room. Summer in Tokyo is hell. With its humidity. He wanted to go home—and fast!

Jiro glanced at his watch, the time was quarter to twelve. They finished the recording very late because he wanted it to be perfect. Thus, the recording of one song took a long time. But, he was satisfied with the final output and that's all that matters.

Let's Have Dinner