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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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Once Jiro got the key to their room, they headed to the elevator without speaking to each other. They also avoided touching each other. They didn't talk about that fact. They simply both know that they shouldn't touch each other or else they would make out inside the elevator. 

They stood inside the elevator a few feet apart. Jiro had his hands shoved inside his pockets while Laurie was playing with her hands in front of her. She kept twisting them as though she couldn't decide if she wanted to pray or not, as she kept on unclasping her hands as she twisted them. 

She was staring straight at the shiny surface of the elevator door. She could see her and Jiro's reflection on its surface. She was watching Jiro watching her. Every now and then, their eyes would meet and they would smile at each other awkwardly and shuffled on their feet. But remained standing where they were.