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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Capture A Husband: My Asian Mother's Quest

The day was just the other day on the island. The sky is blue as well as the ocean on the horizon that was perfectly framed by the window right under her bed's headboard, the white sheer curtain was swaying in the morning breeze, it didn't do much to stop the light from entering the room, it was simply put to have those lights filtered for it is always welcome.

She was still stretching her arms over her head, yawning when she heard a soft knock on the door. Seeing the hand of the clock on her bedside table as a quarter to seven, she knew that it was her mother on the door.

"Come in," she said with a big yawn.

Her mother came in with one of the young helpers that she didn't recognize. She was probably a new hire. The last time she was home, she wasn't one of the helpers. She gave her a bright smile, carrying a big breakfast tray that her mother asked to be put on top of her table, next to another huge window, facing the sea.

A Talk About Marriage