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Capture A Husband: My Asian Mother's Quest

"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. *** 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.] --- Book cover by Sendaline_16

Jyojiko · Urban
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237 Chs

Brothers

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When their desires ebbed like the tide pulled away by the moon. Laurie laid her cheek on Jiro's sweaty chest as silence blanketed the room. They were quiet for a long time except for their soft uneven breathing as they savored the aftermath of their lovemaking. 

Laurie was quiet because she was lost for words. She did not expect them to end up in his bed when he told her they were going to go home. And she never thought that when he said home it would be his parent's house and they would be inside his high school bedroom. 

She shifted her weight to her right side when Jiro moved the arm that she was using as her pillow. She lifted her head and faced him, 'what are we doing?' Her question was stuck inside her head for the moment their eyes met, with Jiro's soft gaze she lost the courage to ask. 

"Are you hungry?" he asked. 

She dropped her head back to his arm. "Not really." 

"Do you want to go back to my place?"